MESSENGER

Such news my Lord, as grieves me to report. Well Madam, and in health. The mighty Dukes, Glouster and Buckingham. The sum of all I can, I have disclosed: Why, or for what, the Nobles were committed, Is all unknown to me, my gracious Lord. My Lord, he does deny to come. Lord Rivers, and Lord Gray, Are sent to Pomfret, and with them, Sir Thomas Ʋ aughan, Prisoners. My Lord, my Lord. One from the Lord Stanley. Upon the stroke of four. So it appears, by that I have to say: First, he commends him to your Noble self. Then certifies your Lordship, that this Night He dreamed, the Boar had rased off his Helm: Beside, he says there are two Counsels kept; And that may be determined at the one, Which may make you and him to rue at the other. Therefore he sends to know your Lordship's pleasure, If you will presently take Horse with him, And with all speed post with him towards the North, To shun the danger that his Soul divines. I'll go, my Lord, and tell him what you say. My gracious Sovereign, now in Devonshire, As I by friends am well advertised, Sir Edward Courtney, and the haughty Prelate, Bishop of Exeter, his elder Brother, With many more Confederates, are in Arms. In Kenned, my Liege, the Guilford's are in Arms, And every hour more Competitors Flock to the Rebels, and their power grows strong. My Lord, the Army of great Buckingham. The news I have to tell your Majesty, Is, that by sudden Floods, and fallen of Waters, Buckingham's Army is dispersed and scattered, And he himself wandered away alone, No man knows whither. Such Proclamation hath been made, my Lord. Sir Thomas Lovel, and Lord Marquess Dorset, It's said, my Liege, in Yorkshire are in Arms: But this good comfort bring I to your Highness, The Britain Navy is dispersed by Tempest. Richmond in Dorsetshire sent out a Boat Unto the shore, to ask those on the Banks, If they were his Assistants, yea, or no? Who answered him, they came from Buckingham, Upon his party: he mistrusting them, Hoised sail, and made his course again for Britain.