FITZ. But this firm island, like the sea, will toss.
And many goodly buildings go to wrack;
Many a widow weep her dying son,
And many a mother to her weeping babes
Cry out uncomfortably, "Children, peace,
Your crying unto me is all in vain,
Dead is my husband, your poor father slain!"
YOUNG B. We cannot help it, uncle.
RICH. No, you see
Entreats and humble suits have now no power,
But lust and wrath the kingdom do devour.
BRUCE. Me he did menace first, and much I fear
He will to Guildford, and besiege my wife.
FITZ. O, hie to save her! Richmond, ride with him.
RICH. Let us away, Bruce, lest we come too late,
And with us take some score of men well-arm'd.
[Exeunt RICHMOND and BRUCE.
FITZ. Do: Leicester and myself will keep the city,
Till we are furnish'd with an able army.
Your nephew Bruce shall take an hundred men,[320]
And post to Hertford Castle with your sister.
Sith wrong doth[321] wake us, we will keep such watch,
As for his life he shall not hurt us bring.
[Exeunt omnes.