LEI. Mad, man, at my state,
That cannot raise true honour ruinate.
Enter MESSENGER.
KING. I will not be disdain'd. I vow to see
Quick vengeance on this girl for scorning me.
MES. Young Bruce, my lord, hath gotten Windsor Castle,
Slain Blunt your constable, and those that kept it;
And finding in a tower his mother dead,
With his young brother starv'd and famished,
That every one may see the rueful sight,
In the thick wall he a wide window makes;
And as he found them, so he lets them be,
A spectacle to every comer-by,
That heaven and earth your tyrant shame may see.
All people cursing, crying fie upon,
The tyrant, merciless, inhuman John.
KING. Chester and Mowbray, march away to Windsor:
Suppress that traitor Bruce. What, if his dam
In wilful fury would receive no meat,
Nor suffer her young child any to eat,
Is it our fault? haste ye with speed away,
And we will follow. Go; begone, I pray.
[Exeunt CHESTER, MOWBRAY.
HUB. O black and woful deed! O piteous thing,
When slaves attend the fierce thoughts of a king.
LEI. My lord, shall we go too?
KING. Leicester and Richmond, ay, I pray ye, do.
LEI. Get I my bear and ragged staff once more
Rais'd in the field, for these wrongs some shall roar.