and fortune bar me happy hours! Day, yield me not thy light; nor, night, thy rest! Be opposite all planets of good luck To my proceedings, if, with pure heart's love, Immaculate devotion, holy thoughts, I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter! In her consists my happiness and thine; Without her, follows to this land and me, To thee, herself, and many a Christian soul, Death, desolation, ruin and decay: It cannot be avoided but by this; It will not be avoided but by this. Therefore, good mother,--I must can you so-- Be the attorney of my love to her: Plead what I will be, not what I have been; Not my deserts, but what I will deserve: Urge the necessity and state of times, And be not peevish-fond in great designs. Shall I be tempted of the devil thus? Ay, if the devil tempt thee to do good. Shall I forget myself to be myself? Ay, if yourself's remembrance wrong yourself. But thou didst kill my children. But in your daughter's womb I bury them: Where in that nest of spicery they shall breed Selves of themselves, to your recomforture. Shall I go win my daughter to thy will? And be a happy mother by the deed. I go. Write to me very shortly. And you shall understand from me her mind. Bear her my true love's kiss; and so, farewell. Relenting fool, and shallow, changing woman! How now! what news? My gracious sovereign, on the western coast Rideth a puissant navy; to the shore Throng many doubtful hollow-hearted friends, Unarm'd, and unresolved to beat them back: 'Tis thought that Richmond is their admiral; And there they hull, expecting but the aid Of Buckingham to welcome them ashore. Some light-foot friend post to the Duke of Norfolk: Ratcliff, thyself, or Catesby; where is he? Here, my lord. Fly to the duke: Post thou to Salisbury When thou comest thither-- Dull, unmindful villain, Why stand'st thou still, and go'st not to the duke? First, mighty sovereign, let me know your mind, What from your grace I shall deliver to him. O, true, good Catesby: bid him levy straight The greatest strength and power he can make, And meet me presently at Salisbury. I go. What is't your highness' pleasure I shall do at Salisbury? Why, what wouldst thou do there before I go? Your highness told me I should post before. My mind is changed, sir, my mind is changed. How now, what news with you? None good, my