Hot And Hasty, Like A Scotch Jig.

Discharge My Followers; Let Them Hence Away, From Richard's Night To Bolingbrooke's Fair Day.

This Blessed Plot, This Earth, This Realm, This England.

O, Where Is Loyalty? If It Be Banished From The Frosty Head, Where Shall It Find A Harbor In The Earth?

But O, How Bitter A Thing It Is To Look Into Happiness Through Another Man's Eyes.

Your Bait Of Falsehood Takes This Carp Of Truth.