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My Lorde Chauncellour,He replyeth. I come not hi|ther to take aduice what I ſhoulde doe, but to giue you to vnderſtande what I minde to doe. It is eaſie for the ſounde to counſaile the ſicke: But if the ſore had ſmarted you as much as it feſtereth me, you woulde bee percaſe as impaci|ent as I am. As you woulde wiſhe me to ho|nour my Prince, ſo duetie willeth mee to reue|rence my father. Wherefore he that will wyth ſuch tyrannie execute mine innocent parent, and withall threaten my deſtruction, I may not, nor will not hold him for my king.Henrie Lorde of Irelande. And yet in truth he was neuer our king, but our lord, as his pro|genitours haue beene before him. But if it bee my hap to miſcarie, as you ſeeme to prognoſti|cate, catche that catche maye, I will take the Market as it ryſeth, and will chooſe rather to die with valiantneſſe and libertie, than to liue vnder king Henrie in bondage and villanie. And yet it may be, that as ſtrong as hee is, and as weake as I am, I ſhal be able like a fleſh worme to itch the bodie of his Kingdome, and force him to ſcratch deepely before he be able to pike me out of my ſ [...]ame. Wherefore my Lorde, I thanke you for your good counſaile, and were it not that I am too crabbed a note in deſcant to bee nowe tuned, it might be, that I woulde haue warb|led ſweeter harmonie than at this inſtaunt I mean to ſing.