NORTHUMBERLAND
Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf, Foretells the nature of a tragic volume: So looks the strand whereon the imperious flood Hath left a witness'd usurpation. Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury?
MORTON
I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord; Where hateful death put on his ugliest mask To fright our party.