Part 38
_Mes._ I my good Lord, theare so linkt in friendship, [eal084] That young Prince _Edward_ marries _Warwikes_ daughter. ·eal085·
_Cla._ The elder, belike _Clarence_ shall haue the [eal086] Yonger. All you that loue me and _Warwike_ [eal087] Follow me. _Exit Clarence_ and _Summerset._
_Edw._ _Clarence_ and _Summerset_ fled to _Warwike_, What saie you brother _Richard_, will you stand to vs? ·eal090·
_Glo._ _I_ my Lord, in despight of all that shall [eal091] Withstand you For why hath Nature Made me halt downe right, but that I Should be valiant and stand to it, for if [eal094] I would, _I_ cannot runne awaie. ·eal095·
_Edw._ _Penbrooke_, go raise an armie presentlie, Pitch vp my tent, for in the field this night I meane to rest, and on the morrow morne, Ile march to meet proud _Warwike_ ere he land Those stragling troopes which he hath got in France. ·eal100· But ere I goe _Montague_ and _Hastings_, You of all the rest are neerest allied [eal102] In bloud to _Warwike_, therefore tell me, if [eal103] You fauour him more then me or not: Speake truelie, for I had rather haue you open [eal105] Enemies, then hollow friends.
_Monta._ So God helpe _Montague_ as he proues true.
_Hast._ And _Hastings_ as hee fauours _Edwards_ cause.
Edw. It shall suffice, come then lets march awaie. [eal109] _Exeunt Omnes._
## SCENE XIII.
Enter _Warwike_ and _Oxford_, with souldiers.
_War._ Trust me my Lords all hitherto goes well, The common people by numbers swarme to vs, But see where _Sommerset_ and _Clarence_ comes, Speake suddenlie my Lords, are we all friends? [eam004]
_Cla._ Feare not that my Lord. ·eam005·
_War._ Then gentle _Clarence_ welcome vnto _Warwike_. And welcome _Summerset_, I hold it cowardise, To rest mistrustfull where a noble hart, [eam008] Hath pawnde an open hand in signe of loue, Else might I thinke that _Clarence_, _Edwards_ brother, ·eam010· Were but a fained friend to our proceedings, But welcome sweet _Clarence_ my daughter shal be thine. [eam012] And now what rests but in nights couerture, Thy brother being careleslie encampt, His souldiers lurking in the towne about, ·eam015· And but attended by a simple guarde, We maie surprise and take him at our pleasure, Our skouts have found the aduenture very easie, Then crie king _Henry_ with resolued mindes, And breake we presentlie into his tent. ·eam020·
_Cla._ Why then lets on our waie in silent sort, For _Warwike_ and his friends God and saint _George_. [eam022]
_War._ This is his tent, and see where his guard doth [eam023] Stand, Courage my souldiers, now or neuer, But follow me now, and _Edward_ shall be ours. ·eam025·
_All._ A _Warwike_, a _Warwike_. Alarmes, and _Gloster_ and _Hastings_ flies.
_Oxf._ Who goes there?
_War._ _Richard_ and _Hastings_ let them go, heere is the (Duke
_Edw._ The Duke, why _Warwike_ when we parted [eam029] Last, thou caldst me king? [eam030]
_War._ I, but the case is altred now. When you disgraste me in my embassage, [eam032] Then _I_ disgraste you from being king, And now am come to create you Duke of _Yorke_, Alasse how should you gouerne anie kingdome, ·eam035· That knowes not how to vse embassadors, Nor how to vse your brothers brotherlie, Nor how to shrowd your selfe from enimies.
_Edw._ Well _Warwike_, let fortune doe her worst, _Edward_ in minde will beare himselfe a king. ·eam040·
_War._ Then for his minde be _Edward_ Englands king. But _Henry_ now shall weare the English crowne. Go conuaie him to our brother archbishop of _Yorke_, And when I haue fought with _Penbrooke_ & his followers, Ile come and tell thee what the ladie _Bona_ saies, ·eam045· And so for a while farewell good Duke of _Yorke_. [eam046] _Exeunt_ some with _Edward_.
_Cla._ What followes now, all hithertoo goes well, [eam047] But we must dispatch some letters to _France_, [eam048] To tell the _Queene_ of our happy fortune, And bid hir come with speed to ioine with vs. [eam050]
_War._ _I_ thats the first thing that we have to doe, [eam051] And free king _Henry_ from imprisonment, And see him seated in his regall throne, Come let vs haste awaie, and hauing past these cares, [eam054] _I_le post to _Yorke_, and see how _Edward_ fares. ·eam055· _Exeunt Omnes._
## SCENE XIV.
Enter _Gloster_, _Hastings_, and sir _William Stanly_.
_Glo._ Lord Hastings, and sir William Stanly, [ean001] Know that the cause _I_ sent for you is this. _I_ looke my brother with a slender traine, Should come a hunting in this forrest heere. The Bishop of _Yorke_ befriends him much, ·ean005· And lets him vse his pleasure in the chase, Now I haue priuilie sent him word, How _I_ am come with you to rescue him, And see where the huntsman and he doth come.
Enter _Edward_ and a Huntsman.
_Hunts_ This waie my Lord the deere is gone. ·ean010·
_Edw._ No this waie huntsman, see where the [ean011] Keepers stand. Now brother and the rest, What, are you prouided to depart?
_Glo._ _I_, _I_, the horse stands at the parke corner, Come, to Linne, and so take shipping into _Flanders_. ·ean015·
_Edw._ Come then: _Hastings_, and _Stanlie_, _I_ will [ean016] Requite your loues. Bishop farewell, Sheeld thee from _Warwikes_ frowne, [ean018] And praie that I maie repossesse the crowne. Now huntsman what will you doe? ·ean020·
_Hunts_ Marrie my Lord, I thinke _I_ had as good Goe with you, as tarrie heere to be hangde.
_Edw._ Come then lets awaie with speed. _Exeunt Omnes._
## SCENE XV.
Enter the _Queene_ and the Lord _Riuers_.
_Riuers._ Tel me good maddam, why is your grace [eao001] So passionate of late?
_Queen._ Why brother _Riuers_, heare you not the newes, [eao003] Of that successe king _Edward_ had of late?
_Riu._ What? losse of some pitcht battaile against _Warwike_, [eao005] Tush, feare not faire _Queen_, but cast those cares aside. King _Edwards_ noble mind his honours doth display: And _Warwike_ maie loose, though then he got the day.
_Queen._ If that were all, my griefes were at an end: But greater troubles will I feare befall. ·eao010·
_Riu._ What, is he taken prisoner by the foe, [eao011] To the danger of his royall person then?
_Queen._ I, thears my griefe, king _Edward_ is surprisde, [eao013] And led awaie, as prisoner vnto _Yorke_. [eao014]
_Riu._ The newes is passing strange, I must confesse: [eao015] Yet comfort your selfe, for _Edward_ hath more friends, Then _Lancaster_ at this time must perceiue, That some will set him in his throne againe.
_Queen._ God grant they maie, but gentle brother come, And let me leane vpon thine arme a while, [eao020] Vntill I come vnto the sanctuarie, There to preserue the fruit within my wombe, K. _Edwards_ seed true heire to _Englands_ crowne. _Exit._
## SCENE XVI.
Enter _Edward_ and _Richard_, and _Hastings_ with a troope of Hollanders.
_Edw._ Thus far from _Belgia_ haue we past the seas, And marcht from _Raunspur_ hauen vnto _Yorke_: [eap002] But soft the gates are shut, _I_ like not this.
_Rich._ Sound vp the drum and call them to the wals. [eap004]
Enter the Lord Maire of _Yorke_ vpon the wals.
_Mair._ My Lords we had notice of your comming, ·eap005· And thats the cause we stand vpon our garde, [eap006] And shut the gates for to preserue the towne. _Henry_ now is king, and we are sworne to him.
_Edw._ Why my Lord Maire, if _Henry_ be your king, [eap009] _Edward_ I am sure at least, is Duke of _Yorke_. ·eap010·
_Mair._ Truth my Lord, we know you for no lesse. [eap011]
_Edw._ I craue nothing but my Dukedome.
_Rich._ But when the Fox hath gotten in his head, Heele quicklie make the bodie follow after. [eap014]
_Hast._ Why my Lord Maire, what stand you vpon points? ·eap015· Open the gates, we are king _Henries_ friends.
_Mair._ Saie you so, then _I_le open them presentlie. _Exit_ Maire.
_Ri._ By my faith, a wise stout captain & soone perswaded.
The Maire opens the dore, and brings the keies in his hand.
_Edw._ So my Lord Maire, these gates must not be shut, ·eap020· But in the time of warre, giue me the keies: [eap021] What, feare not man for _Edward_ will defend the towne and you, despight of all your foes.
Enter sir _Iohn Mountgommery_ with drumme and souldiers.
How now _Richard_, who is this?
_Rich._ Brother, this is sir Iohn _Mountgommery_, A trustie friend, vnlesse _I_ be deceiude. ·eap025·
_Edw._ Welcome sir Iohn. Wherfore come you in armes?
_Sir Iohn._ To helpe king _Edward_ in this time of stormes, As euerie loyall subiect ought to doe.
_Edw._ Thankes braue Mountgommery, But I onlie claime my Dukedom. ·eap030· Vntil it please God to send the rest. [eap031]
_Sir Iohn._ Then fare you wel? Drum strike vp and let vs March away, I came to serue a king and not a Duke.
_Edw._ Nay staie sir Iohn, and let vs first debate, With what security we maie doe this thing. ·eap035·
_Sir Iohn._ What stand you on debating, to be briefe, Except you presently proclaime your selfe our king, Ile hence againe, and keepe them backe that come to [eap038] Succour you, why should we fight when You pretend no title? ·eap040·
_Rich._ Fie brother, fie, stand you vpon tearmes? [eap041] Resolue your selfe, and let vs claime the crowne.
_Edw._ _I_ am resolude once more to claime the crowne, And win it too, or else to loose my life. [eap044]
_Sir Iohn._ I now my soueraigne speaketh like himselfe, [eap045] And now will I be _Edwards_ Champion, Sound Trumpets, for _Edward_ shall be proclaimd.
_Edward_ the fourth by the grace of God, king of England [eap048] and France, and Lord of Ireland, and whosoeuer gainsaies king _Edwards_ right: by this _I_ challenge him to ·eap050· single fight, long liue _Edward_ the fourth.
_All._ Long liue _Edward_ the fourth.
_Edw._ We thanke you all. Lord Maire leade on the waie. For this night weele harbour here in _Yorke_, [eap054] And then as earlie as the morning sunne, ·eap055· Liftes vp his beames aboue this horison Weele march to London, to meete with _Warwike_: [eap057] And pull false _Henry_ from the Regall throne. [eap058] _Exeunt Omnes._
## SCENE XVII.
Enter _Warwike_ and _Clarence_, with the Crowne, and then king _Henry_, and _Oxford_, and _Summerset_, and the yong Earle of _Richmond_.
_King._ Thus from the prison to this princelie seat, [eaq001] By Gods great mercies am _I_ brought [eaq002] Againe, _Clarence_ and _Warwike_ doe you Keepe the crowne, and gouerne and protect My realme in peace, and I will spend the ·eaq005· Remnant of my daies, to sinnes rebuke And my Creators praise.
_War._ What answeres _Clarence_ to his soueraignes will?
_Cla._ _Clarence_ agrees to what king _Henry_ likes.
_King._ My Lord of _Summerset_, what prettie [eaq010] Boie is that you seeme to be so carefull of?
_Sum._ And it please your grace, it is yong _Henry_, [eaq012] Earle of _Richmond_.
_King._ _Henry_ of _Richmond_, Come hither pretie Ladde. If heauenlie powers doe aime aright ·eaq015· To my diuining thoughts, thou pretie boy, Shalt proue this Countries blisse, Thy head is made to weare a princelie crowne, Thy lookes are all repleat with Maiestie, Make much of him my Lords, [eaq020] For this is he shall helpe you more, Then you are hurt by me.
Enter one with a letter to _Warwike_.
_War._ What Counsell Lords, _Edward_ from _Belgia_, With hastie Germaines and blunt _Hollanders_, Is past in safetie through the narrow seas, ·eaq025· And with his troopes doe march amaine towardes (London, And manie giddie people follow him. [eaq027]
_Oxf._ Tis best to looke to this betimes, For if this fire doe kindle any further, It will be hard for vs to quench it out. ·eaq030·
_War._ In _Warwike_shire _I_ haue true harted friends, Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in warre, Them will _I_ muster vp, and thou sonne _Clarence_ shalt [eaq033] In _Essex_, _Suffolke_, _Norfolke_, and in _Kent_, Stir vp the knights and gentlemen to come with thee. ·eaq035· And thou brother _Montague_, in _Leister_shire, _Buckingham_ and _Northampton_shire shalt finde, Men well inclinde to doe what thou commands, [eaq038] And thou braue _Oxford_ wondrous well belou’d, Shalt in thy countries muster vp thy friends. ·eaq040· My soueraigne with his louing Citizens, Shall rest in London till we come to him. Faire Lords take leaue and stand not to replie, Farewell my soueraigne.
_King._ Farewel my _Hector_, my _Troyes_ true hope. ·eaq045·
_War._ Farewell sweet Lords, lets meet at Couentrie.
_All._ Agreed. _Exeunt Omnes._
## SCENE XVIII.
Enter _Edward_ and his traine.
_Edw._ Sease on the shamefast _Henry_, [ear001] And once againe conuaie him to the Tower, Awaie with him, I will not heare him speake. And now towards Couentrie let vs bend our course [ear004] To meet with _Warwike_ and his confederates. ·ear005· _Exeunt Omnes._
## SCENE XIX.
Enter _Warwike_ on the walles.
_War._ Where is the post that came from valiant _Oxford_? How farre hence is thy Lord my honest fellow?
_Oxf post._ By this at _Daintrie_ marching hitherward.
_War._ Where is our brother _Montague_? Where is the post that came from _Montague_? ·eas005·
_Post._ I left him at _Donsmore_ with his troopes.
_War._ Say _Summerfield_ where is my louing son? And by thy gesse, how farre is _Clarence_ hence?
_Sommer._ At _Southam_ my Lord I left him with [eas009] His force, and doe expect him two houres hence. ·eas010·
_War._ Then Oxford is at hand, I heare his drum.
Enter _Edward_ and his power.
_Glo._ See brother, where the surly _Warwike_ mans the wal.
_War._ O vnbid spight, is spotfull _Edward_ come! [eas013] Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduste, [eas014] That we could haue no newes of their repaire? ·eas015·
_Edw._ Now _Warwike_ wilt thou be sorrie for thy faults, And call _Edward_ king and he will pardon thee.
_War._ Naie rather wilt thou draw thy forces backe? Confesse who set thee vp and puld thee downe? Call _Warwike_ patron and be penitent, [eas020] And thou shall still remaine the Duke of _Yorke_.
_Glo._ I had thought at least he would haue said the king. Or did he make the iest against his will. [eas023]
_War._ Twas _Warwike_ gaue the kingdome to thy brother. [eas024]
_Edw._ Why then tis mine, if but by _Warwikes_ gift. ·eas025·
_War._ I but thou art no _Atlas_ for so great a waight, And weakling, _Warwike_ takes his gift againe, _Henry_ is my king, _Warwike_ his subiect.
_Edw._ I prethe gallant _Warwike_ tell me this, What is the bodie when the head is off? ·eas030·
_Glo._ Alasse that _Warwike_ had no more foresight, [eas031] But whilst he sought to steale the single ten, [eas032] The king was finelie fingerd from the decke? [eas033] You left poore _Henry_ in the Bishops pallace, And ten to one you’le meet him in the Tower. [eas035]
_Edw._ Tis euen so, and yet you are olde _Warwike_ still.
_War._ O cheerefull colours, see where Oxford comes. [eas037]
Enter _Oxford_ with drum and souldiers & al crie,
_Oxf._ Oxford, Oxford, for _Lancaster_. _Exit._ [eas038]
_Edw._ The Gates are open, see they enter in, [eas039] Lets follow them and bid them battaile in the streetes. ·eas040·
_Glo._ No, so some other might set vpon our backes, Weele staie till all be entered, and then follow them. [eas042]
Enter _Summerset_ with drum and souldiers.
_Sum._ _Summerset_, _Summerset_, for _Lancaster_. _Exit._
_Glo._ Two of thy name both Dukes of Summerset, Haue solde their liues vnto the house of _Yorke_, ·eas045· And thou shalt be the third and my sword hold. [eas046]
Enter _Montague_ with drum and souldiers.
_Mont._ _Montague_, _Montague_, for _Lancaster_. _Exit._
_Edw._ Traitorous _Montague_, thou and thy brother Shall deerelie abie this rebellious act. [eas049]
Enter _Clarence_ with drum and souldiers.
_War._ And loe where George of Clarence sweepes [eas050] Along, of power enough to bid his brother battell..
_Cla._ Clarence, Clarence, for _Lancaster_.
_Edw._ Et tu Brute, wilt thou stab _Cæsar_ too? [eas052] A parlie sirra to _George_ of Clarence. [eas053]
Sound a Parlie, and _Richard_ and _Clarence_ whispers togither, and then _Clarence_ takes his red Rose out of his hat, and throwes it at _Warwike_.
_War._ Com Clarence come, thou wilt if _Warwike_ call. ·eas055·
_Cla._ Father of _Warwike_, know you what this meanes? I throw mine infamie at thee, I will not ruinate my fathers house, Who gaue his bloud to lime the stones togither, And set vp _Lancaster_. Thinkest thou ·eas060· That _Clarence_ is so harsh vnnaturall, To lift his sword against his brothers life, And so proud harted _Warwike_ I defie thee, And to my brothers turne my blushing cheekes? [eas064] Pardon me _Edward_, for _I_ haue done amisse, ·eas065· And _Richard_ doe not frowne vpon me, For henceforth I will proue no more vnconstant.
_Edw._ Welcome _Clarence_, and ten times more welcome, Then if thou neuer hadst deserud our hate. [eas069]
_Glo._ Welcome good _Clarence_, this is brotherlie. ·eas070·
_War._ Oh passing traytor, periurd and vniust.
_Edw._ Now _Warwike_, wilt thou leaue [eas072] The towne and fight? or shall we beate the Stones about thine eares?
_War._ Why _I_ am not coopt vppe heere for defence, ·eas075·
_I_ will awaie to Barnet presently, And bid thee battaile Edward if thou darest. [eas077]
_Edw._ Yes _Warwike_ he dares, and leades the waie, Lords to the field, saint _George_ and victorie. _Exeunt Omnes._
## SCENE XX.
Alarmes, and then enter _Warwike_ wounded.
_War._ Ah, who is nie? Come to me friend or foe, And tell me who is victor _Yorke_ or _Warwike_? Why aske I that? my mangled bodie shewes, That I must yeeld my bodie to the earth. And by my fall the conquest to my foes, ·eat005· Thus yeelds the Cedar to the axes edge, Whose armes gaue shelter to the princelie Eagle, Vnder whose shade the ramping Lion slept, [eat008] Whose top branch ouerpeerd Ioues spreading tree. The wrinkles in my browes now fild with bloud, ·eat010· Were likened oft to kinglie sepulchers. For who liu’d king, but _I_ could dig his graue? And who durst smile, when _Warwike_ bent his brow? Lo now my glorie smeerd in dust and bloud, My parkes, my walkes, my mannors that _I_ had, [eat015] Euen now forsake me, and of all my lands, Is nothing left me but my bodies length.
Enter _Oxford_ and _Summerset._
_Oxf._ Ah _Warwike_, _Warwike_, cheere vp thy selfe and liue, For yet thears hope enough to win the daie. [eat019] Our warlike _Queene_ with troopes is come from _France_, ·eat020· And at _South-hampton_ landed all hir traine, [eat021] And mightst thou liue, then would we neuer flie. [eat022]
_War._ Whie then I would not flie, nor haue I now, But _Hercules_ himselfe must yeeld to ods, For manie wounds receiu’d, and manie moe repaid, [eat025] Hath robd my strong knit sinews of their strength, And spite of spites needes must I yeeld to death.
_Som._ Thy brother _Montague_ hath breathd his last, And at the pangs of death I heard him crie And saie, commend me to my valiant brother, ·eat030· And more he would haue spoke and more he said, [eat031] Which sounded like a clamor in a vault, [eat032] That could not be distinguisht for the sound, And so the valiant _Montague_ gave vp the ghost.
_War._ What is pompe, rule, raigne, but earth and dust? And liue we how we can, yet die we must. Sweet rest his soule, flie Lords and saue your selues, For _Warwike_ bids you all farewell to meet in Heauen.
He dies.
_Oxf_ Come noble _Summerset_, lets take our horse, [eat039] And cause retrait be sounded through the campe, [eat040] That all our friends that yet remaine aliue, Maie be awarn’d and saue themselues by flight. [eat042] That done, with them weele post vnto the _Queene_, And once more trie our fortune in the field. _Ex. ambo._ [eat044]
Enter _Edward_, _Clarence_, _Gloster_, with souldiers.
_Edw._ Thus still our fortune giues vs victorie, ·eat045· And girts our temples with triumphant ioies, [eat046] The bigboond traytor _Warwike_ hath breathde his last, [eat047] And heauen this daie hath smilde vpon vs all, [eat048] But in this cleere and brightsome daie, _I_ see a blacke suspitious cloud appeare ·eat050· That will encounter with our glorious sunne Before he gaine his easefull westerne beames, I mean those powers which the _Queen_ hath got in _Frāce_ [eat053] Are landed, and meane once more to menace vs.
_Glo._ _Oxford_ and _Summerset_ are fled to hir, [eat055] And tis likelie if she haue time to breath, [eat056] Her faction will be full as strong as ours.
_Edw._ We are aduertisde by our louing friends, That they doe hold their course towards _Tewxburie_. Thither will we, for willingnes rids waie, ·eat060· And in euerie countie as we passe along, [eat061] Our strengthes shall be augmented. [eat062] Come lets goe, for if we slacke this faire [eat063] Bright Summers daie, sharpe winters Showers will marre our hope for haie. _Ex. Omnes._ [eat065]
## SCENE XXI.
Enter the _Queene_, _Prince Edward_, _Oxford_, and _Summerset_, with drum and souldiers.
_Quee._ Welcome to _England_, my louing friends of _Frāce_, [eau001] And welcome _Summerset_, and _Oxford_ too. Once more haue we spread our sailes abroad, And though our tackling be almost consumde, And _Warwike_ as our maine mast ouerthrowne, [eau005] Yet warlike Lords raise you that sturdie post, That beares the sailes to bring vs vnto rest, And _Ned_ and _I_ as willing Pilots should For once with carefull mindes guide on the sterne, To beare vs through that dangerous gulfe ·eau010· That heretofore hath swallowed vp our friends.
_Prince._ And if there be, as God forbid there should, Amongst vs a timorous or fearefull man, Let him depart before the battels ioine, [eau014] Least he in time of need intise another, [eau015] And so withdraw the souldiers harts from vs. _I_ will not stand aloofe and bid you fight, But with my sword presse in the thickest thronges, [eau018] And single _Edward_ from his strongest guard, And hand to hand enforce him for to yeeld, ·eau020· Or leaue my bodie as witnesse of my thoughts.
_Oxf._ Women and children of so high resolue, And Warriors faint, why twere perpetuall [eau023] Shame? Oh braue yong Prince, thy [eau024] Noble grandfather doth liue againe in thee, ·eau025· Long maiest thou liue to beare his image, And to renew his glories.
_Sum._ And he that turnes and flies when such do fight, Let him to bed, and like the Owle by daie Be hist, and wondered at if he arise. [eau030]
Enter a Messenger.
_Mes._ My Lords, Duke _Edward_ with a mighty power, Is marching hitherwards to fight with you.
_Oxf._ I thought it was his pollicie, to take vs vnprouided, But here will we stand and fight it to the death. [eau034]
Enter king _Edward_, _Cla._ _Glo._ _Hast._ and Souldiers.
_Edw._ See brothers, yonder stands the thornie wood, ·eau035· Which by Gods assistance and your prowesse, Shall with our swords yer night be cleane cut downe. [eau037]
_Queen._ Lords, Knights & gentlemen, what _I_ should say, My teares gainesaie, for as you see, _I_ drinke The water of mine eies. Then no more [eau040] But this. _Henry_ your king is prisoner [eau041] In the tower, his land and all our friends Are quite distrest, and yonder standes The Wolfe that makes all this, Then on Gods name Lords togither cry saint _George_. ·eau045·
_All._ Saint _George_ for _Lancaster_. [eau046]
Alarmes to the battell, _Yorke_ flies, then the chambers be discharged. Then enter the king, _Cla._ & _Glo._ and the rest, & make a great shout, and crie, for _Yorke_, for _Yorke_, and then the _Queene_ is taken, & the prince, & _Oxf._ & _Sum._ and then sound and enter all againe.
_Edw._ Lo here a period of tumultuous broiles, Awaie with Oxford to _Hames_ castell straight, For _Summerset_ off with his guiltie head. Awaie I will not heare them speake. ·eau050·