749605For chaire, and dukedome, Throne and kingdome saie:

750606For either that is thine, or else thou wert not his?

753609War. How now faire Lords: what fare? what

754610newes abroad?

755611Rich. Ah Warwike? should we report the balefull

756612Newes, and at each words deliuerance stab poinyardes

757613In our flesh till all were told, the words would adde

758614More anguish then the wounds.

759615Ah valiant Lord the Duke of Yorke is slaine.

760616Edw. Ah Warwike Warwike, that Plantagenet,

761617Which held thee deere: I, euen as his soules redemption,

762618Is by the sterne L. Clifford, done to death.

763619War. Ten daies a go I drownd those newes in teares.

764620And now to adde more measure to your woes,

765621I come to tell you things since then befalne.

766622After the bloudie fraie at Wakefield fought,

767623Where your braue father breath'd his latest gaspe,

768624Tidings as swiflie as the post could runne,

769625Was brought me of your losse, and his departure.

770626I then in London keeper of the King,

771627Mustred my souldiers, gathered flockes of friends,

628And verie vvell appointed as I thought,

772629Marcht to saint Albons to entercept the Queene,

773630Bearing the King in my behalfe along,

774631For by my scoutes I was aduertised,

775632That she was comming, with a full intent

776633To dash your late decree in parliament,

777634Touching king Henries heires and your succession.

778635Short tale to make, we at Saint Albons met,