Edward the third.
1567More in the clu
stering throng are pre
st to death,
1568Then by the ennimie a thou
sand fold.
1569K. Io: O haple
sse fortune, let vs yet a
ssay,
1570If we can coun
sell
some of them to
stay.
1571Enter King Edward and Audley. 1572Ki, E: Lord Audley, whiles our
sonne is in the cha
se,
1573With draw our powers vnto this little hill,
1574And heere a
sea
son let vs breath our
selues,
1575Au. I will my Lord.
Exit, sound Retreat. 1576K. Ed. Iu
st dooming heauen, who
se
secret prouidence,
1577To our gro
sse iudgement is in
scrutable,
1578How are we bound to prai
se thy wondrous works,
1579That ha
st this day giuen way vnto the right,
1580And made the wicked
stumble at them
selues.
1582 Re
scue king Edward, re
scue, for thy
sonne,
1583Kin: Re
scue Artoys, what is he pri
soner?
1584Or by violence fell be
side his hor
se.
1585Ar. Neither my Lord, but narrowly be
set,
1586With turning Frenchmen, whom he did per
sue,
1587As tis impo
ssible that he
should
scape.
1588Except your highnes pre
sently de
scend.
1589Kin: Tut let him
fight, we gaue him armes to day,
1590And he is laboring for a knighthood man.
1592Da: The Prince my Lord, the Prince, oh
succour him,
1593Hees clo
se incompa
st with a world of odds.
1594Ki: Then will he win a world of honor to,
1595If he by vallour can redeeme him thence,
1596If not, what remedy, we haue more
sonnes,
1597Then one to comfort our declyning age.
1599Au, Renowned Edward, giue me leaue I pray,
1600To lead my
souldiers where I may releeue,
1601Your Graces
sonne, in danger to be
slayne,
1602The
snares of French, like Emmets on a banke,
G Mustar