303Your welcome to Sandall in an happie houre,

383304The armie of the Queene meanes to besiedge vs.

384305Sir Iohn. Shee shall not neede my Lorde, weele meete

385306her in the field.

386307York What with fiue thousand souldiers vncle?

387308Rich. I father, with fiue hundred for a need,

388309A womans generall, what should you feare?

395310York. Indeed, manie braue battels haue I woon

396311In Normandie, when as the enimie

397312Hath bin ten to one, and why should I now doubt

313Of the like successe? I am resolu'd. Come lets goe.

314Edw. Lets martch awaie, I heare their drums. Exit.

401317Tutor. Oh flie my Lord, lets leaue the Castell,

318And flie to Wakefield straight.

320Rut. O Tutor, looke where bloudie Clifford comes.

403321Clif. Chaplin awaie, thy Priesthood saues thy life,

404322As for the brat of that accursed Duke

405323Whose father slew my father, he shall die.

408324Tutor Oh Clifford spare this tender Lord, least

409325Heauen reuenge it on thy head: Oh saue his life.

407326Clif. Soldiers awaie and drag him hence perforce:

327Awaie with the villaine. Exit the Chaplein.

410328How now, what dead alreadie? or is it feare that

411329Makes him close his eies? Ile open them.

413330Rut. So lookes the pent vp Lion on the lambe,