519419Tis warres prise to take all aduantages,

520420And ten to one, is no impeach in warres.

521422Cliff. I, I, so striues the Woodcocke with the gin.

523423North. So doth the cunnie struggle with the net.

525424York. So triumphs theeues vpon their conquered

526425Bootie: So true men yeeld by robbers ouermatcht.

527426North. What will your grace haue done with him?

529427Queen. Braue warriors Clifford & Northumberland

530428Come make him stand vpon this molehill here,

531429That aimde at mountaines with outstretched arme,

532430And parted but the shaddow with his hand.

534431Was it you that reuelde in our Parlement,

535432And made a prechment of your high descent?

536433Where are your messe of sonnes to backe you now?

537434The wanton Edward, and the lustie George?

538435Or where is that valiant Crookbackt prodegie?

539436Dickey your boy, that with his grumbling voice,

540437Was wont to cheare his Dad in mutinies?

541438Or amongst the rest, where is your darling Rutland?

542439Looke Yorke? I dipt this napkin in the bloud,

543440That valiant Clifford with his rapiers point,

544441Made issue from the bosome of thy boy.

545442And if thine eies can water for his death,

546443I giue thee this to drie thy cheeks withall.

547444Alas poore Yorke: But that I hate thee much,

548445I should lament thy miserable state?

549446I prethee greeue to make me merrie Yorke?

554447Stamp, raue and fret, that I maie sing and dance.

550448What: hath thy fierie hart so parcht thine entrailes,

551449That not a teare can fall for Rutlands death?