Yorke, and Henrie the Sixt.
706574Mes. When as the noble Duke was put to
flight,
714575And then pur
su'de by
Clifford and the
Queene,
715576And manie
souldiers moe, who all at once
577Let driue at him and for
st the Duke to yeeld:
578And then they
set him on a molehill there,
579And crownd the gratious Duke in high de
spite,
716580Who then with teares began to waile his fall.
717581The ruthle
sse
Queene perceiuing he did weepe,
582Gaue him a handkercher to wipe his eies,
718583Dipt in the bloud of
sweet young
Rutland 719584By rough
Clifford slain: who weeping tooke it vp.
720585Then through his bre
st they thru
st their bloudy
swordes,
721586Who like a lambe fell at the butchers feete.
587Then on the gates of
Yorke they
set his head,
722588And there it doth remaine the piteous
spe
ctacle
723589That ere mine eies beheld.
724590Edw. Sweet Duke of
Yorke our prop to leane vpon,
725591Now thou art gone there is no hope for vs:
730592Now my
soules pallace is become a pri
son.
731593Oh would
she breake from compa
sse of my brea
st,
733594For neuer
shall I haue more ioie.
735595Rich. I cannot weepe, for all my brea
sts moi
sture
736596Scar
se
serues to quench my furnace burning hart:
737597I cannot ioie till this white ro
se be dide,
738598Euen in the hart bloud of the hou
se of
Lancaster.
743599Richard, I bare thy name, and Ile reuenge thy death,
744600Or die my
selfe in
seeking of reuenge.
745601Edw. His name that valiant Duke hath left with thee,
746602His chaire and Dukedome that remaines for me.
747603Rich. Nay, if thou be that princely Eagles bird,
748604Shew thy de
scent by gazing gain
st the
sunne.
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