706574Mes. When as the noble Duke was put to flight,

714575And then pursu'de by Clifford and the Queene,

715576And manie souldiers moe, who all at once

577Let driue at him and forst the Duke to yeeld:

578And then they set him on a molehill there,

579And crownd the gratious Duke in high despite,

716580Who then with teares began to waile his fall.

717581The ruthlesse 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 brest they thrust 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 spectacle

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 prison.

731593Oh would she breake from compasse of my breast,

733594For neuer shall I haue more ioie.

735595Rich. I cannot weepe, for all my breasts moisture

736596Scarse serues to quench my furnace burning hart:

737597I cannot ioie till this white rose be dide,

738598Euen in the hart bloud of the house 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 descent by gazing gainst the sunne.

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