Yorke, and Henrie the Sixt.
779636Our battels ioinde, and both
sides
fiercelie fought,
780637But whether twas the coldne
sse of the king,
781638He lookt full gentlie on his warlike
Queene,
782639That robde my
souldiers of their heated
spleene.
783640Or whether twas report of his
succe
sse,
784641Or more then common feare of
Cliffords rigor,
785642Who thunders to his captaines bloud and death,
786643I cannot tell. But to conclude with truth,
787644Their weapons like to lightnings went and came.
788645Our
souldiers like the night Owles la
sie
flight,
789646Or like an idle thre
sher with a
flaile,
790647Fel gentlie downe as if they
smote their friends.
791648I cheerd them vp with iu
stice of the cau
se,
792649With promi
se of hie paie and great rewardes,
793650But all in vaine, they had no harts to
fight,
794651Nor we in them no hope to win the daie,
795652So that We
fled. The king vnto the
Queene,
796653Lord
George your brother,
Norffolke, and my
selfe,
797654In ha
st, po
st ha
st, are come to ioine with you,
798655For in the marches here we heard you were,
799656Making another head to
fight againe.
800657Edw. Thankes gentle
Warwike.
801658How farre hence is the Duke with his power?
659And when came
George from
Burgundie to
England?
802660War. Some
fiue miles o
ff the Duke is with his power,
803661But as for your brother he was latelie
sent
804662From your kind Aunt, Duches of
Burgundie,
805663With aide of
souldiers gain
st this needfull warre.
806664Rich. Twas ods belike, when valiant
Warwike fled.
807665Oft haue I heard thy prai
ses in pur
sute,
808666But nere till now thy
scandall of retire.
War.