840698Why via, To London will we march amaine,

841699And once againe bestride our foming steedes,

842700And once againe crie charge vpon the foe,

843701But neuer once againe turne backe and flie.

844702Rich. I, now me thinkes I heare great Warwike speake:

845703Nere maie he liue to see a sunshine daie,

846704That cries retire, when Warwike bids him stay.

847705Edw. Lord Warwike, on thy shoulder will I leane,

848706And when thou faints, must Edward fall:

849707Which perill heauen forefend.

850708War. No longer Earle of March, but Duke of Yorke,

851709The next degree, is Englands royall king:

852710And king of England shalt thou be proclaimde,

853711In euery burrough as we passe along:

854712And he that casts not vp his cap for ioie,

855713Shall for the offence make forfeit of his head.

856714King Edward, valiant Richard, Montague,

857715Stay we no longer dreaming of renowne,

858716But forward to effect these resolutions.

865718Mes. The Duke of Norffolke sends you word by me,

866719The Queene is comming with a puissant power,

867720And craues your companie for speedie councell.

868721War. Why then it sorts braue Lordes. Lets march a-

873726Quee. Welcome my Lord to this braue town of York,

874727Yonders the head of that ambitious enemie,

875728That sought to be impaled with your crowne.