Yorke, and Henrie the Sixt.
12961069Giuing no foot vnto the hou
se of
Yorke,
12981070I and ten thou
sand in this wofull land,
12991071Had left no mourning Widdowes for our deathes,
13001072And thou this daie had
st kept thy throne in peace.
13011073For what doth cheri
sh weedes but gentle aire?
13021074And what makes robbers bold but lenitie?
13031075Bootle
sse are plaintes, and curele
sse are my woundes,
13041076No waie to
flie, no
strength to hold our
flight,
13051077The foe is mercile
sse and will not pittie me,
13061078And at their hands
I haue de
serude no pittie.
13071079The aire is got into my bleeding wounds,
13081080And much e
ffu
se of bloud doth make me faint,
13091081Come
Yorke and
Richard, Warwike and the re
st,
13101082I stabde your fathers, now come
split my bre
st.
13111083Enter Edward, Richard and Warwike, 13131085Edw. Thus farre our fortunes keepes an vpward
13141086Cour
se, and we are gra
st with wreathes of vi
ctorie.
13151087Some troopes pur
sue the bloudie minded Queene,
13161088That now towards
Barwike doth po
ste amaine,
13191089But thinke you that
Clifford is
fled awaie with them?
13201090War. No, tis impo
ssible he
should e
scape,
13211091For though before his face I
speake the words,
13221092Your brother Richard markt him for the graue.
13231093And where
so ere he be I warrant him dead.
1095Edw. Harke, what
soule is this that takes his heauy leaue?
13251096Rich. A deadlie grone, like life and deaths departure.
13261097Edw. See who it is, and now the battailes ended,
13281098Friend or foe, let him be friendlie v
sed.
13291099Rich. Reuer
se that doome of mercie, for tis
Clifford.
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