23761717Requite your loues. Bishop farewell,

23771718Sheeld thee from Warwikes frowne,

23781719And praie that I maie repossesse the crowne.

23791720Now huntsman what will you doe?

23801721Hunts Marrie my Lord, I thinke I had as good

23811722Goe with you, as tarrie heere to be hangde.

23821723Edw. Come then lets awaie with speed.

23041726Riuers. Tel me good maddam, why is your grace

1727So passionate of late?

23051728Queen. Why brother Riuers, heare you not the newes,

23061729Of that successe king Edward had of late?

23071730Riu. What? losse of some pitcht battaile against Warwike,

23081731Tush, feare not faire Queen, but cast those cares aside.

23091732King Edwards noble mind his honours doth display:

23101733And Warwike maie loose, though then he got the day.

1734Queen. If that were all, my griefes were at an end:

1735But greater troubles will I feare befall.

1736Riu. What, is he taken prisoner by the foe,

1737To the danger of his royall person then?

23111738Queen. I, thears my griefe, king Edward is surprisde,

23121739And led awaie, as prisoner vnto Yorke.

23171740Riu. The newes is passing strange I must confesse:

23181741Yet comfort your selfe, for Edward hath more friends,

23191742Then Lancaster at this time must perceiue,

23201743That some will set him in his throne againe.

23211744Queen. God grant they maie, but gentle brother come,

23221745And let me leane vpon thine arme a while,

1746Vntill I come vnto the sanctuarie,

1747There to preserue the fruit within my wombe,