1603Muster about him whilest he Lion like,

1604Intangled in the net of their assaults,

1605Frantiquely wrends and byts the wouen toyle,

1606But all in vaine, he cannot free him selfe.

1607K: Ed: Audley content, I will not haue a man,

1608On paine of death sent forth to succour him:

1609This is the day, ordaynd by desteny,

1610To season his courage with those greeuous thoughts,

1611That if he breaketh out, Nestors yeares on earth,

1612Will make him sauor still of this exployt.

1613Dar: Ah but he shall not liue to see those dayes,

1614Ki: Why then his Ephitaph, is lasting prayse.

1615An: Yet good my Lord, tis too much wilfulnes,

1616To let his blood be spilt that may be saude,

1617Kin. Exclayme no more, for none of you can tell,

1618Whether a borrowed aid will serue or no,

1619Perhapps he is already slayne or tane:

1620And dare a Falcon when shees in her flight,

1621And euer after sheele be huggard like:

1622Let Edward be deliuered by our hands,

1623And still in danger hele expect the like,

1624But if himselfe, himselfe redeeme from thence,

1625He wil haue vanquisht cheerefull death and feare,

1626And euer after dread their force no more,

1627Then if they were but babes or Captiue slaues.

1628Aud. O cruell Father, farewell Edward then.

1629Da: Farewell sweete Prince, the hope of chiualry,

1630Art: O would my life might ransome him from death.

1631K. Ed: But soft me thinkes I heare,

1632The dismall charge of Trumpets loud retreat:

1633All are not slayne I hope that went with him,

1634Some will returne with tidings good or bad.