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[♦] Edw. Once more we sit in England’s royall throne,

Repurchasde with the bloud of enemies,

[♦] What valiant foemen like to Autumnes corne,

Haue we mow’d downe in tops of all their pride?

[5] Three Dukes of Summerset, threefold renowmd

For hardie and vndoubted champions.

Two Cliffords, as the father and the sonne,

And two Northumberlands, two brauer men

Nere spurd their coursers at the trumpets sound.

10 With them the two rough Beares, Warwike and Montague,

That in their chaines fettered the kinglie Lion,

And made the Forrest tremble when they roard,

Thus haue we swept suspition from our seat,

And made our footstoole of securitie.

15 Come hither Besse, and let me kisse my boie,

Young Ned, for thee, thine Vncles and my selfe,

Haue in our armors watcht the Winters night,

[♦] Marcht all a foote in summers skalding heat,

That thou mightst repossesse the crowne in peace,

20 And of our labours thou shalt reape the gaine.

[♦] Glo. Ile blast his haruest and your head were laid,

For yet I am not lookt on in the world.

This shoulder was ordained so thicke to heaue,

And heaue it shall some waight or breake my backe,

25 Worke thou the waie, and thou shalt execute.

[♦] Edward. Clarence and Gloster, loue my louelie Queene,

[♦] And kisse your princelie nephew brothers both.

[♦] Cla. The dutie that I owe vnto your, Maiestie,

I seale vpon the rosiate lips of this sweet babe.

30 Queen. Thankes noble Clarence worthie brother thankes.

[♦] Gloster. And that I loue the fruit from whence thou

Sprangst, witnesse the louing kisse I giue the child.

To saie the truth so Iudas kist his maister,

And so he cride all haile, and meant all harme.

35 Edward. Nowe am I seated as my soule delights,

[♦] Hauing my countries peace, and brothers loues.

[♦] Cla. What will your grace haue done with Margaret,

[♦] Ranard her father to the king of France,

[♦] Hath pawnd the Cyssels and Ierusalem,

[40] And hither haue they sent it for her ransome.

Edw. Awaie with her, and wafte hir hence to France,

And now what rests but that we spend the time,

With stately Triumphs and mirthfull comicke shewes,

Such as befits the pleasures of the Court.

45 Sound drums and Trumpets, farewell to sower annoy,

For heere I hope begins our lasting ioie. Exeunt Omnes.

FINIS.

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NOTES TO
THE TRUE TRAGEDIE OF
RICHARD DUKE OF YORKE.