E. Mor. Look, Lancaster, yonder is Edward Among his flatterers.
Lan. And there let him be Till he pay dearly for their company.
War. And shall, or Warwick's sword shall smite in vain.
Edw. What, rebels, do you shrink and sound retreat?
Y. Mor. No, Edward, no, thy flatterers faint and fly.
Lan. They'd best betimes forsake thee, and their trains, [268] For they'll betray thee, traitors as they are.
Y. Spen. Traitor on thy face, rebellious Lancaster!
Pem. Away, base upstart, bravest thou nobles thus?20
O. Spen. A noble attempt, and honourable deed, Is [269] it not, trow ye, to assemble aid, And levy arms against your lawful king!
Edw. For which ere long their heads shall satisfy, To appease the wrath of their offended king.