[♦] Ile trie my fortune better with thee yet. Exet yoong Clifford with his father.
Alarmes againe, and then enter three or foure, bearing the Duke of Buckingham wounded to his Tent.
Alarmes still, and then enter the King and Queene.
Queene. Away my Lord, and flie to London straight,
Make hast, for vengeance comes along with them,
[♦] Come stand not to expostulate, lets go.
65 King. Come then faire Queene, to London let vs hast,
[♦] And sommon a Parlament with speede,
[♦] To stop the fury of these dyre euents. Exet King and Queene.
Alarmes, and then a flourish, and enter the Duke of Yorke and Richard.