And thrise I saw him beaten from his horse,
And thrise this hand did set him vp againe,
80 And still he fought with courage gainst his foes,
[♦] The boldest sprited man that ere mine eyes beheld.
Enter Salsbbury and Warwicke.
Edward. See noble father, where they both do come,
The onely props vnto the house of Yorke.
Sals. Well hast thou fought this day, thou valiant Duke,
85 And thou braue bud of Yorkes encreasing house,
The small remainder of my weary life,