I cleft his Beuer with a downe right blow:
Father that this is true behold his bloud.
Mont. And brother heeres the Earle of Wiltshires
[♦] Bloud, whom I encountred as the battailes ioind.
15 Rich. Speake thou for me and tell them what I did.
[♦] York. What is your grace dead my L. of Summerset?
Norf. Such hope haue all the line of Iohn of Gawnt.
Rich. Thus doe I hope to shape king Henries head.
War. And so do I victorious prince of Yorke,
20 Before I see thee seated in that throne