[♦] A crowne for Yorke? and Lords bow low to him.
[♦] So: hold you his hands, whilst I doe set it on.
[130] I, now lookes he like a king?
This is he that tooke king Henries chaire,
[♦] And this is he was his adopted aire.
But how is it that great Plantagenet,
Is crownd so soone, and broke his holie oath,
135 As I bethinke me you should not be king,
Till our Henry had shooke hands with death,
And will you impale your head with Henries glorie,