Rich. I cannot ioy vntil I be resolu’de,
Where our right valiant father is become.
5 How often did I see him beare himselfe,
As doth a lion midst a heard of neat,
[♦] So fled his enemies our valiant father,
Me thinkes tis pride enough to be his sonne. Three sunnes appeare in the aire.
Edw. Loe how the morning opes her golden gates,
10 And takes her farewell of the glorious sun,
[♦] Dasell mine eies or doe I see three suns?
[♦] Rich. Three glorious suns, not seperated by a racking