Ile beare vpon my Target, three faire shining suns.
[♦] But what art thou? that lookest so heauilie?
25 Mes. Oh one that was a wofull looker on,
When as the noble Duke of Yorke was slaine.
Edw. O speake no more, for I can heare no more.
Rich. Tell on thy tale, for I will heare it all.
Mes. When as the noble Duke was put to flight,
30 And then pursu’de by Clifford and the Queene,
And manie souldiers moe, who all at once
[♦] Let driue at him and forst the Duke to yeeld: