And wring the awefull scepter from his fist:
Were he as famous and as bold in warre,
As he is famde for mildnesse, peace and praier.
125 Rich. I know it well Lord Warwike blame me not,
Twas loue I bare thy glories made me speake.
[♦] But in this troublous time, whats to be done?
Shall we go throw away our coates of steele,
And clad our bodies in blacke mourning gownes,
130 Numbring our Auemaries with our beades?
Or shall we on the helmets of our foes,