And once againe crie charge vpon the foe,
But neuer once againe turne backe and flie.
Rich. I, now me thinkes I heare great Warwike speake:
155 Nere maie he liue to see a sunshine daie,
That cries retire, when Warwike bids him stay.
Edw. Lord Warwike, on thy shoulder will I leane,
[♦] And when thou faints, must Edward fall:
Which perill heauen forefend.
160 War. No longer Earle of March, but Duke of Yorke,
[♦] The next degree, is Englands royall king: