165 Since thou deniest the gentle king to speake.
Sound trumpets, let our bloudie colours waue,
And either victorie or else a graue.
Quee. Staie Edward staie.
[♦] Edw. Hence wrangling woman, Ile no longer staie,
170 Thy words will cost ten thousand liues to daie. Exeunt Omnes. Alarmes.
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War. Sore spent with toile as runners with the race,
I laie me downe a little while to breath,
For strokes receiude, and manie blowes repaide,