Hath robd my strong knit sinnews of their strength,
[5] And force perforce needes must I rest my selfe.
Enter Edward.
Edw. Smile gentle heauens or strike vngentle death,
That we maie die vnlesse we gaine the daie:
What fatall starre malignant frownes from heauen
Vpon the harmelesse line of Yorkes true house?
Enter George.
10 George. Come brother, come, lets to the field againe,
[♦] For yet theres hope inough to win the daie: