[♦] Would I had neuer raind, nor nere bin king,
Margret and Clifford, chide me from the fielde,
10 Swearing they had best successe when I was thence.
Would God that I were dead so all were well,
Or would my crowne suffice, I were content
To yeeld it them and liue a priuate life.
Enter a souldier with a dead man in his armes.
Sould Il blowes the wind that profits no bodie,
15 This man that I have slaine in fight to daie,
Maie be possessed of some store of crownes,