And I will search to find them if I can,
But stay. Me thinkes it is my fathers face,
Oh I tis he whom I haue slaine in fight,
20 From London was I prest out by the king,
My father he came on the part of Yorke,
And in this conflict I haue slaine my father:
Oh pardon God, I knew not what I did,
[♦] And pardon father, for I knew thee not.
Enter an other souldier with a dead man.
25 2. Soul. Lie there thou that foughtst with me so stoutly,