Or else come after, Ile awaie before.
K Hen. Naie staie good Exeter, for Ile along with thee.
Enter Clifford wounded with an arrow in his necke.
65 Clif. Heere burnes my candell out,
That whilst it lasted gaue king Henry light.
Ah Lancaster, I feare thine ouerthrow,
More then my bodies parting from my soule.
My loue and feare glude manie friendes to thee,
70 And now I die, that tough commixture melts.
Impairing Henry strengthened misproud Yorke,