Edw. Thus far from Belgia haue we past the seas,
[♦] And marcht from Raunspur hauen vnto Yorke:
But soft the gates are shut, I like not this.
[♦] Rich. Sound vp the drum and call them to the wals.
Enter the Lord Maire of Yorke vpon the wals.
5 Mair. My Lords we had notice of your comming,
[♦] And thats the cause we stand vpon our garde,
And shut the gates for to preserue the towne.
Henry now is king, and we are sworne to him.
[♦] Edw. Why my Lord Maire, if Henry be your king,