And by thy gesse, how farre is Clarence hence?
[♦] Sommer. At Southam my Lord I left him with
10 His force, and doe expect him two houres hence.
War. Then Oxford is at hand, I heare his drum.
Enter Edward and his power.
Glo. See brother, where the surly Warwike mans the wal.
[♦] War. O vnbid spight, is spotfull Edward come!
[♦] Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduste,
15 That we could haue no newes of their repaire?
Edw. Now Warwike wilt thou be sorrie for thy faults,