[♦] And more he would haue spoke and more he said,
[♦] Which sounded like a clamor in a vault,
That could not be distinguisht for the sound,
And so the valiant Montague gave vp the ghost.
War. What is pompe, rule, raigne, but earth and dust?
And liue we how we can, yet die we must.
Sweet rest his soule, flie Lords and saue your selues,
For Warwike bids you all farewell to meet in Heauen. He dies.
[♦] Oxf Come noble Summerset, lets take our horse,
[40] And cause retrait be sounded through the campe,