[♦] Shame? Oh braue yong Prince, thy
25 Noble grandfather doth liue againe in thee,
Long maiest thou liue to beare his image,
And to renew his glories.
Sum. And he that turnes and flies when such do fight,
Let him to bed, and like the Owle by daie
[30] Be hist, and wondered at if he arise.
Enter a Messenger.
Mes. My Lords, Duke Edward with a mighty power,
Is marching hitherwards to fight with you.