Oxf. I thought it was his pollicie, to take vs vnprouided,

[♦] But here will we stand and fight it to the death.

Enter king Edward, Cla. Glo. Hast. and Soul­diers.

35 Edw. See brothers, yonder stands the thornie wood,

Which by Gods assistance and your prowesse,

[♦] Shall with our swords yer night be cleane cut downe.

Queen. Lords, Knights & gentlemen, what I should say,

My teares gainesaie, for as you see, I drinke

[40] The water of mine eies. Then no more

[♦] But this. Henry your king is prisoner