In the tower, his land and all our friends
Are quite distrest, and yonder standes
The Wolfe that makes all this,
45 Then on Gods name Lords togither cry saint George.
[♦] All. Saint George for Lancaster.
Alarmes to the battell, Yorke flies, then the chambers be discharged. Then enter the king, Cla. & Glo. and the rest, & make a great shout, and crie, for Yorke, for Yorke, and then the Queene is taken, & the prince, & Oxf. & Sum. and then sound and enter all againe.
Edw. Lo here a period of tumultuous broiles,
Awaie with Oxford to Hames castell straight,
For Summerset off with his guiltie head.
50 Awaie I will not heare them speake.