[♦] Clarence still breathes; Edward still lives and reigns;
When they are gone, then must I count my gains. [Exit.
fab SCENE II. The same. Another street.
Enter the corpse of KING HENRY the Sixth, Gentlemen with halberds to guard it; LADY ANNE being the mourner.
[♦] Anne. Set down, set down your honourable load—
If honour may be shrouded in a hearse—
[♦] Whilst I awhile obsequiously lament
The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster.
[5] Poor key-cold figure of a holy king!
Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster!