Edward for Edward pays a dying debt.
Q. Eliz. Wilt thou, O God, fly from such gentle lambs,
And throw them in the entrails of the wolf?
[♦] When didst thou sleep when such a deed was done?
[25] Q. Mar. When holy Harry died, and my sweet son.
[♦] Duch. Blind sight, dead life, poor mortal living ghost,
Woe’s scene, world’s shame, grave’s due by life usurp’d,
[♦] Brief abstract and record of tedious days,
[♦] Rest thy unrest on England’s lawful earth, [Sitting down.
[30] Unlawfully made drunk with innocents’ blood!