What says Lord Stanley? will he bring his power?
[♦] Mess. My lord, he doth deny to come.
[♦] K. Rich. Off with his son George’s head!
345 Nor. My lord, the enemy is past the marsh:
After the battle let George Stanley die.
K. Rich. A thousand hearts are great within my bosom:
Advance our standards, set upon our foes;
Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George,
350 Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons!
[♦] Upon them! Victory sits on our helms. [Exeunt.