[♦] Leaving thy trunk for crows to feed upon. [Exit.
ACT V.
bea SCENE I. Fields between Dartford and Blackheath.
Enter YORK, and his army of Irish, with drum and colours.
[♦] York. From Ireland thus comes York to claim his right,
And pluck the crown from feeble Henry’s head:
Ring, bells, aloud; burn, bonfires, clear and bright,
To entertain great England’s lawful king.
[5] Ah! sancta majestas, who would not buy thee dear?
[♦] Let them obey that know not how to rule;