And full as oft came Edward to my side,
With purple falchion, painted to the hilt
In blood of those that had encounter’d him:
And when the hardiest warriors did retire,
15 Richard cried, ‘Charge! and give no foot of ground!’
[♦] And cried, ‘A crown, or else a glorious tomb!
A sceptre, or an earthly sepulchre!’
With this, we charged again: but, out, alas!
[♦] We bodged again; as I have seen a swan
20 With bootless labour swim against the tide