Not separated with the racking clouds,
[♦] But sever’d in a pale clear-shining sky.
See, see! they join, embrace, and seem to kiss,
30 As if they vow’d some league inviolable:
Now are they but one lamp, one light, one sun.
[♦] In this the heaven figures some event.
[♦] Edw. ’Tis wondrous strange, the like yet never heard of.
I think it cites us, brother, to the field,
35 That we, the sons of brave Plantagenet,
[♦] Each one already blazing by our meeds,