135 But all in vain; they had no heart to fight,
And we in them no hope to win the day;
So that we fled; the king unto the queen;
[♦] Lord George your brother, Norfolk and myself,
In haste, post-haste, are come to join with you;
140 For in the marches here we heard you were,
Making another head to fight again.
Edw. Where is the Duke of Norfolk, gentle Warwick?
And when came George from Burgundy to England?
[♦] War. Some six miles off the duke is with the soldiers;