185 But never once again turn back and fly.
Rich. Ay, now methinks I hear great Warwick speak:
Ne’er may he live to see a sunshine day,
[♦] That cries ‘Retire,’ if Warwick bid him stay.
[♦] Edw. Lord Warwick, on thy shoulder will I lean;
[190] And when thou fail’st—as God forbid the hour!—
Must Edward fall, which peril heaven forfend!
War. No longer Earl of March, but Duke of York:
[♦] The next degree is England’s royal throne;
For King of England shalt thou be proclaim’d