[♦] Now, like to whelps, we crying run away. [A short alarum.
Hark, countrymen! either renew the fight,
Or tear the lions out of England’s coat;
Renounce your soil, give sheep in lions’ stead:
[30]Sheep run not half so treacherous from the wolf,
Or horse or oxen from the leopard,
As you fly from your oft-subdued slaves. [Alarum. Here another skirmish.
It will not be: retire into your trenches:
You all consented unto Salisbury’s death,
35For none would strike a stroke in his revenge.