Unto my brother, Archbishop of York.
When I have fought with Pembroke and his fellows,
[55] I’ll follow you, and tell what answer
[♦] Lewis and the Lady Bona send to him.
[♦] Now, for a while farewell, good Duke of York. [They lead him out forcibly.
K. Edw. What fates impose, that men must needs abide;
[♦] It boots not to resist both wind and tide. [Exit, guarded.
60 Oxf. What now remains, my lords, for us to do
But march to London with our soldiers?
War. Ay, that’s the first thing that we have to do;