War. Then Yorke aduise thy selfe and take thy time,
Claime thou the Crowne, and set thy standard vp,
55 And in the same aduance the milke-white Rose,
[♦] And then to gard it, will I rouse the Beare,
Inuiron’d with ten thousand Ragged-staues
To aide and helpe thee for to win thy right,
[♦] Maugre the proudest Lord of Henries blood,
60 That dares deny the right and claime of Yorke,
[♦] For why my minde presageth I shall liue
To see the noble Duke of Yorke to be a King.