KING EDWARD IV | |
Thus far our fortune keeps an upward course, | |
| | And we are graced with wreaths of victory. | |
| | But, in the midst of this bright-shining day, | |
| | I spy a black, suspicious, threatening cloud, | |
| | That will encounter with our glorious sun, | 5 |
| | Ere he attain his easeful western bed: | |
| | I mean, my lords, those powers that the queen | |
| | Hath raised in Gallia have arrived our coast | |
| | And, as we hear, march on to fight with us. | |
KING EDWARD IV | |
We are advertised by our loving friends | |
| | That they do hold their course toward Tewksbury: | |
| | We, having now the best at Barnet field, | 20 |
| | Will thither straight, for willingness rids way; | |
| | And, as we march, our strength will be augmented | |
| | In every county as we go along. | |
| | Strike up the drum; cry 'Courage!' and away. | |
| | [Exeunt] |
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