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The Queen, With all the Northern Earls and Lords, Intend here to besiege you in your Castle. She is hard by, with twenty thousand men: And therefore fortify your Hold, my Lord. Ah, one that was a woeful looker on, When as the Noble Duke of York was slain, Your Princely Father, and my loving Lord. Environed he was with many foes, And stood against them, as the hope of Troy Against the Greeks, that would have entered Troy. But Hercules himself must yield to odds: And many strokes, though with a little Axe, Hues down and fells the hardest-tymber'd Oak. By many hands your Father was subdued, But only slaughtered by the ireful Arm Of unrelenting Clifford, and the Queen: Who crowned the gracious Duke in high despite, Laughed in his face: and when with grief he wept, The ruthless Queen gave him, to dry his Cheeks, A Napkin, steeped in the harmless blood Of sweet young Rutland, by rough Clifford slain: And after many scorns, many foul taunts, They took his Head, and on the Gates of York They set the same, and there it does remain, The saddest spectacle that ere I viewed. Royal Commanders, be in readiness, For with a Band of thirty thousand men, Comes Warwick backing of the Duke of York, And in the Towns as they do march along, Proclaims him King, and many fly to him, Darraigne your battle, for they are at hand. Prepare you Lords, for Edward is at hand, Ready to fight: therefore be resolute. The Duke of Norfolk sends you word by me, The Queen is coming with a puissant Host, And craves your company, for speedy counsel.