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My Lords, forbear this talk: here comes the King. What are they that fly there? My Lord, I Like not of this flight of Edwards: For doubtless, Burgundy will yield him help, And we shall have more Wars befor't be long. As Henries late presaging Prophecy Did glad my heart, with hope of this young Richmond: So does my heart misgive me, in these Conflicts, What may befall him, to his harm and ours. Therefore, Lord Oxford, to prevent the worst, Forthwith we'll send him hence to Brittany, Till storms be passed of Civil Enmity. It shall be so: he shall to Brittany. Come therefore, let's about it speedily. Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster. Ah Warwick, Warwick, Wertenberg thou as we are, We might recover all our Loss again: The Queen from France hath brought a puissant power. Even now we herd the news: ah, couldst thou fly. Ah Warwick, Montague hath breathed his last, And to the latest gasp, cried out for Warwick: And said, Commend me to my valiant Brother. And more he would have said, and more he spoke, Which sounded Like a Cannon in a Vault, That might not be distinguished: but at last, I well might hear, delivered with a groan, O farewell Warwick. And he that will not fight for such a hope, Go home to Bed, and Like the Owl by day, If he arise, be mocked and wondered at. But he's deceived, we are in readiness. Nor I, but stoop with patience to my fortune. My Liege, it is young Henry, Earl of Rich mond.