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And either victory, or else a grave!

MARGARET

Stay, Edward. [175]

EDWARD

No, wrangling woman, we’ll no longer stay:
These words will cost ten thousand lives this day.

[Flourish. March. Exeunt Edward and his men at one door and Queen
Margaret and her men at another door.]

Scene III IT

Alarum. Excursions. Enter Warwick.

WARWICK

Forspent with toil, as runners with a race,
I lay me down a little while to breathe;
For strokes received and many blows repaid
Have robbed my strong-knit sinews of their strength,
And, spite of spite, needs must I rest awhile. [5]

Enter Edward [Earl of March] running.

EDWARD

Smile, gentle heaven, or strike, ungentle death,
For this world frowns, and Edward’s sun is clouded.

WARWICK

How now, my lord, what hap? What hope of good?

Enter George.

GEORGE

Our hap is loss, our hope but sad despair,
Our ranks are broke and ruin follows us. [10]
What counsel give you? Whither shall we fly?

EDWARD

Bootless is flight, they follow us with wings;