Some dreadful story hanging on thy tongue? Richard, though, is skeptical.īut what art thou whose heavy looks foretell Edward thinks it's them-the three York brothers-all blazing forward in the world, together. Richard thinks the suns are hugging, or joining together somehow. You love the breeder better than the male. Nay, bear three daughters: by your leave I speak it, Whate’er it bodes, henceforward will I bear Should notwithstanding join our lights togetherĪnd overshine the earth, as this the world. That we, the sons of brave Plantagenet, 35 I think it cites us, brother, to the field, ’Tis wondrous strange, the like yet never heard of. Now are they but one lamp, one light, one sun See, see, they join, embrace, and seem to kiss,Īs if they vowed some league inviolable. Three glorious suns, each one a perfect sun, He's proud of his dad.ĭazzle mine eyes, or do I see three suns? 25 Richard saw him fighting and boy, was he brave. On the battlefield, Edward and Richard wonder where their dad is. Trimmed like a younker, prancing to his love! How well resembles it the prime of youth, See how the morning opes her golden gatesĪnd takes her farewell of the glorious sun. Methinks ’tis prize enough to be his son. The rest stand all aloof and bark at him Who having pinched a few and made them cry, Or as a bear encompassed round with dogs, 15 Methought he bore him in the thickest troop 10Īnd watched him how he singled Clifford forth. Where our right valiant father is become. Or had he scaped, methinks we should have heard Had he been slain, we should have heard the news 5 Had he been ta’en, we should have heard the news Enter Edward, Richard, and their power,įrom Clifford’s and Northumberland’s pursuit.
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