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 Duke, his father, in the battle of Wakefield, where he fell:— Edw. I wonder, how our princely father 'scap'd: Or whether he be 'scap'd away, or no, From Clifford's and Northumberland's pursuit.

Rich. I cannot joy, until I be resolv'd Where our right valiant father is become: —

and a second time, when he flies and leaves the King, his brother, to the mercy of Warwick and the Lancastrians:—

[Enter Warwick, Somerset, &c. Warwick, and the rest, cry all—Warwick! Warwick!—and set upon the guard; crying—Arm! Arm!—Warwick, and the rest, bringing the King out, &c. Gloster and Hastings fly.]