[After this tragedy ended, one sayd: “Seeing this duke hath so vehemently exclaimed against the duke of _Yorke’s_ practises, it were well done to heare what hee can say for himselfe. For after the first battaile at Sainct _Albane’s_ he was[948] made protectour,[949] which so much greeued queene _Margaret_ and her complices, that priuy grutches and open dissembling neuer ceased till the duke and his allyes were fayne to flie both field and realme, hee into _Ireland_, and they to _Calais_. Whence they came againe with an army, whereof _Richard Neuill_ earle of _Salisbury_ was leder, and marched toward _Couentry_, where the king was, and had gathered an army to subdue them, and encountred them at _Northampton_ on the 10 day of Iuly in the yeare of grace 1460, fought with them, lost the fielde, and was taken himselfe and many of his friendes slaine, as _Humfrey Stafford_ duke of _Buckingham_, _Iohn Talbot_ the second of that name earle of _Shrewesbury_, _Iohn vicount Beaumont_, _Thomas_ lord _Egremont_, sir _William Lucy_ and diuers other. But ouerpassing all these and many moe because they were honorably slaine in the fielde, let vs come to him who was the chiefe cause thereof, that is to say, _Richard Plantagenet_ duke of _Yorke_ slaine in the battayl at _Wakefield_ on _Christmas_ euen, and _Edmund_ earle of _Rutland_ his yong sonne, who was there murdered by the lord _Clifford_ as hee would have fled into the towne to haue saued himselfe. Therefore imagine that you see a tall man’s body full of fresh woundes, but lacking a head, holding by the hand a goodly childe, whose breast was so wounded that his heart might be seene, his louely face and eyes disfigured with dropping teares, his haire through horror standing vpright, his mercy crauing handes all to bee mangled, and all his body embrued with his owne bloud. Out of the wesand pipe of which headles body came a shreking voice saying as followeth.”] Howe _Richarde Plantagenet_ Duke of Yorke was slayn through his ouer rash boldnes, and his sonne the Earle of Rutland for his lacke of valiaunce, An. Dom. 1460.[950] 1. Trust fortune (quod[951] hee) in whome[952] was neuer trust? O folly of men[953] that[954] haue no better grace, All rest, renowne, and deedes lie in the dust, Of all the sort that sue her slipper trace: What meanest thou, _Baldwine_, for to hide[955] thy face? Thou needest not feare although I misse my head, Nor yet to mourne for this my sonne is dead.[956] 2.