ABSTRACT
It was a simple scheme, yet with the simple simplicity succeeds best. A new face and talk of distant lands, had excited York beyond his wont. He could not rest during the long night, while the image of his disastrous fortunes haunted him like a ghost. "Were I the son of a falconer or hind,"c he thought, "I could don my breast-plate, seize my good cross-bow, and away / to the fight. Mewed up here with women, the very heart of a Plantagenet will fail, and I shall play the girl at the sight of blood. Wherefore tarries Sir Edmund, our gentle coz?d If he be a true man he shall lead me to danger and glory, and England, ere she own her king, shall be proud of her outcast child."
