Henry VI, Part 3 (Octavo 1, 1595)
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Yorke, and Henrie the Sixt.
¶ther but the son?
970Rich. Are you their butcher?
¶of your sort.
¶Rich. Twas you that kild yong Rutland, was it not?
¶crowne?
980Your legs did better seruice than your hands.
¶War. I, then twas my turne to flee, but now tis thine.
¶War. Twas not your valour Clifford, that droue mee
thence.
¶Northum. No nor your manhood Warwike, that could
make you staie.
985Rich. Northumberland, Northumberland, wee holde
¶I can refraine the execution of my big swolne
¶Hart, against that Clifford there, that
Cruell child-killer.
990Rich. I like a villaine, and a trecherous coward,
¶As thou didst kill our tender brother Rutland.
¶King. Haue doone with wordes great Lordes, and
¶Heare me speake.
King.
