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Author: William Shakespeare
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Henry VI, Part 3 (Octavo 1, 1595)


Yorke, and Henrie the Sixt.
Clif. And reason George. Who should succeede the fa-
ther but the son?
970Rich. Are you their butcher?
Clif. I Crookbacke, here I stand to answere thee, or any
of your sort.
Rich. Twas you that kild yong Rutland, was it not?
Clif. Yes, and old Yorke too, and yet not satisfide.
975Rich. For Gods sake Lords giue synald to the fight.
War. What saiest thou Henry? wilt thou yeelde thy
crowne?
Queen. What, long tongde War. dare you speake?
When you and I met at saint Albones last,
980Your legs did better seruice than your hands.
War. I, then twas my turne to flee, but now tis thine.
Clif. You said so much before, and yet you fled.
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
Thee reuerentlie. Breake off the parlie, for scarse
I can refraine the execution of my big swolne
Hart, against that Clifford there, that
Cruell child-killer.
Clif. Why I kild thy father, calst thou him a child?
990Rich. I like a villaine, and a trecherous coward,
As thou didst kill our tender brother Rutland.
But ere sunne set Ile make thee curse the deed.
King. Haue doone with wordes great Lordes, and
Heare me speake.
995Queen. Defie them then, or else hold close thy lips.
King.