Yorke, and Henrie the Sixt.
968821Clif. And rea
son
George. Who
should
succeede the fa
- 970823Rich. Are you their butcher?
971824Clif. I Crookbacke, here I
stand to an
swere thee, or any
973826Rich. Twas you that kild yong
Rutland, was it not?
974827Clif. Yes, and old
Yorke too, and yet not
sati
sfide.
975828Rich. For Gods
sake Lords giue
synald to the
fight.
976829War. What
saie
st thou
Henry? wilt thou yeelde thy
978831Queen. What, long tongde
War. dare you
speake?
979832When you and
I met at
saint
Albones la
st,
980833Your legs did better
seruice than your hands.
981834War. I, then twas my turne to
flee, but now tis thine.
982835Clif. You
said
so much before, and yet you
fled.
983836War. Twas not your valour
Clifford, that droue mee
984838Northum. No nor your manhood
Warwike, that could
985840Rich. Northumberland, Northumberland, wee holde
986841Thee reuerentlie. Breake o
ff the parlie, for
scar
se
987842I can refraine the execution of my big
swolne
988843Hart, again
st that
Clifford there, that
989845Clif. Why I kild thy father, cal
st thou him a child?
990846Rich. I like a villaine, and a trecherous coward,
991847As thou did
st kill our tender brother
Rutland.
992848But ere
sunne
set Ile make thee cur
se the deed.
993849King. Haue doone with wordes great Lordes, and
995851Queen. De
fie them then, or el
se hold clo
se thy lips.
King.