968821Clif. And reason George. Who should succeede the fa-

969822ther but the son?

970823Rich. Are you their butcher?

971824Clif. I Crookbacke, here I stand to answere thee, or any

972825of your sort.

973826Rich. Twas you that kild yong Rutland, was it not?

974827Clif. Yes, and old Yorke too, and yet not satisfide.

975828Rich. For Gods sake Lords giue synald to the fight.

976829War. What saiest thou Henry? wilt thou yeelde thy

977830crowne?

978831Queen. What, long tongde War. dare you speake?

979832When you and I met at saint Albones last,

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

837thence.

984838Northum. No nor your manhood Warwike, that could

839make you staie.

985840Rich. Northumberland, Northumberland, wee holde

986841Thee reuerentlie. Breake off the parlie, for scarse

987842I can refraine the execution of my big swolne

988843Hart, against that Clifford there, that

844Cruell child-killer.

989845Clif. Why I kild thy father, calst thou him a child?

990846Rich. I like a villaine, and a trecherous coward,

991847As thou didst kill our tender brother Rutland.

992848But ere sunne set Ile make thee curse the deed.

993849King. Haue doone with wordes great Lordes, and

994850Heare me speake.

995851Queen. Defie them then, or else hold close thy lips.