31372060Richard. And if our words will not, our swords shall.

31412061Yorke. Call hither to the stake, my two rough beares.

31922062King. Call Buckingham, and bid him Arme himselfe.

31932063Yorke. Call Buckingham and all the friends thou hast,

31942064Both thou and they, shall curse this fatall houre.

31472068Cliff. Are these thy beares? weele bayte them soone,

31482069Dispight of thee and all the friends thou hast.

31962070War. You had best go dreame againe,

31972071To keepe you from the tempest of the field.

31982072Clif. I am resolu'd to beare a greater storme,

31992073Then any thou canst coniure vp to day,

32002074And that ile write vpon thy Burgonet,

32012075Might I but know thee by thy houshold badge.

32022076VVar. Now by my fathers age, old Neuels crest,

32032077The Rampant Beare chaind to the ragged staffe,

32042078This day ile weare aloft my burgonet,

32052079As on a mountaine top the Caedar showes,

32062080That keepes his leaues in spight of any storme,

32072081Euen to affright the with the view thereof.

32082082Clif. And from thy burgonet will I rend the beare,

32092083And tread him vnderfoote with all contempt,

32102084Dispight the Beare-ward that protects him so.

32112085Yoong Clif. And so renowmed soueraigne to Armes,

32122086To quell these Traitors and their compleases.

32132087Richard. Fie, Charitie for shame, speake it not in spight,

32142088For you shall sup with Iesus Christ to night.

32152089Yoong Clif. Foule Stigmaticke thou canst not tell.

32172090Rich. No, for if not in heauen, youle surely sup in hell.

32892095Rich. So Lie thou there, and breathe thy last.

3289.12096Whats here, the signe of the Castle?

3289.22097Then the prophesie is come to passe,

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