The first part of the contention of the two famous
32902100And now behold, vnder a paltry Ale-hou
se
signe,
32922102Somer
set hath made the Wi
ssard famous by his death.
32182104Alarme again, and enter the Earle of
32192106VVar. Cli
fford of Comberland, tis Warwicke calles,
32202107And if thou doe
st not hide thee from the Beare,
32212108Now whil
st the angry Trompets
sound Alarmes,
32222109And dead mens cries do
fill the emptie aire:
32232110Cli
fford I
say, come forth and
fight with me,
32242111Proud Northerne Lord, Cli
fford of Comberland,
32252112Warwicke is hoar
se with calling thee to Armes.
3225.22114Warwicke
stand
still, and view the way that Cli
fford hewes with
3225.32115his murthering Curtelaxe, through the fainting troopes to
finde
3225.52117Warwicke
stand
still, and
stir not till I come.
32272119VVar. How now my Lord, what a foote?
32282121Yorke. The deadly hand of Cli
fford. Noble Lord,
32292124But I did kill his hor
se he lou'd
so well,
32312125The bonie
st gray that ere was bred in North.
32322126Enter Clifford, and Warwicke offers to 32342128Hold Warwicke, and
seeke thee out
some other cha
se,
32352129My
selfe will hunt this deare to death.
32362130VVar. Braue Lord, tis for a Crowne thou
fights,
32372131Cli
fford farewell, as I entend to pro
sper well to day,
32382132It grieues my
soule to leaue thee vna
ssaild.
3238.22134Yorke. Now Cli
fford,
since we are
singled here alone,
Be