297248Her sonne,

298249Makes hir in furie thus forget hir selfe.

299250Reuenged maie shee be on that accursed Duke.

305251Come cosen of Exeter, staie thou here,

252For Clifford and those Northern Lords be gone

253I feare towards Wakefield, to disturbe the Duke.

309255Edw. Brother and cosen Montague, giue mee leaue to

310256speake.

311257Rich. Nay, I can better plaie the Orator.

312258Mont. But I haue reasons strong and forceable.

314260York. Howe nowe sonnes what at a iarre amongst your

315261selues?

316262Rich. No father, but a sweete contention, about that

318263which concernes your selfe and vs, The crowne of Eng-

319264land father.

320265York. The crowne boy, why Henries yet aliue,

321266And I haue sworne that he shall raigne in quiet till

322267His death.

328268Edw. But I would breake an hundred othes to raigne

269one yeare.

332270Rich. And if it please your grace to giue me leaue,

333271Ile shew your grace the waie to saue your oath,

272And dispossesse king Henrie from the crowne.

334273Yorke I prethe Dicke let me heare thy deuise.

335274Rich. Then thus my Lord. An oath is of no moment