13631131Tis hard, when Clifford cannot foord his friend an oath.

13641132By this I know hees dead, and by my soule,

13651133Would this right hand buy but an howres life,

13661134That I in all contempt might raile at him.

13671135Ide cut it off and with the issuing bloud,

13681136Stifle the villaine whose instanched thirst,

13691137Yorke and young Rutland could not satisfie.

13701138War. I, but he is dead, off with the traitors head,

13711139And reare it in the place your fathers stands.

13721140And now to London with triumphant march,

13731141There to be crowned Englands lawfull king.

13741142From thence shall Warwike crosse the seas to France,

13751143And aske the ladie Bona for thy Queene,

13761144So shalt thou sinew both these landes togither,

13771145And hauing France thy friend thou needst not dread,

13781146The scattered foe that hopes to rise againe.

13791147And though they cannot greatly sting to hurt,

13801148Yet looke to haue them busie to offend thine eares.

13811149First Ile see the coronation done,

13821150And afterward Ile crosse the seas to France,

13831151To effect this marriage if it please my Lord.

13841152Edw. Euen as thou wilt good Warwike let it be.

13851153But first before we goe, George kneele downe.

13881154We here create thee Duke of Clarence, and girt thee with

1155the sword.

13891156Our younger brother Richard Duke of Glocester.

13901157Warwike as my selfe shal do & vndo as him pleaseth best.

13911158Rich. Let me be Duke of Clarence, George of Gloster,

13921159For Glosters Dukedome is too ominous.

13931160War. Tush thats a childish obseruation.

13941161Richard be Duke of Gloster. Now to London.