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Cliff. Long liue my noble Lord, and soueraigne King.
Yorke. We thank thee Clifford.
Nay, do not affright vs with thy lookes,
If thou didst mistake, we pardon thee, kneele againe.
5 Cliff. Why, I did no way mistake, this is my King.
What is he mad? to Bedlam with him.
[♦] King. I, a bedlam frantike humor driues him thus
[♦] To leauy Armes against his lawfull King.
[♦] Clif. Why doth not your grace send him to the Tower?
10 Queene. He is arested, but will not obey,
[♦] His sonnes he saith, shall be his baile.
Yorke. How say you boyes, will you not?
Edward. Yes noble father, if our words will serue.
Richard. And if our words will not, our swords shall.
15 Yorke. Call hither to the stake, my two rough beares.
King. Call Buckingham, and bid him Arme himselfe.
Yorke. Call Buckingham and all the friends thou hast,
[♦] Both thou and they, shall curse this fatall houre.
Enter at one doore, the Earles of Salsbury and Warwicke, with Drumme and souldiers. And at the other, the Duke of Buckingham, with Drumme and souldiers.
Cliff. Are these thy beares? weele bayte them soone,
Dispight of thee, and all the friends thou hast. ·dav20·
War. You had best go dreame againe,
To keepe you from the tempest of the field.
Clif. I am resolu’d to beare a greater storme,
Then any thou canst coniure vp to day,
25 And that ile write vpon thy Burgonet,
Might I but know thee by thy houshold badge.
War. Now by my fathers age, old Neuels crest,
The Rampant Beare chaind to the ragged staffe,
This day ile weare aloft my burgonet,
30 As on a mountaine top the Cædar showes,
That keepes his leaues in spight of any storme,
[♦] Euen to affright the with the view thereof.
Clif. And from thy burgonet will I rend the beare,
And tread him vnderfoote with all contempt,
35 Dispight the Beare-ward that protects him so.
[♦] Yoong Clif. And so renowmed soueraigne to Armes,
[♦] To quell these Traitors and their compleases.
Richard. Fie, Charitie for shame, speake it not in spight,
For you shall sup with Iesus Christ to night.
40 Yoong Clif. Foule Stigmaticke thou canst not tell.
[♦] Rich. No, for if not in heauen, youle surely sup in hell. Exet omnes.