Enter KING, HUBERT, CHESTER, MOWBRAY.
RICH. Leicester, we'll stand like three battalions:
What says our noble general thereto?
FITZ. Why, I say, do:
[And] while I can, I'll keep my place with you.
KING. How now, my bugbear, will you now submit?
LEI. To death, but not to thee.
KING. Richmond, nor you?
RICH. Earl Richmond will not yield.
KING. Methinks, Fitzwater, you should have more wit.
FITZ. If it be wit to live, I have no will;
And so in this my will o'errules my wit.
KING. Alarum then! with weapons will we scourge
Your desperate will, and teach ye to have wit.