Henry. Oh Clifford, how thy words reuiue my heart
Plant. Henry of Lancaster, resigne thy Crowne:
What mutter you, or what conspire you Lords?
Warw. Doe right vnto this Princely Duke of Yorke,
Or I will fill the House with armed men,
And ouer the Chayre of State, where now he sits,
Write vp his Title with vsurping blood.
He stampes with his foot, and the Souldiers shew themselues.
Henry. My Lord of Warwick, heare but one word,
Let me for this my life time reigne as King
Plant. Confirme the Crowne to me and to mine Heires,
And thou shalt reigne in quiet while thou liu'st
Henry. I am content: Richard Plantagenet
Enioy the Kingdome after my decease
Clifford. What wrong is this vnto the Prince, your
Sonne?
Warw. What good is this to England, and himselfe?
Westm. Base, fearefull, and despayring Henry
Clifford. How hast thou iniur'd both thy selfe and vs?
Westm. I cannot stay to heare these Articles
Northumb. Nor I
Clifford. Come Cousin, let vs tell the Queene these
Newes