Exet. And I, I hope, shall reconcile them all.
Enter.
Flourish. Enter Richard, Edward, and Mountague.
Richard. Brother, though I bee youngest, giue mee leaue
Edward. No, I can better play the Orator
Mount. But I haue reasons strong and forceable.
Enter the Duke of Yorke.
Yorke. Why how now Sonnes, and Brother, at a strife?
What is your Quarrell? how began it first?
Edward. No Quarrell, but a slight Contention
Yorke. About what?
Rich. About that which concernes your Grace and vs,
The Crowne of England, Father, which is yours
Yorke. Mine Boy? not till King Henry be dead
Richard. Your Right depends not on his life, or death
Edward. Now you are Heire, therefore enioy it now:
By giuing the House of Lancaster leaue to breathe,
It will out-runne you, Father, in the end