Edw. Bring forth the Gallant, let vs heare him speake.
What? can so young a Thorne begin to prick?
Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make,
For bearing Armes, for stirring vp my Subiects,
And all the trouble thou hast turn'd me to?
Prince. Speake like a Subiect, prowd ambitious Yorke.
Suppose that I am now my Fathers Mouth,
Resigne thy Chayre, and where I stand, kneele thou,
Whil'st I propose the selfe-same words to thee,
Which (Traytor) thou would'st haue me answer to
Qu. Ah, that thy Father had beene so resolu'd
Rich. That you might still haue worne the Petticoat,
And ne're haue stolne the Breech from Lancaster
Prince. Let Aesop fable in a Winters Night,
His Currish Riddles sorts not with this place
Rich. By Heauen, Brat, Ile plague ye for that word
Qu. I, thou wast borne to be a plague to men
Rich. For Gods sake, take away this Captiue Scold
Prince. Nay, take away this scolding Crooke-backe, rather
Edw. Peace wilfull Boy, or I will charme your tongue
Clar. Vntutor'd Lad, thou art too malapert