I know, ere they will have me go to ward,
They’ll pawn their swords for my enfranchisement.
QUEEN MARGARET.
Call hither Clifford; bid him come amain,
To say if that the bastard boys of York
Shall be the surety for their traitor father.
[Exit Buckingham.]
YORK.
O blood-bespotted Neapolitan,
Outcast of Naples, England’s bloody scourge!
The sons of York, thy betters in their birth,
Shall be their father’s bail; and bane to those
That for my surety will refuse the boys!
Enter Edward and Richard.
See where they come; I’ll warrant they’ll make it good.
Enter old Clifford and his Son.
QUEEN MARGARET.
And here comes Clifford to deny their bail.
CLIFFORD.
Health and all happiness to my lord the King.
[Rises.]