[Flourish. Exeunt.]
SCENE II. Sandal Castle
Enter Edward, Richard and Montague.
RICHARD.
Brother, though I be youngest, give me leave.
EDWARD.
No, I can better play the orator.
MONTAGUE.
But I have reasons strong and forcible.
Enter the Duke of York.
YORK.
Why, how now, sons and brother, at a strife?
What is your quarrel? How began it first?
EDWARD.
No quarrel, but a slight contention.
YORK.
About what?