Edward. I heare their Drummes:
Let's set our men in order,
And issue forth, and bid them Battaile straight
Yorke. Fiue men to twentie: though the oddes be great,
I doubt not, Vnckle, of our Victorie.
Many a Battaile haue I wonne in France,
When as the Enemie hath beene tenne to one:
Why should I not now haue the like successe?
Alarum. Exit.
Enter Rutland, and his Tutor.
Rutland. Ah, whither shall I flye, to scape their hands?
Ah Tutor, looke where bloody Clifford comes.
Enter Clifford.
Clifford. Chaplaine away, thy Priesthood saues thy life.
As for the Brat of this accursed Duke,
Whose Father slew my Father, he shall dye
Tutor. And I, my Lord, will beare him company
Clifford. Souldiers, away with him
Tutor. Ah Clifford, murther not this innocent Child,
Least thou be hated both of God and Man.
Enter.
Clifford. How now? is he dead alreadie?
Or is it feare, that makes him close his eyes?
Ile open them