Thou factious Duke of York, descend my throne,
And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet;
I am thy sovereign.
YORK.
I am thine.
EXETER.
For shame, come down. He made thee Duke of York.
YORK.
’Twas my inheritance, as the earldom was.
EXETER.
Thy father was a traitor to the crown.
WARWICK.
Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown
In following this usurping Henry.
CLIFFORD.
Whom should he follow but his natural king?
WARWICK.
True, Clifford, that’s Richard, Duke of York.
KING HENRY.
And shall I stand, and thou sit in my throne?
YORK.
It must and shall be so. Content thyself.