105 All. A Cade, a Cade. They runne to Cade againe.
[♦] Cliff. Braue warlike friends heare me but speak a word,
Refuse not good whilst it is offered you,
The King is mercifull, then yeeld to him,
And I my selfe will go along with you,
110 To Winsore Castle whereas the King abides,
And on mine honour you shall haue no hurt.
All. A Clifford, a Clifford, God saue the King.
Cade. How like a feather is this rascall company
[♦] Blowne euery way,