[♦] And send thee there in dispight of him.
Hoe, where are you boyes?
Queene. Call Clifford hither presently.
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Cliff. Long liue my noble Lord, and soueraigne King.
Yorke. We thank thee Clifford.
Nay, do not affright vs with thy lookes,
If thou didst mistake, we pardon thee, kneele againe.
5 Cliff. Why, I did no way mistake, this is my King.
What is he mad? to Bedlam with him.