[♦] King. I, a bedlam frantike humor driues him thus
[♦] To leauy Armes against his lawfull King.
[♦] Clif. Why doth not your grace send him to the Tower?
10 Queene. He is arested, but will not obey,
[♦] His sonnes he saith, shall be his baile.
Yorke. How say you boyes, will you not?
Edward. Yes noble father, if our words will serue.
Richard. And if our words will not, our swords shall.
15 Yorke. Call hither to the stake, my two rough beares.
King. Call Buckingham, and bid him Arme himselfe.