Be this the day of doome to one of vs,
For now my heart hath sworne immortall hate
35 To thee, and all the house of Lancaster.
Cliffood. And here I stand, and pitch my foot to thine,
Vowing neuer to stir, till thou or I be slaine.
For neuer shall my heart be safe at rest,
Till I haue spoyld the hatefull house of Yorke. Alarmes, and they fight, and Yorke kils Clifford.
[40] Yorke. Now Lancaster sit sure, thy sinowes shrinke,
Come fearefull Henry grouelling on thy face,
Yeeld vp thy Crowne vnto the Prince of Yorke. Exet Yorke.