50 And thine Clifford: and you both haue vow’d reuenge,
On him, his sonnes, his fauorites, and his friends.
Northu. And if I be not, heauens be reuengd on me.
Clif. The hope thereof, makes Clifford mourn in steel.
[♦] West. What? shall we suffer this, lets pull him downe.
55 My hart for anger breakes, I cannot speake.
King. Be patient gentle Earle of Westmerland.
Clif. Patience is for pultrouns such as he
He durst not sit there had your father liu’d?
My gratious Lord: here in the Parlement,