Father teare the Crowne from the Vsurpers head.
110 Edw. Do so sweet father, set it on your head.
Mont. Good brother as thou lou’st & honorst armes,
[♦] Lets fight it out and not stand cauilling thus.
Rich. Sound drums and trumpets & the king will fly.
York. Peace sonnes:
[115] Northum. Peace thou and giue king Henry leauē to speake.
[♦] King. Ah Plantagenet, why seekest thou to depose (me?
[♦] Are we not both both Plantagenets by birth,
[♦] And from two brothers lineallie discent?