Clif. In dreadfull warre maist thou be ouercome,
Or liue in peace abandon’d and despisde. Exit.
[180] Exet. They seeke reuenge, and therefore will not yeeld my Lord.
King. Ah Exeter?
War. Why should you sigh my Lord?
King. Not for my selfe Lord Warwike, but my sonne,
Whom I vnnaturallie shall disinherit.
185 But be it as it maie: I heere intaile the Crowne
To thee and to thine heires, conditionallie,
[♦] That here thou take thine oath, to cease these ciuill