Tutor. Oh flie my Lord, lets leaue the Castell,
And flie to Wakefield straight.
Enter Clifford.
Rut. O Tutor, looke where bloudie Clifford comes.
[♦] Clif. Chaplin awaie, thy Priesthood saues thy life,
5 As for the brat of that accursed Duke
Whose father slew my father, he shall die.
Tutor Oh Clifford spare this tender Lord, least
[♦] Heauen reuenge it on thy head: Oh saue his life.
Clif. Soldiers awaie and drag him hence perforce: