[10] Awaie with the villaine. Exit the Chaplein.
How now, what dead alreadie? or is it feare that
Makes him close his eies? Ile open them.
Rut. So lookes the pent vp Lion on the lambe,
[♦] And so he walkes insulting ouer his praie,
15 And so he turnes againe to rend his limmes in sunder,
Oh Clifford, kill me with thy sword, and
Not with such a cruell threatning looke,
[♦] I am too meane a subiect for thy wrath,
Be thou reuengde on men, and let me liue.