Clif. So cowards fight when they can flie no longer:
So Doues doe pecke the Rauens piersing tallents:
80 So desperate theeues all hopelesse of their liues,
[♦] Breath out inuectives gainst the officers.
York. Oh Clifford, yet bethinke thee once againe,
And in thy minde orerun my former time:
And bite thy toung that slaunderst him with cowardise,
85 Whose verie looke hath made thee quake ere this.
Clif. I will not bandie with thee word for word,
But buckle with thee blowes twise two for one.