Queene. Hold valiant Clifford for a thousand causes,
I would prolong the traitors life a while.
[90] Wrath makes him death, speake thou Northumberland.
Nor. Hold Clifford, doe not honour him so much,
To pricke thy finger though to wound his hart:
[♦] What valure were it when a curre doth grin,
For one to thrust his hand betweene his teeth,
95 When he might spurne him with his foote awaie?
Tis warres prise to take all aduantages,
And ten to one, is no impeach in warres. Fight and take him.