Clif. I, I, so striues the Woodcocke with the gin.
North. So doth the cunnie struggle with the net.
[100] York. So triumphs theeues vpon their conquered
[♦] Bootie: So true men yeeld by robbers ouermatcht.
North. What will your grace haue done with him?
Queen. Braue warriors, Clifford & Northumberland
Come make him stand vpon this molehill here,
105 That aimde at mountaines with outstretched arme,
And parted but the shaddow with his hand.
Was it you that reuelde in our Parlement,