[♦] Rich. For Gods sake Lords giue synald to the fight.
War. What saiest thou Henry? wilt thou yeelde thy crowne?
[♦] Queen. What, long tongde War. dare you speake?
When you and I met at saint Albones last,
100 Your legs did better seruice than your hands.
[♦] War. I, then twas my turne to flee, but now tis thine.
[♦] Clif. You said so much before, and yet you fled.
[♦] War. Twas not your valour Clifford, that droue mee thence.
[♦] Northum. No, nor your manhood Warwike, that could make you staie.
[105] Rich. Northumberland, Northumberland, wee holde