Thee reuerentlie. Breake off the parlie, for scarse
I can refraine the execution of my big swolne
Hart, against that Clifford there, that
Cruell child-killer.
110 Clif. Why I kild thy father, calst thou him a child?
Rich. I like a villaine, and a trecherous coward,
As thou didst kill our tender brother Rutland.
[♦] But ere sunne set Ile make thee curse the deed.
[♦] King. Haue doone with wordes great Lordes, and
Heare me speake.