115 Queen. Defie them then, or else hold close thy lips.
King. I prethe giue no limits to my tongue,
[♦] I am a king and priuiledge to speake.
Clif. My Lord the wound that bred this meeting here
[♦] Cannot be cru’d with words, therefore be still.
120 Rich. Then executioner vnsheath thy sword,
By him that made vs all I am resolu’de,
That Cliffords manhood hangs vpon his tongue.
Edw. What saist thou Henry, shall I haue my right or no?
A thousand men haue broke their fast to daie,