Head, Your fathers head which Clifford placed there.
[♦] Insteed of that, let his supplie the roome.
Measure for measure must be answered.
Edw. Bring forth that fatall scrichowle to our house,
115 That nothing sung to vs but bloud and death,
[♦] Now his euill boding tongue no more shall speake.
War. I thinke his vnderstanding is bereft.
Say Clifford, doost thou know who speakes to thee?
Darke cloudie death oreshades his beames of life,
120 And he nor sees nor heares vs what we saie.