Rich. Oh would he did, and so perhaps he doth,
[♦] And tis his policie that in the time of death,
He might auoid such bitter stormes as he
In his houre of death did give vnto our father.
125 George. Richard if thou thinkest so, vex him with eager words.
Rich. Clifford, aske mercie and obtaine no grace.
Edw. Clifford, repent in bootlesse penitence.
War. Clifford deuise excuses for thy fault.
George. Whilst we deuise fell tortures for thy fault.
130 Rich. Thou pittiedst Yorke, and I am sonne to Yorke.