Me thinkes these peeres of France should smile at that,
[♦] But for the rest you tell a pettigree
[♦] Of threescore and two yeares a sillie time,
To make prescription for a kingdomes worth.
50 Oxf. Why Warwike, canst thou denie thy king,
Whom thou obeyedst thirtie and eight yeeres,
And bewray thy treasons with a blush?
War. Can Oxford that did euer fence the right,
Now buckler falshood with a pettigree?
55 For shame leaue Henry and call Edward king.