Methinks already in this civil broil
I see them lording it in London streets,
[♦] Crying ‘Villiago!’ unto all they meet.
45 Better ten thousand base-born Cades miscarry
Than you should stoop unto a Frenchman’s mercy.
To France, to France, and get what you have lost;
Spare England, for it is your native coast:
[♦] Henry hath money, you are strong and manly;
50 God on our side, doubt not of victory.
All. A Clifford! a Clifford! we’ll follow the king and Clifford.