Clif. Why, what a brood of traitors have we here!
York. Look in a glass, and call thy image so:
[♦] I am thy king, and thou a false-heart traitor.
Call hither to the stake my two brave bears,
145 That with the very shaking of their chains
[♦] They may astonish these fell-lurking curs:
[♦] Bid Salisbury and Warwick come to me.
Enter the EARLS OF WARWICK and SALISBURY.
[♦] Clif. Are these thy bears? we’ll bait thy bears to death,
[♦] And manacle the bear-ward in their chains,