[♦] For this is thine and not King Henry’s heirs’.
York. Assist me, then, sweet Warwick, and I will;
[♦] For hither we have broken in by force.
30 Norf. We’ll all assist you; he that flies shall die.
York. Thanks, gentle Norfolk: stay by me, my lords;
[♦] And, soldiers, stay and lodge by me this night. [They go up.
War. And when the king comes, offer him no violence,
[♦] Unless he seek to thrust you out perforce.
35 York. The queen this day here holds her parliament,
[♦] But little thinks we shall be of her council: