[♦] North. Well hast thou spoken, cousin: be it so.
K. Hen. Ah, know you not the city favours them,
And they have troops of soldiers at their beck?
[♦] Exe. But when the duke is slain, they’ll quickly fly.
[70] K. Hen. Far be the thought of this from Henry’s heart,
To make a shambles of the parliament-house!
Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words and threats
[♦] Shall be the war that Henry means to use.
Thou factious Duke of York, descend my throne,
75 And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet;