70 What! was it you that would be England’s king?
Was’t you that revell’d in our parliament,
[♦] And made a preachment of your high descent?
[♦] Where are your mess of sons to back you now?
The wanton Edward, and the lusty George?
75 And where’s that valiant crook-back prodigy,
Dicky your boy, that with his grumbling voice
Was wont to cheer his dad in mutinies?
Or, with the rest, where is your darling Rutland?
Look, York: I stain’d this napkin with the blood