Prince. My gracious father, by your kingly leave,
I’ll draw it as apparent to the crown,
65 And in that quarrel use it to the death.
Clif. Why, that is spoken like a toward prince.
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. Royal commanders, be in readiness:
For with a band of thirty thousand men
Comes Warwick, backing of the Duke of York;
70 And in the towns, as they do march along,
Proclaims him king, and many fly to him: