Have caused him, by new act of parliament,
To blot out me, and put his own son in.
Clif. And reason too:
Who should succeed the father but the son?
[95] Rich. Are you there, butcher? O, I cannot speak!
Clif. Ay, crook-back, here I stand to answer thee,
Or any he the proudest of thy sort.
Rich. ’Twas you that kill’d young Rutland, was it not?
Clif. Ay, and old York, and yet not satisfied.
100 Rich. For God’s sake, lords, give signal to the fight.