I came to serve a king and not a duke.
[50] Drummer, strike up, and let us march away. [The drum begins to march.
K. Edw. Nay, stay, Sir John, awhile, and we’ll debate
By what safe means the crown may be recover’d.
Mont. What talk you of debating? in few words,
If you’ll not here proclaim yourself our king,
55 I’ll leave you to your fortune and be gone
To keep them back that come to succour you:
[♦] Why shall we fight, if you pretend no title?
Glou. Why, brother, wherefore stand you on nice points?