War. And lo, where George of Clarence sweeps along,
Of force enough to bid his brother battle;
[♦] With whom an upright zeal to right prevails
[♦] More than the nature of a brother’s love!
80 Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick call.
[♦] Clar. Father of Warwick, know you what this means? [Taking his red rose out of his hat.
Look here, I throw my infamy at thee:
I will not ruinate my father’s house,
Who gave his blood to lime the stones together,
[85] And set up Lancaster. Why, trow’st thou, Warwick,