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The third Part of Henry the Sixt Page: 21
Qu. Go rate thy Minions, proud insulting Boy,
Becomes it thee to be thus bold in termes,
Before thy Soueraigne, and thy lawfull King?
Ed. I am his King, and he should bow his knee:
I was adopted Heire by his consent
Cla. Since when, his Oath is broke: for as I heare,
You that are King, though he do weare the Crowne,
Haue caus'd him by new Act of Parliament,
To blot out me, and put his owne Sonne in
Clif. And reason too,
Who should succeede the Father, but the Sonne
Rich. Are you there Butcher? O, I cannot speake
Clif. I Crooke-back, here I stand to answer thee,
Or any he, the proudest of thy sort
Rich. 'Twas you that kill'd yong Rutland, was it not?
Clif. I, and old Yorke, and yet not satisfied
Rich. For Gods sake Lords giue signall to the fight
War. What say'st thou Henry,
Wilt thou yeeld the Crowne?
Qu. Why how now long-tongu'd Warwicke, dare you speak?
When you and I, met at S[aint]. Albons last,
Your legges did better seruice then your hands
War. Then 'twas my turne to fly, and now 'tis thine:
Clif. You said so much before, and yet you fled
War. 'Twas not your valor Clifford droue me thence
Nor. No, nor your manhood that durst make you stay
Rich. Northumberland, I hold thee reuerently,
Breake off the parley, for scarse I can refraine
The execution of my big-swolne heart
Vpon that Clifford, that cruell Child-killer
Clif. I slew thy Father, cal'st thou him a Child?
Rich. I like a Dastard, and a treacherous Coward,
As thou didd'st kill our tender Brother Rutland,
But ere Sunset, Ile make thee curse the deed
King. Haue done with words (my Lords) and heare
me speake
Qu. Defie them then, or els hold close thy lips
King. I prythee giue no limits to my Tongue,
I am a King, and priuiledg'd to speake
Clif. My Liege, the wound that bred this meeting here,
Cannot be cur'd by Words, therefore be still
Rich. Then Executioner vnsheath thy sword:
By him that made vs all, I am resolu'd,
That Cliffords Manhood, lyes vpon his tongue
Ed. Say Henry, shall I haue my right, or no:
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