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The third Part of Henry the Sixt Page: 63
For Somerset, off with his guiltie Head.
Goe beare them hence, I will not heare them speake
Oxf. For my part, Ile not trouble thee with words
Som. Nor I, but stoupe with patience to my fortune.
Exeunt.
Qu. So part we sadly in this troublous World,
To meet with Ioy in sweet Ierusalem
Edw. Is Proclamation made, That who finds Edward,
Shall haue a high Reward, and he his Life?
Rich. It is, and loe where youthfull Edward comes.
Enter the Prince.
Edw. Bring forth the Gallant, let vs heare him speake.
What? can so young a Thorne begin to prick?
Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make,
For bearing Armes, for stirring vp my Subiects,
And all the trouble thou hast turn'd me to?
Prince. Speake like a Subiect, prowd ambitious Yorke.
Suppose that I am now my Fathers Mouth,
Resigne thy Chayre, and where I stand, kneele thou,
Whil'st I propose the selfe-same words to thee,
Which (Traytor) thou would'st haue me answer to
Qu. Ah, that thy Father had beene so resolu'd
Rich. That you might still haue worne the Petticoat,
And ne're haue stolne the Breech from Lancaster
Prince. Let Aesop fable in a Winters Night,
His Currish Riddles sorts not with this place
Rich. By Heauen, Brat, Ile plague ye for that word
Qu. I, thou wast borne to be a plague to men
Rich. For Gods sake, take away this Captiue Scold
Prince. Nay, take away this scolding Crooke-backe,
rather
Edw. Peace wilfull Boy, or I will charme your tongue
Clar. Vntutor'd Lad, thou art too malapert
Prince. I know my dutie, you are all vndutifull:
Lasciuious Edward, and thou periur'd George,
And thou mis-shapen Dicke, I tell ye all,
I am your better, Traytors as ye are,
And thou vsurp'st my Fathers right and mine
Edw. Take that, the likenesse of this Rayler here.
Stabs him.
Rich. Sprawl'st thou? take that, to end thy agonie.
Rich[ard]. stabs him.
Clar. And ther's for twitting me with periurie.
Clar[ence]. stabs him.
Qu. Oh, kill me too
Rich. Marry, and shall.
Offers to kill her.
Edw. Hold, Richard, hold, for we haue done too much
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