The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 5 of 9] · William Shakespeare
SCENE XXII.
Enter the Duke of _Yorkes_ sonnes, _Edward_ the Earle of _March_, and crook-backe _Richard_, at the one doore, with Drumme and soldiers, and at the other doore, enter _Clifford_ and his sonne, with Drumme and souldiers, and _Clifford_ kneeles to _Henry_, and speakes. _Cliff._ Long liue my noble Lord, and soueraigne King. _Yorke._ We thank thee Clifford. Nay, do not affright vs with thy lookes, If thou didst mistake, we pardon thee, kneele againe. _Cliff._ Why, I did no way mistake, this is my King. ·dav005· What is he mad? to Bedlam with him. _King._ I, a bedlam frantike humor driues him thus [dav007] To leauy Armes against his lawfull King. [dav008] _Clif._ Why doth not your grace send him to the Tower? [dav009] _Queene._ He is arested, but will not obey, ·dav010· His sonnes he saith, shall be his baile. [dav011] _Yorke._ How say you boyes, will you not? _Edward._ Yes noble father, if our words will serue. _Richard._ And if our words will not, our swords shall. _Yorke._ Call hither to the stake, my two rough beares. ·dav015· _King._ Call Buckingham, and bid him Arme himselfe. _Yorke._ Call Buckingham and all the friends thou hast, Both thou and they, shall curse this fatall houre. [dav018] Enter at one doore, the Earles of _Salsbury_ and _Warwicke_, with Drumme and souldiers. And at the other, the Duke of _Buckingham_, with Drumme and souldiers.
_Cliff._ Are these thy beares? weele bayte them soone, Dispight of thee, and all the friends thou hast. ·dav20· _War._ You had best go dreame againe, To keepe you from the tempest of the field. _Clif._ I am resolu’d to beare a greater storme, Then any thou canst coniure vp to day, And that ile write vpon thy Burgonet, ·dav025· Might I but know thee by thy houshold badge. _War._ Now by my fathers age, old Neuels crest, The Rampant Beare chaind to the ragged staffe, This day ile weare aloft my burgonet, As on a mountaine top the Cædar showes, ·dav030· That keepes his leaues in spight of any storme, Euen to affright the with the view thereof. [dav032] _Clif._ And from thy burgonet will I rend the beare, And tread him vnderfoote with all contempt, Dispight the Beare-ward that protects him so. ·dav035· _Yoong Clif._ And so renowmed soueraigne to Armes, [dav036] To quell these Traitors and their compleases. [dav037] _Richard._ Fie, Charitie for shame, speake it not in spight, For you shall sup with Iesus Christ to night. _Yoong Clif._ Foule Stigmaticke thou canst not tell. ·dav040· _Rich._ No, for if not in heauen, youle surely sup in hell. [dav041] _Exet omnes._
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