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._