Page 603 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1
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EDWARD
Ay, noble father, if our words will serve.
RICHARD
And if words will not, then our weapons shall. [140]
CLIFFORD
Why what a brood of traitors have we here?
Y ORK
Look in a glass, and call thy image so:
I am thy king and thou a false-heart traitor.
Call hither to the stake my two brave bears,
That with the very shaking of their chains [145]
They may astonish these fell-lurking curs:
Bid Salisbury and Warwick come to me.
Enter the Earls of Warwick and Salisbury [with drum and Soldiers].
CLIFFORD
Are these thy bears? We’ll bait thy bears to death
And manacle the bearherd in their chains,
If thou dar’st bring them to the baiting-place. [150]
RICHARD
Oft have I seen a hot o’erweening cur
Run back and bite because he was withheld;
Who, being suffered with the bear’s fell paw,
Hath clapped his tail between his legs and cried:
And such a piece of service will you do, [155]
If you oppose yourselves to match Lord Warwick.
YOUNG CLIFFORD
Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested lump,
As crooked in thy manners as thy shape.
Y ORK
Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly anon.
CLIFFORD
