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What, shall we suffer this? Let’s pluck him down;
My heart for anger burns: I cannot brook it. [60]

KING HENRY

Be patient, gentle Earl of Westmorland.

CLIFFORD

Patience is for poltroons such as he.
He durst not sit there, had your father lived.
My gracious lord, here in the parliament
Let us assail the family of York. [65]

NORT HUMBERLAND

Well hast thou spoken, cousin: be it so.

KING HENRY

Ah, know you not the city favours them
And they have troops of soldiers at their beck?

EXET ER

But when the duke is slain, they’ll quickly fly.

KING HENRY

Far be the thought of this from Henry’s heart, [70]
To make a shambles of the parliament house!
Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words, and threats
Shall be the war that Henry means to use. -
Thou factious Duke of York, descend my throne
And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet: [75]
I am thy sovereign.

Y ORK

I am thine.

EXET ER

For shame come down: he made thee Duke of York.

Y ORK

It was my inheritance, as the earldom was.