Page 791 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

Than drops of blood were in my father’s veins.

CLIFFORD

Urge it no more, lest that, instead of words,
I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger
As shall revenge his death before I stir. [100]

WARWICK

Poor Clifford; how I scorn his worthless threats!

Y ORK

Will you we show our title to the crown?
If not, our swords shall plead it in the field.

KING HENRY

What title hast thou, traitor, to the crown?
Thy father was as thou art, Duke of York; [105]
Thy grandsire, Roger Mortimer, Earl of March:
I am the son of Henry the Fifth,
Who made the dauphin and the French to stoop
And seized upon their towns and provinces.

WARWICK

Talk not of France sith thou hast lost it all. [110]

KING HENRY

The Lord Protector lost it and not I:
When I was crowned, I was but nine months old.

RICHARD

You are old enough now and yet, methinks, you lose. -
Father, tear the crown from the usurper’s head.

EDWARD

Sweet father, do so: set it on your head. [115]

MONT AGUE

Good brother, as thou lov’st and honourest arms,
Let’s fight it out and not stand cavilling thus.