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And I, I hope, shall reconcile them all. [275]
[Flourish.] Exeunt.
Scene II IT
Enter Richard, Edward [Earl of March], and [the Marquess of] Montague.
RICHARD
Brother, though I be youngest, give me leave.
EDWARD
No, I can better play the orator.
MONT AGUE
But I have reason strong and forcible.
Enter the Duke of York.
Y ORK
Why how now, sons and brother, at a strife?
What is your quarrel? How began it first? [5]
EDWARD
No quarrel, but a slight contention.
Y ORK
About what?
RICHARD
About that which concerns your grace and us:
The crown of England, father, which is yours.
Y ORK
Mine, boy? Not till King Henry be dead. [10]
RICHARD
Your right depends not on his life or death.
EDWARD
