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The army of the queen mean to besiege us.
SIR JOHN
She shall not need; we’ll meet her in the field. [65]
Y ORK
What, with five thousand men?
RICHARD
Ay, with five hundred, father, for a need;
A woman’s general: what should we fear?
A march afar off.
EDWARD
I hear their drums; let’s set our men in order
And issue forth and bid them battle straight. [70]
Y ORK
Five men to twenty! Though the odds be great,
I doubt not, uncle, of our victory.
Many a battle have I won in France
When as the enemy hath been ten to one:
Why should I not now have the like success? [75]
Alarum. Exeunt.
Scene III IT
[Alarums and then] enter [the Earl of] Rutland and his tutor.
RUT LAND
Ah, whither shall I fly to scape their hands?
Enter Clifford [and Soldiers].
Ah, tutor, look where bloody Clifford comes.
CLIFFORD
Chaplain, away! Thy priesthood saves thy life.
As for the brat of this accursèd duke,
Whose father slew my father, he shall die. [5]
