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And hearten those that fight in your defence:
Unsheathe your sword, good father; cry, ‘Saint George!’. [80]

March. Enter Edward [Earl of March], Warwick, Richard, [George],
Norfolk, Montague, and Soldiers.

EDWARD

Now, perjured Henry, wilt thou kneel for grace
And set thy diadem upon my head
Or bide the mortal fortune of the field?

MARGARET

Go rate thy minions! Proud insulting boy,
Becomes it thee to be thus bold in terms [85]
Before thy sovereign and thy lawful king?

EDWARD

I am his king and he should bow his knee:
I was adopted heir by his consent.
Since when his oath is broke, for, as I hear,
You that are king, though he do wear the crown, [90]
Have caused him by new act of parliament
To blot out me and put his own son in.

CLIFFORD

And reason too:
Who should succeed the father but the son?

RICHARD

Are you there, butcher? O I cannot speak! [95]

CLIFFORD

Ay, Crook-back, here I stand to answer thee
Or any he the proudest of thy sort.

RICHARD

’Twas you that killed young Rutland, was it not?

CLIFFORD

Ay, and old York, and yet not satisfied.