Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Yorke. Shall be their Fathers baile, and bane to those
Yorke. That for my Surety will refuse the Boyes.
Yorke. Enter Edward and Richard.
Yorke. See where they come, Ile warrant they'l make it good.
Yorke. Enter Clifford.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. And here comes Clifford to deny their baile.
Clif. Clif.
Clif. Health, and all happinesse to my Lord the King.
Yor. Yor.
Yor. I thanke thee Clifford: Say, what newes with thee?
Yor. Nay, do not fright vs with an angry looke:
Yor. We are thy Soueraigne Clifford, kneele againe;
Yor. For thy mistaking so, We pardon thee.
Clif. This is my King Yorke, I do not mistake,
Clif. But thou mistakes me much to thinke I do,
Clif. To Bedlem with him, is the man growne mad.
King. King.
King. I Clifford, a Bedlem and ambitious humor