Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Henry. To aspire vnto the Crowne, and reigne as King.
Henry. Earle of Northumberland, he slew thy Father,
Henry. And thine, Lord Clifford, & you both haue vow'd reuenge
Henry. On him, his sonnes, his fauorites, and his friends.
Northumb. Northumb.
Northumb. If I be not, Heauens be reueng'd on me.
Clifford. Clifford.
Clifford. The hope thereof, makes Clifford mourne in
Clifford. Steele.
Westm. Westm.
Westm. What, shall we suffer this? lets pluck him down,
Westm. My heart for anger burnes, I cannot brooke it.
Henry. Henry.
Henry. Be patient, gentle Earle of Westmerland.
Clifford. Patience is for Poultroones, such as he:
Clifford. He durst not sit there, had your Father liu'd.
Clifford. My gracious Lord, here in the Parliament
Clifford. Let vs assayle the Family of Yorke.
North. North.