Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Warw. Poore Clifford, how I scorne his worthlesse
Warw. Threats.
Plant. Plant.
Plant. Will you we shew our Title to the Crowne?
Plant. If not, our Swords shall pleade it in the field.
Henry. Henry.
Henry. What Title hast thou Traytor to the Crowne?
Henry. My Father was as thou art, Duke of Yorke,
Henry. Thy Grandfather Roger Mortimer, Earle of March.
Henry. I am the Sonne of Henry the Fift,
Henry. Who made the Dolphin and the French to stoupe,
Henry. And seiz'd vpon their Townes and Prouinces.
Warw. Warw.
Warw. Talke not of France, sith thou hast lost it all.
Henry. The Lord Protector lost it, and not I:
Henry. When I was crown'd, I was but nine moneths old.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. You are old enough now,
Rich. And yet me thinkes you loose: