Clif.
Are these thy bears? we'll bait thy bears to death,
And manacle the bearward in their chains,
If thou dar'st bring them to the baiting place.

R. Plan.
Oft have I seen a hot o'er-weening cur
Run back and bite, because he was with-held,
Who being suffer'd with the bear's fell paw,
Hath clapt his tail betwixt his legs and cry'd:
And such a piece of service will you do,
If you oppose your selves to match lord Warwick.

Clif.
Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested lump,
As crooked in thy manners, as thy shape.

York.
Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly anon.

Clif.
Take heed least by your heat you burn your selves.

K. Henry.
Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to bow?
Old Salisbury, shame to thy silver hair,
Thou mad mis-leader of thy brain-sick son,
What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the ruffian,
And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles?
Oh where is faith? oh where is loyalty?
If it be banish'd from the frosty head,

Where shall it find a harbour in the earth?
Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war,
And shame thine honourable age with blood?
Why art thou old, and want'st experience?
Or wherefore dost abuse it, if thou hast it?
For shame, in duty bend thy knee to me,
That bows unto the grave with milky age.

Sal.
My lord, I have consider'd with my self
The title of this most renowned Duke,
And in my conscience do repute his grace
The rightful heir to England's royal seat.

K. Henry.
Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto me?

Sal.
I have.

K. Henry.
Canst thou dispense with heav'n for such an oath?

Sal.
It is great sin to swear unto a sin;
But greater sin to keep a sinful oath:
Who can be bound by any solemn vow
To do a murd'rous deed, to rob a man,
To force a spotless virgin's chastity,
To reave the orphan of his patrimony,
To wring the widow from her custom'd right,
And have no other reason for his wrong,
But that he was bound by a solemn oath?

Q. Mar.
A subtle traitor needs no sophister.

K. Henry.
Call Buckingham, and bid him arm himself.

York.
Call Buckingham and all the friends thou hast,
I am resolv'd for death or dignity.

Old Clif.
The first, I warrant thee; if dreams prove true.

War.
You were best go to bed and dream again,
To keep thee from the tempest of the field.

Old Clif.
I am resolv'd to bear a greater storm
Than any thou canst conjure up to-day:
And that I'll write upon the burgonet,

Might I but know thee by thy house's badge.

War.
Now by my father's badge, old Nevil's crest,
The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff,
This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet,
(As on a mountain top the cedar shews,
That keeps his leaves in spight of any storm,)
Ev'n to affright thee with the view thereof.

Old Clif.
And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear,
And tread it under foot with all contempt,
Despight the bear-ward that protects the bear.

Y. Clif.
And so to arms, victorious noble father,
To quel the rebels and their complices.

R. Plan.
Fie, charity for shame, speak not in spight,
For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night.

Y. Clif.
Foul stigmatick, that's more than thou canst tell.

R. Plan.
If not in heav'n, you'll surely sup in hell. [Exeunt.

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