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We give thee for reward a thousand marks,
Iden. May Iden live to merit such a bounty,
[Exit Buck, S CE N E E III.
Enter Queen Margaret and Somerset. Q. Mar. For thousand Yorks he shall not hide his
York. How now? is Somerset at liberty?
Som, O monstrous traitor! I arrest thee York,
York. Sirrah, call in my sons to be my bail ;
e Mar. Call hither Clifford; bid him come amain, Today, if that the bastard boys of York Shall be the Surety for their traitor father.
York. O blood-belpotted, Neapoliten,
Shall be their father's bail, and bane to those
Enter Edward and Richard. See, where they come; I'll warrant, they'll make it good.
Enter Clifford. Q. Mar. And here comes Clifford, to deny their
bail. Clif. Health and all Happiness to my Lord the King!
(kneels. York. I thank thee, Clifford; say, what news with
thee? Nay, do not fright us with an angry look, We are thy Sovereign, Clifford, kneel again ; For thy mistaking 10, we pardon chee. 7 Would ft bave me kneel? First and Bane to thole,] Confiderlet me ak of theje,
ing how our Author loves to play If they can brook I bow a kuce on Wordsimlarin their sound, but
oppofile in their Siguification, I Sirroh, call in my Sons to be my make no Doubt but the Author
boil.] As these lines have wrote bail and bale. Bale, (from hitherto stood, I think the Sense whence our common Adjective, perplexed and obscure. I have balejul) signifies, Detriment, Ruin, ventur'd to transpose them. Missortune. &c.
THEOBALD. KARBU'RTON. • Bale fignifies ferrow. Either $ $ball be iheir l'arber's Bail, word
Clif. This is my King, York, I do not mistake, But thou mistak’ft me much, to think I do. -To Bedlam with him, is the man grown mad? K. Henry. Ay, Clifford, a Bedlam and ambitious
humour Makes him oppose himself against his King,
Cliff, He is a traitor, let him to the Tower, And crop away that factious pate of his.
Q. Mar. He is arreited, but will not obey,
York. Will you not, fons ?
shall. Clif. Why, what a brood of traitors have we here?
York. Look in a glass, and call thy image so,
Call hither to the stake my two brave bears,
Enter the Earl of Warwick and Salisbury.
R. Plan. Oft have I seen a hot o'er-weening cur
9 Call bither to the stake my
wick come.] York calls thee two bra ve bears,
Lords his bears becaule they -Bid Salisbury and War- had a bear for their arms.
And such a piece of service will you do,
Clif. Hence, heap of wrath, foul indige ted luinp, As crooked in thy manners, as thy shape.
York. Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly anon.
heat felves. K. Henry. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to
Sal. My Lord, I have consider'd with myself
K. Henry, Halt thou not sworn allegiance unto me?
But that he was bound by a solemn oath?
Q. Mar. A subtle traitor needs no sophister.
Old Clif. I am resolv'd to bear a greater storm
War. Now by my father's Badge, old Nevill's Crest,
Old Cliff. And from thy Burgoner I'll rend thy bear, And tread it under foot with all contempt, Despight the bear-ward, that protects the bear.
ř. Clif. And so to Arms, victorious noble father, To quell the rebels and their complices.
R. Plan. Fy, charity for shame, speak not in spight, For
you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night. Y. Clif. Foul ftigmatick, that's more than thou
canst tell. R. Plan. If not in heav'n, you'll surely sup in hell.'
· Burgonet is a helmet.