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Clif. [Kneeling.] Health and all happiness to my lord the king!

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 so we pardon thee.

Clif. This is my king, York, I do not mistake;

But thou mistak'st me much to think I do.

To Bedlam with him! is the man grown mad?

King. Ay, Clifford; a bedlam and ambitious humour

Makes him oppose himself against his king.

Clif. He is a traitor; let him to the Tower,

And chop away that factious pate of his.

Queen. He is arrested, but will not obey:

His sons, he says, shall give their words for him.

York. Will you not, sons?

Edw. Ay, noble father, if our words will serve.

Rich. And if words will not, then our weapons shall.

Clif. Why, what a brood of traitors have we here!

York. Look in a glass, and call thy image so:

I am thy king, and thou a false-heart traitor.

Call hither to the stake my two brave bears,

That with the very shaking of their chains

They may astonish these fell-lurking curs:

Bid Salisbury and Warwick come to me.

Clif. Are these thy bears? we'll bait thy bears to death,

And manacle the bearard in their chains,

 140 Cf. n.

144 two brave bears; cf. n.

146 fell-lurking: watching to do mischief

149 bearard: bear-ward, keeper of bears 