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If I be not, Heavens be revenged on me. Yes Warwick, I remember it to my grief, And by his Soul, thou and thy House shall rue it. Plantagenet, for all the Claim thou layest, Think not, that Henry shall be so deposed. Thou art deceived: It's not thy Southern power Of Essex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kenned, Which makes thee thus presumptuous and proud, Can set the Duke up in despite of me. Nor I. Be thou a prey unto the House of York, And die in Bans, for this unmanly deed. Yield to our mercy, proud Plantagenet. Hold Clifford, do not honour him so much, To prick thy finger, though to wound his heart. What valour were it, when a Cur does grin, For one to thrust his Hand between his Teeth, When he might spurn him with his Foot away? It is Wars prize, to take all Vantages, And ten to one, is no impeach of Valour. So does the Connie struggle in the Net. What would your Grace have done unto him now? Beshrew me, but his passion moves me so, That hardly can I check my eyes from Tears. Had he been slaughterman to all my Kin, I should not for my Life but weep with him, To see how inly Sorrow gripes his Soul. Well hast thou spoken, Cousin be it so. Be it with resolution then to fight.