Clifford vows to fight in thy defence: May that ground gape and swallow me alive, Where I shall kneel to him that slew my father! O Clifford, how thy words revive my heart! Henry of Lancaster, resign thy crown. What mutter you, or what conspire you, lords? Do right unto this princely Duke of York, Or I will fill the house with armed men, And over the chair of state, where now he sits, Write up his title with usurping blood. My Lord of Warwick, hear me but one word: Let me for this my life-time reign as king. Confirm the crown to me and to mine heirs, And thou shalt reign in quiet while thou livest. I am content: Richard Plantagenet, Enjoy the kingdom after my decease. What wrong is this unto the prince your son! What good is this to England and himself! Base, fearful and despairing Henry! How hast thou injured both thyself and us! I cannot stay to hear these articles. Nor I. Come, cousin, let us tell the queen these news. Farewell, faint-hearted and degenerate king, In whose cold blood no spark of honour bides. Be thou a prey unto the house of York, And die in bands for this unmanly deed! In dreadful war mayst thou be overcome, Or live in peace abandon'd and despised! Turn this way, Henry, and regard them not. They seek revenge and therefore will not yield. Ah, Exeter! Why should you sigh, my lord? Not for myself, Lord Warwick, but my son, Whom I unnaturally shall disinherit. But be it as it may: I here entail The crown to thee and to thine heirs for ever; Conditionally, that here thou take an oath To cease this civil war, and, whilst I live, To honour me as thy king and sovereign, And neither by treason nor hostility To seek to put me down and reign thyself. This oath I willingly take and will perform. Long live King Henry! Plantagenet embrace him. And long live thou and these thy forward sons! Now York and Lancaster are reconciled. Accursed be he that seeks to make them foes! Farewell, my gracious lord; I'll to my castle. And I'll keep London with my soldiers. And I to Norfolk with my followers. And I unto the sea from whence I came. And I, with grief and sorrow, to the court. Here comes the queen, whose looks bewray her anger: I'll steal away. Exeter, so will I. Nay, go not from me; I will follow thee. Be patient, gentle queen, and I will stay.