Henry VI, Part III by William Shakespeare

Act 1 - Scene 4

Another part of the field.

Earl of Northumberland : Yield to our mercy, proud Plantagenet.

Earl of Northumberland : Hold, Clifford! do not honour him so much [p]To prick thy finger,
though to wound his heart: [p]What valour were it, when a cur doth
grin, [p]For one to thrust his hand between his teeth, [p]When he
might spurn him with his foot away? [p]It is war's prize to take all
vantages; [p]And ten to one is no impeach of valour.

Earl of Northumberland : So doth the cony struggle in the net.

Earl of Northumberland : What would your grace have done unto him now?

Earl of Northumberland : Beshrew me, but his passion moves me so [p]That hardly can I cheque my
eyes from tears.

Earl of Northumberland : Had he been slaughter-man to all my kin, [p]I should not for my life
but weep with him. [p]To see how inly sorrow gripes his soul.

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