So doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons;
So desperate thieves, all hopeless of their lives,
Breathe out invectives 'gainst the officers.
York. O Clifford! but bethink thee once again, 44
And in thy thought my former time;
And, if thou canst for blushing, view this face,
And bite thy tongue, that slanders him with cowardice
Whose frown hath made thee faint and fly ere this. 48
Clif. I will not bandy with thee word for word,
But , twice two for one.
Queen. Hold, valiant Clifford! for a thousand causes
I would prolong awhile the traitor's life. 52
Wrath makes him deaf: speak thou, Northumberland.
North. Hold, Clifford! do not honour him so much
To prick thy finger, though to wound his heart.
What valour were it, when a cur doth , 56
For one to thrust his hand between his teeth,
When he might spurn him with his foot away?
It is war's to take all vantages,
And ten to one is no of valour. 60
[They lay hands on York, who struggles.]
Clif. Ay, ay; so strives thewith the .
North. So doth thestruggle in the net.
York. So triumph thieves upon their conquer'd booty;
So true men yield, with robbers so o'er-matched. 64
North. What would your Grace have done unto him now?
Queen. Brave warriors, Clifford and Northumberland,
45 o'er-run: review
50 buckle . . . blows: strive with blows
56 grin: show his teeth
59 prize: privilege
60 impeach: derogation
61 woodcock: a proverbially silly bird
62 cony: rabbit
67 Cf. n.