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I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy.

SUFFOLK

Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet.

PLANT AGENET

Proud Pole, I will, and scorn both him and thee.

SUFFOLK

I’ll turn my part thereof into thy throat.

SOMERSET

Away, away, good William de la Pole! [80]
We grace the yeoman by conversing with him.

WARWICK

Now, by God’s will, thou wrong’st him, Somerset.
His grandfather was Lionel, Duke of Clarence,
Third son to the third Edward, King of England:
Spring crestless yeomen from so deep a root? [85]

PLANT AGENET

He bears him on the place’s privilege,
Or durst not for his craven heart say thus.

SOMERSET

By him that made me, I’ll maintain my words
On any plot of ground in Christendom.
Was not thy father, Richard, Earl of Cambridge, [90]
For treason executed in our late king’s days?
And, by his treason, stand’st not thou attainted,
Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry?
His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood,
And till thou be restored thou art a yeoman. [95]

PLANT AGENET

My father was attached, not attainted,
Condemned to die for treason, but no traitor;
And that I’ll prove on better men than Somerset,
Were growing time once ripened to my will.