Montague, Montague, for Lancaster!

Comfort, my lord; and so I take my leave.

And whosoe'er gainsays King Edward's right,
By this I challenge him to single fight.

Ay, now my sovereign speaketh like himself;
And now will I be Edward's champion.

What talk you of debating? in few words,
If you'll not here proclaim yourself our king,
I'll leave you to your fortune and be gone
To keep them back that come to succor you:
Why shall we fight, if you pretend no title?

Then fare you well, for I will hence again:
I came to serve a king and not a duke.
Drummer, strike up, and let us march away.

To help King Edward in his time of storm,
As every loyal subject ought to do.

So God help Montague as he proves true!

But the safer when 'tis back'd with France.

Yet, to have join'd with France in such alliance
Would more have strengthen'd this our commonwealth
'Gainst foreign storms than any home-bred marriage.

Brother, I go; I'll win them, fear it not:
And thus most humbly I do take my leave.
Exit
Enter JOHN MORTIMER and HUGH MORTIMER
Sir John and Sir Hugh Mortimer, mine uncles,
You are come to Sandal in a happy hour;
The army of the queen mean to ...

But I have reasons strong and forcible.

And I unto the sea from whence I came.

Good brother, as thou lovest and honourest arms,
Let's fight it out and not stand cavilling thus.

And, brother, here's the Earl of Wiltshire's blood,
Whom I encounter'd as the battles join'd.