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Y. Clif. Foul stigmatic, that's more than thou canst
tell. Rich. If not in heaven, you 'll surely sup in hell.
York. The deadly-handed Clifford slew my steed;
Enter CLIFFORD. War. Of one or both of us the time is come. York. Hold, Warwick ! seek thee out some other
chace, For I myself must hunt this deer to death.
War. Then, nobly, York; 't is for a crown thou As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day, [fight'st It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail’d.
[Exit WARWICK. Clif. What seest thou in me, York? why dost thou
York. With thy brave bearing should I be in love, But that thou art so fast mine enemy.
Clif. Nor should thy prowess want praise and esteem, But that 't is shown ignobly, and in treason.
York. So let it help me now against thy sword,
Clif. My soul and body on the action both !-
[They fight, and CLIFFORD falls and dies. York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art
still. Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will! (Exit. Enter young CLIFFORD. Y. Clif. Shame and confusion ! all is on the rout: Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds Where it should guard. O war! thou son of hell, Whom angry heavens do make their minister, Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part Hot coals of vengeance !-Let no soldier fly: He that is truly dedicate to war, Hath no self-love ; nor he, that loves himself, Hath not essentially, but by circumstance, The name of valour.-0! let the vile world end,
[Seeing his Father's body. And the premised flames of the last day Knit earth and heaven together! Now let the general trumpet blow his blast, Particularities and petty sounds To cease !_Wast thou ordain'd, dear father, To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve The silver livery of advised age, And, in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, thus To die in ruffian battle ?-Even at this sight, My heart is turn'd to stone : and while 't is mine, It shall be stony. York not our old men spares : No more will I their babes : tears virginal Shall be to me even as the dew to fire ; And beauty, that the tyrant oft reclaims, Shall to my flaming wrath be oil and flax. Henceforth I will not have to do with pity: Meet I an infant of the house of York, Into as many gobbets will I cut it, As wild Medea young Absyrtus did : In cruelty will I seek out my fame. Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's house ;
[Taking up the Body.
SOMERSET is slain.
Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful still: Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill. [Exit. Alarums: Excursions. Enter King HENRY, Queen
MARGARET, and others, flying. Q. Mar. Away, my lord ! you are slow : for shame,
away! K. Hen. Can we outrun the heavens ? good Marga
ret, stay. Q. Mar. What are you made of ? you ’ll nor fight,
[Alarum afar off If you be ta’en, we then should see the bottom Of all our fortunes; but if we haply scape, (As well we may, if not through your neglect) We shall to London get; where you are lov’d, And where this breach, now in our fortunes made, May readily be stopp'd.
young CLIFFORD. Y. Clif. But that my heart's on future mischief set, I would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly; But fly you must : uncurable discomfit Reigns in the hearts of all our present friends." Away, for your relief; and we will live To see their day, and them our fortune give. Away, my lord, away!
Exeunt. SCENE III.-Fields near Saint Albans. Alarum: Retreat. Flourish; then enter YORK, RICHARD
PLANTAGENET, WARWICK, and Soldiers, with Drum and Colours.
York. Old’ Salisbury, who can report of him?
My noble father,
1 parts : in f. e. ; altered by Steevens, to party. 2 Of: in f. e. 3 brush: in f. e. 4 brow: in f. e.
Three times bestrid him; thrice I led him off,
day; By the mass, so did we all.— I thank
York. I know our safety is to follow them ;
War. After them ? nay, before them, if we can.