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*Hath clapped his tail between his legs, and cried. * And such a piece of service will you do, *If you oppose yourselves to match lord Warwick. *Clif. Hence, heap of wrath, foul, indigested lump,
* As crooked in thy manners as thy shape! *York. Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly anon. *Clif. Take heed, lest by your heat you burn your
*K. Hen. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to bow?
* Old Salisbury,-shame to thy silver hair,
* Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sick son!—
What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the ruffian, * And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles? *O, where is faith? O, where is loyalty? * If it be banished from the frosty head,
* Where shall it find a harbor in the earth?—
*Sal. My lord, I have considered with myself *The title of this most renowned duke;
* And in my conscience do repute his grace
* The rightful heir to England's royal seat.
*K. Hen. Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto me? *Sal. I have.
*K. Hen. Canst thou dispense with Heaven for such an oath?
*Sal. It is great sin, to swear unto a sin; *But greater sin, to keep a sinful oath. *Who can be bound by any solemn vow *To do a murderous deed, to rob a man, * To force a spotless virgin's chastity, * To reave the orphan of his patrimony, * To wring the widow from her customed right;
* And have no other reason for this wrong, *But that he was bound by a solemn oath? *Q. Mar. A subtle traitor needs no sophister. 'K. Hen. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm himself.
"York. Call Buckingham and all the friends thou hast,
I am resolved for death or dignity.
Clif. The first, I warrant thee, if dreams prove true. War. You were best to go to bed, and dream again,
To keep thee from the tempest of the field.
The rampant bear chained to the ragged staff,
Clif. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear, And tread it under foot with all contempt,
Despite the bearward that protects the bear.
Rich. Fie charity, for shame! speak not in spite, For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night.
Y. Clif. Foul stigmatic, that's more than thou canst tell.
• Rich. If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in hell. [Exeunt severally.
1 A burgonet is a helmet; a Burgundian's steel cap or casque.
2 One on whom nature has set a mark of deformity, a stigma. It was, originally and properly, "a person who had been branded with a hot iron for some crime."
SCENE 11. Saint Albans.
War. Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick calls! And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear, Now, when the angry trumpet sounds alarm, And dead men's cries do fill the empty air,Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with me! Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland. Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms.
'How now, my noble lord? what, all afoot? York. The deadly-handed Clifford slew my steed;
'But match to match I have encountered him, And made a prey for carrion kites and crows 'Even of the bonny beast he loved so well.
' War. Of one or both of us the time is come. York. Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some other chase,
For I myself must hunt this deer to death.
War. Then, nobly, York; 'tis for a crown thou fight'st.
'As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day,
It grieves my soul to leave thee unassailed.
Clif. What seest thou in me, York? why dost thou pause?
York. With thy brave bearing should I be in
• But that thou art so fast mine enemy.
Clif. Nor should thy prowess want praise and
But that 'tis shown ignobly, and in treason.
Clif. My soul and body on the action both!York. A dreadful lay!-address thee instantly. [They fight, and CLIFFORD falls. Clif. La fin couronne les œuvres. [Dies.2 York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou
'Peace with his soul, Heaven, if it be thy will! [Exit.
Enter Young CLIFFORD.
*Y. Clif. Shame and confusion! all is on the
*Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds
* Hot coals of vengeance! Let no soldier fly:
* The name of valor.-O, let the vile world end,
1 A dreadful wager.
2 The author, in making Clifford fall by the hand of York, has departed from the truth of history, a practice not uncommon with him when he does his utmost to make his characters considerable. This circumstance, however, serves to prepare the reader or spectator for the vengeance afterwards taken by Clifford's son on York and Rutland. At the beginning of the third part of this drama, the Poet has forgot this circumstance, and there represents Clifford's death as it really happened :—
“Lord Clifford, and lord Stafford, all abreast,
Charged our main battle's front, and breaking in,
These lines were adopted by Shakspeare from The True Tragedy of Richard Duke of York, upon which the Third Part of King Henry VI. is founded.
* And the premised1 flames of the last day * Knit earth and heaven together!
* Now let the general trumpet blow his blast,
* To cease! 2-Wast thou ordained, dear father,
* And, in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, thus * To die in ruffian battle?-Even at this sight,
* My heart is turned to stone; and, while 'tis mine,
* Into as many gobbets will I cut it,
[Taking up the body.
As did Eneas old Anchises bear, So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders; * But then Æneas bare a living load, *Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine.
Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET and SOMERSET, fighting, and SOMERSET is killed.
Rich. So, lie thou there;
For underneath an alehouse' paltry sign, The castle in Saint Albans, Somerset
Hath made the wizard famous in his death.3—
1 Premised is sent before their time.
2 To cease is to stop; a verb active.
3 The death of Somerset here accomplishes that equivocal prediction
of Jourdain, the witch, in the first act.