And in this vow, will chain my soul to thee! Here, ere my knee rise from the earth's cold face, Give a sweet passage to my sinful soul! Now, Lords, take leave until we meet again! Where e'er it be, in Heaven, or on earth! Richard. Brother, give me thy hand and noble Warwick, Let me embrace thee in my weary arms! I, who have never wept, now melt with woe, That those, who are the prey of pale-fac'd fear, This may plant courage in their fainting breasts. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-Another part of the field. Excursions. -Enter RICHARD and CLIFFOrd, from opposite sides. Richard. Fortune! thou giv'st me all that I could Long, Clifford, have I singled thee alone. His shade now hovers o'er thy cursed head, Now shall this sword revenge th' inhuman deed, Clifford. Were all thy brothers here, their lives. and thine Were not revenge sufficient for my heart. This is the hand, that stabb'd thy father York;" SCENE III-A Camp. Enter KING HENRY. They chid me from the battle: for my Queen, O, if my death could heal these bleeding wounds, To monarchs, haunted with the sprites of fear? Are far beyond a Prince's delicacies; His body lying on a downy bed, When care, mistrust, and treason, break his rest. [Alarm at a distance. Enter a SON, bearing his dead Father. Son. Ill blows the wind, that profits nobody.This man, whom hand in hand I slew in fight, May be possess'd of a large store of crowns:And I, that haply take them from him now, May yet ere night, yield both my life and them. Ah, sad succession by the chance of war !— Who's this?O God, it is my father's face, Whom in this civil conflict I have kill'd. O barb'rous times, producing such events! O my dear father! thou hast giv'n me life, And, by my hands, I rob thee of thy breath! Pardon me, God, I knew not what I did: And pardon, father, for I knew thee not! My tears shall wipe away these bloody marks: I can no more'till they have flow'd their fill. K. Henry. O piteous spectacle! O bloody times! While Lions war, and battle for their dens, Poor harmless lambs abide their enmity. Weep, wretched man, I'll aid thee tear for tear; My heart, like thine, is overcharg'd with grief. Son. How will my mother, for my father's death, Vent all her sorrow on my guilty head !— Now all the world is a blank wilderness, Where nothing grows but thorns of misery, King Henry. Alas! my country Can ne'er forgive the authors of these woes! Son. Did ever son so weep a father's death! King Henry. You but lament a father slain in battle, I mourn the death of thousands of my subjects. Son. These arms, alas! shall be thy winding sheet. My heart will break, and be thy sepulcre. From my sad soul thy image ne'er shall part, My sighing breast shall be thy fun'ral knell.I'll bear thee hence, and fill thy grave with tears. [Exit with the body. King Henry. Light of the sun, why shin'st thou still on me! I am the cause of these enormities! O let me hide my sorrows and my shame! Alarm. Enter the QUEEN, PRINCE OF WALES, and SOMERSET. Prince. Fly, father, fly, for all your friends are fled, And Warwick rages like a chafed bull. Clifford, I fear, the valiant Clifford's fall'n. Away, dear father; death pursues our steps! King Henry. Yes, I can fly from Warwick, and from death; But who can lend me wings to fly from grief? C |