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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 resolv'd 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.
Clif. I am resolv'd to bear a greater storm, Than any thou canst conjure up to-day;
And that I'll write upon thy burgonet,
Might I but know thee by thy household badge.
War. Now, by my father's badge, old Nevil's crest;
Clif. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear,
Despite the bear-ward that protects the bear.
Y. Clif. And so to arms, victorious father,
To quell the rebels, and their 'complices.
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.
Alarums: Excursions. Enter WARWICK.
War. Clifford of Cumberland! 't is Warwick calls;
Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland,
How now, my noble lord! what, all a-foot?
York. The deadly-handed Clifford slew my steed; But match to match I have encounter'd him,
And made a prey for carrion kites and crows
Even of the bonny beast he lov'd so well.
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 fight'st.
As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day,
It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd.
York? why dost thou pause? 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,
As I in justice and true right express it.
Clif. My soul and body on the action both!
York. A dreadful lay! address thee instantly.
Clif. La fin couronne les œuvres.
[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!
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,
Hot coals of vengeance! - Let no soldier fly:
He that is truly dedicate to war,
Hath no self-love; nor he, that loves himself,
The name of valour. O! let the vile world end,
And the premised flames of the last day
[Seeing his Father's body.
Now let the general trumpet blow his blast,
To cease! Wast thou ordain'd, dear father,
And, in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, thus
Shall be to me even as the dew to fire;
And beauty, that the tyrant oft reclaims,
Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's house;
Hath made the wizard famous in his death.
Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful still:
Alarums: Excursions. Enter King HENRY, Queen MARGARET, and others, retreating.
[Alarum afar off.
Away, my lord! you are slow: for shame, away! Can we outrun the heavens? good Margaret, stay. Q. Mar. What are you made of? you'll nor fight, nor fly; Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence, To give the enemy way; and to secure us By what we can, which can no more but fly. 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, May readily be stopp'd.
now in our fortunes made,
Enter 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
To see their day, and them our fortune give.
Fields near Saint Albans.
Flourish; then enter YORK,
PLANTAGENET, WARWICK, and Soldiers, with Drum and Colours.
York. Of Salisbury, who can report of him?
That winter lion, who in rage forgets
Aged contusions and all brush of time,
And, like a gallant in the brow of youth,
Repairs him with occasion? this happy day
Three times to-day I holp him to his horse,
But still, where danger was, still there I met him;
So was his will in his old feeble body.
But, noble as he is, look where he comes.
Sal. Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought to-day;
God knows how long it is I have to live,
And it hath pleas'd him, that three times to-day
York. I know our safety is to follow them;
War. After them? nay, before them, if we can.
Sound, drums and trumpets! — and to London all;