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Impairing Henry, strength'ning mis-proud York,
[He faints. Alarum and Retreat. Enter EDWARD, GEORGE,
RICHARD, MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and Soldiers.
War. No, 'tis impossible he should escape :
[CLIFFORD groans,, and dies. Edw. Whose soul is that which takes her heavy leave ?
 The Duke of York had been entrusted by Henry with the reins of government both in Ireland and France : and hence perhaps was taught to aspire to the throne. MAL.
Rich. A deadly groan, like life and death's departing.
Edw. See who it is : and, now the battle's ended, If friend, or foe, let him be gently us'd.
Rich. Revoke that doom of mercy, for 'tis Clifford ; Who not contented that he lopp'd the branch In hewing Rutland when his leaves put forth, But set his murdering knife unto the root From whence that tender spray did sweetly spring, I mean, our princely father, duke of York.
War. From off the gates of York fetch down the head, Your father's head, which Clifford placed there ; Instead whereof, let this supply the room ; Measure for measure must be answered.
Edw. Bring forth that fatal screech-owl to our house, That nothing sung but death to us and ours : Now death shall stop his dismal threatening, sound, And his ill-boding tongue no more shall speak.
(Attendants bring the Body forward. War. I think his understanding is bereft :Speak, Clifford, dost thou know who speaks to thee? Dark cloudy death o'ershades his beams of life, And he nor sees, nor hears us what we say.
Rich. O, 'would he did ! and so, perhaps, he doth ;
Geo. If so thou think'st, vex him with eager words.3
wont. Rich. What, not an oath ? nay, then the world goes
 Departing for separation. MAL. Till death us depart" was the expression in the old Marriage Service. FARMER. 033 Sour words ; words of asperity, JOHNS.
This hand should chop it off; and with the issuing blood
War. Ay, but he's dead : Off with the traitor's head,
Edw. Even as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, let it be ; For on thy shoulder do I build my seat ; And never will I undertake the thing, Wherein thy counsel and consent is wanting.Richard, I will create thee duke of Gloster ;And George, of Clarence ;-Warwick, as ourself, Shall do, and undo, as him pleaseth best.
Rich. Let me be duke of Clarence ; George, of Gloster; For Gloster's dukedom is too ominous. 4
War. Tot, that's a foolish observation ; Richard, be duke of Gloster: Now to London, To see these honours in possession.
ACT HI. SCENE I.-A Chace in the North of England. Enter two Keepers, with Cross-bows in their Hands.
1 Keeper. UNDER this thick-grown brake we'll shroud ourselves; For through this laund anon the deer will come ; And in this covert will we make our stand, Culling the principal of all the deer.
2 Keep. I'll stay above the hill, so both may shoot. 1 Keep. That cannot be ; the noise of thy cross-bow  Alluding, perhaps, to the deaths of Thomas of Woodstock, and Humphrey, Dukes of Gloster. STEEV.  Laund means the same as bawn; a plain extended between wonde:
Will scare the herd, and so my shoot is lost.
2 Keep. Here comes a man, let's stay till he be past, Enter King HENRY, disguised, with a Prayer-bock.
K. Hen. From Scotland I am stol'n, even of pure love, To greet mine own land with my wishful sight. No, Harry, Harry, 'tis no land of thine ; Thy place is fill'd, thy scepter wrung from thee, Thý balm wash'd off, 2 wherewith thou wast anointed : No bending knee will call thee Cæsar now, No humble suitors press to speak for right, No, not a man comes for redress of thee ; For how can I help them, and not myself?
1 Keep. Ay, here's a deer whose skin's a keeper's fee: This is the quondam king ;3 let's seize upon him.
K.Hen. Let me embrace these sour adversities ; For wise men say, it is the wisest course.
2 Keep. Why linger we let us lay hands upon him. 1 Keep. Forbear a while ; we'll hear a little more.
K.Hen. My queen, and son, are gone to France for aid ; And, as I hear, the great commanding Warwick Is thither gone, to crave the French king's sister To wife for Edward : If this news be true, Poor queen, and son, your labour is but lost ; For Warwick is a subtle orator, And Lewis a prince soon won with moving words. By this account, then, Margaret may win him ; For she's a woman to be pitied much : Her sighs will make a battery in his breast; Her tears will pierce into a marble heart; The tiger will be mild, while she doth mourn ; And Nero will be tainted with remorse, To hear, and see, her plaints, her brinish tears. Ay, but she's come to beg; Warwick, to give : She, on his left side, craving aid for Henry ; He, on his right, asking a wife for Edward. She weeps, and says-her Henry is depos'd ;
 This is an image very frequent in the works of Shakspeare. It is common in these plays to find the same images, whether jocular or serious, frequently recurring. JOHNS.  Quondam had not in Shakspeare's time uniformly acquired a ladic.
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He smiles, and says-his Edward is install’d;
2 Keep. Say, who art thou, that talk'st of kings and
K.Hen. More than I seem, and less than I was born to : A man at least, for less I should not be ; And men may talk of kings, and why not I?
2 Keep. Ay, but thou talk'st as if thou wert a king. K.Hen. Why, so I am, in mind ; and that's enough. 2 Keep. But, if thou be a king, where is thy crown? K.Hen. My crown is in my heart, not on my head ; Not deck'd with diamonds, and Indian stones, Nor to be seen : my crown is call’d, content ; A crown it is, that seldom kings enjoy.
2 Keep. Well, if you be a king crown'd with content, Your crown content, and you, must be contented To go along with us : for, as we think, You are the king, king Edward hath depos'd ; And we his subjects, sworn in all allegiance, Will apprehend you as his enemy.
K.Hen. But did you never swear, and break an oath? 2 Keep. No, never such an oath, nor will not now. K.Hen. Where did you dwell, when I was king of
England ? 2 Keep. Here in this country, where we now remain.
K.Hen. I was anointed king at nine months old ;
1 Keep. No;
K.Hen. Why, am I dead ? do I not breathe a man? Ah, simple men, you know not what you swear. Look, as I blow this feather from my face, And as the air blows it to me again, Obeying with my wind when I do blow, And yielding to another when it blows,
 The piety of Henry scarce interests us more for his misfortunes, than this his constant solicitude for the welfare of his deceitful queen. STEEV.