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QUEEN. A subtle traitor needs no sophister.
King. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm him-

self. 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.

Clif. I am resolved 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, The rampant bear chain’d to the ragged staff, This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet, As on a mountain top the cedar shows That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm, Even to affright thee with the view thereof.

Clif. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear And tread it under foot with all contempt, 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. Rich. If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in hell.

[Exeunt severally.

SCENE II.

Saint Alban's.
Alarums to the battle. Enter WARWICK.
War. Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick calls:
And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear,
Now, when the angry trumpet sounds alarum
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.

Enter YORK.
How now, my noble lord ! what, all afoot ?

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 loved so well.

Enter old CLIFFORD. 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 unassail'd. [Exit. CLIF. What seest thou in me, 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 'tis 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.

[They fight, and CLIFFORD falls. Clif. La fin couronne les oeuvres.

[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. Clir. 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. [Seeing his dead father.] 0,

let the vile world end,
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 'tis 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 :
As did Æneas 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.

[Exit, bearing off his father. Enter RICHARD and SOMERSET to fight.

SOMERSET is killed. Rich. So, lie thou there; For underneath an alehouse' paltry sign, The Castle in Saint Alban's, Somerset Hath made the wizard famous in his death. Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful

still : Priests

pray for enemies, but princes kill.

[Exit.

Fight : excursions.

Enter KING, QUEEN,

and others. QUEEN. Away, my lord ! you are slow; for

shame, away! KING. Can we outrun the heavens? good Mar

garet, stay. Queen. 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.

[Alarum afar of
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 loved
And where this breach now in our fortunes made
May readily be stopp'd.

Re-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
Reigns in the hearts of all our present parts.
Away, for your relief! and we will live
To see their day and them our fortune give:
Away, my lord, away!

[Exeunt.

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