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QUEEN. A subtle traitor needs no sophister.
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
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.
YORK. The deadly-handed Clifford slew my steed,
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.
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.
let the vile world end,
To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve
[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.
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 off