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Away! for death doth hold us in pursuit. [amain.
Queen. Mount you, my Lord, towards Berwick post Edward and Richard, like a brace of grey-hounds Having the fearful Aying hare in fight, With fiery eyes sparkling for very wrath, And bloody steel graspt in their ireful hands, Are at our backs; and therefore hence amain.
Exe. Away, for vengeance comes along with them. Nay, stay not to expoftulate, make speed: Or else come after, I'll away
before. K. Henry. Nay, take me with thee, good sweet Exeter ;; Not that I fear to stay, but love to go Whither the Queen intends. Forward, away! [Exeunt.
A loud Alarum. Enter Clifford wounded. (12)
Clif. Here burns my candle out; ay, here it dies, Which, while it lasted, gave King Henry light. O Lancaster! I fear thy overthrow, More than my body's parting with my foul. . My love and fear glew'à many friends to thee ; (Falling. And, now I fall, thy tough commixtures melt, Impairing Henry, strengthning mis-proud York. The common people swarm like summer-flies; (13).
(12) Enter Clifford wounded.] In the ift quarto, there is this cir. cumftance added; Enter Clifford wounded, with an arrow in bis neck. The players, in their edition, had reason to make a retrenchment of this; for, no doubt, 'twas a point of ridicule to see an actor come upon the stage to die, with an arrow fixt in his neck. And this parf ge I find rallied by Beaumont and Fletcher in their Knight of the Burning Peffle. For Ralph, the grocer's prentice, is there introduc'd, with a forked arrow tbrougb bis bead; and makes a long burlesque harangue in a bantering imitation of Clifford's speech here. Take a short sample of his last dying words.
Farewel, all you good boys in merry Lordon,
[Dies. (13) The common people swarm like summer fies.] This line, which is a necessary introduction to that which follows, and which is left out in all the other impressions, I have reftor'd from the old quarto.
And whither fly the gnats, but to the sun ?
[He faints. Alarum, and Retreat. Enter Edward, Warwick, Richard,
Montague, Clarence, and Soldiers.
War. No, 'tis imposible he should escape:
(Clifford groans. Rich. Whose soul is that, which takes her heavy leave ?:
A deadly groan, like life and death's departing.
Edw. And now the battle's ended,
Rich. Revoke that doom of mercy, for 'tis Clifford;
War. From off the gates of York fetch down the head, Your father's head, which Clifford placed there : Instead whereof, let his supply the room. Measure for measure must be answered.
Edw. Bring forth that fatal fcreech-owl to our house, That nothing sung but death to us and ours : Now death hall ftop his difmal threatning found, And his ill-boding tongue no more shall Tpeak.
War. I think, his understanding is bereft: Speak, Clifford, dost thou know who speaks to thee? Dark cloudy death o'er-shades his beams of life, And he nor fees, nor hears us what we say.
Rich. O, would he did! and so, perhaps, he doth.
Cla. If so thou think'ft, vex him with eager words.
Rich. Whát, not an oath! nay, then the world goes hard,
This hand should chop it off; and with the issuing blood
War. Ay, but he's dead. Off with the traitor's head,
Edw. Ev'n as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, let it be ; For on thy shoulder do I build
Rich. Let me be duke of Clarence; George of Glofter ; For Glofter's dukedom is too ominous. (14)
(14) For Glu'fter's duikedom is too ominous.] This passage seems fneer'd at by B. Jobnfon in his Devil's an Afs: where a foolish fellow is duped into the opinion of being created a Duke.
Meer-cr. I think, we ha' found a place to fit you now, Sir: Glou. cester.
Fitz-dot. O, no; I'll none.
Meer-cr. That you say right in. Spencer, I think, the youngery had his last honour thence. But he was but an Earl.
Fitz-dot. I know not that, Sir : But Thomas of Woodstock, l'm sure, was Duke; and he was made away at Calice, as Duke Humphry was at Bury: And Richard the Tbird, you know what end he came to.
Meer-cr. By my faith, you're cunning in the chronicle, Sir,
Fiiz-dor. No, i confess, I ha't from the play-books; and think, they're more authentick.
War. Tut, that's a foolish observation : Richard, be Duke of Gloʻster : now to London, To see these honours in poffeffion.
SCENE, a Wood in Lancashire.
Enter Sinklo and Humphry, with cross-bows in their
For through this land anon the deer will come ;
Enter King Henry, with a prayer-book.
Sink. Ay, here's a deer, whose skin's a keeper's fee : This is the quondam King, let's seize upon him.