1 Who can be bound by any folemn vow To do a murdrous deed, to rob a man, Q. Mar. A fubtle traitor needs no fophifter. K. Henry. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm himself. York. Call Buckingham and all the friends thou hast, I am refolv'd for death or dignity. Old Clif. The first I warrant thee; if dreams prove true, Old Clif. I am refolv'd to bear a greater storm Might I but know thee by thy houfe's badge. War. Now by my father's badge, old Nevil's creft, Old Clif. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear, R. Plan. Fy, charity for fhame, fpeak not in fpight, Y. Clif. Foul ftigmatick, that's more than thou canft tell. SCENE changes to a Field of Battle at St. Albans. Enter Warwick. War.CLifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick calls; Enter York. War. How now, my noble Lord? what all a-foot ? Enter Clifford. War. Of one or both of us the time is come. York. Hold, Warwick: feck thee out fome other chace, For I myself muft hunt this deer to death. War. Then nobly, York; 'tis for a crown thou fight'it: As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day, It grieves my foul to leave thee unaffail'd. [Exit War. Clif. What feeft thou in me, York? why dost thou pause? York. With thy brave bearing fhould I be in love, But that thou art fo faft mine enemy. Clif. Nor fhould thy prowefs want praise and efteem, But that 'tis fhewn ignobly and in treafon. York. So let it help me now against thy fword, As I in juftice and true right exprefs it. Clif. My foul and body on the action both! York. A dreadful lay, addrefs thee inftantly. [Fight. Clif. La fin couronne les œuvres. [Dies. York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art ftill; Peace with his foul, heav'n, if it be thy will! [Exit. I Enter Enter Young Clifford. Y. Clif. Shame and confufion! all is on the rout: Hath no felf-love; for he that loves himself, The name of valour.-O let the vile world end, (22) [Seeing his dead Fatber And the premised flames of the last day Knit earth and heav'n together! Now let the general trumpet blow his blast, To ceafe! waft thou ordained, O dear father, And in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, thus (22)—Oh, let the vile world end, And the premifed flames of the last day Knit earth and heav'n together!] i. e. Let the vile world end now; and let thofe flames which are referved for its deftruction hereafter, be fent now. Shakespeare is very peculiar in his adjectives; and it is much in his manner to use the words borrowed from the Latin, clofer to their original fignification than they were vulgarly used in. So here he ufes premised, in the fenfe of the word from which it is derived, præmiffus. In In cruelty will I feek out my fame. Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's house: So bear I thee upon my manly fhoulders; Nothing fo heavy as thefe woes of mine. [Exit, bearing off his Father. Enter Richard Plantagenet and Somerset, to fight. R. Plan. So, lie thou there : [Somerset is killed. For underneath an ale-house paltry fign, (23) Hath made the wizard famous in his death; Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful ftill: [Exit Richard Plantagenet. Fight. Excurfions. Enter King Henry, Queen Margaret, and others. Q. Mar. Away, my Lord, you are flow; for fhame,away. K. Henry. Can we out-run the heav'ns! good Margret, ftay. Q. Mar. What are you made of? you'll not fight, nor fly: Now is it manhood, wifdom and defence, To give the enemy way, and to fecure us [Alarum afar off. If you bè ta'en, we then fhould fee the bottom (23) For underneath an ale-house paltry fign, The caftle in St. Albans, Somerset Hath made the wizard famous in bis death.] The death of Somerfet here accomplishes that equivocal prediction given by Jordan, the witch, concerning this Duke; which we met with at the clofe of the first A of this play : Let him fhun caftles; Safer shall he be upon the fandy plains, i. e. the representation of a caftle, mounted for a figs. I And where this breach, now in our fortunes made, Enter Clifford. Clif. But that my heart's on future mifchief fet, Reigns in the hearts of all our prefent parts. To fee their day, and them our fortune give. [Exeunt. Alarum. Retreat. Enter York, Richard Plantagenet, York. Of Salisbury, who can report of him? R. Plan. My noble father, Three times to day I holp him to his horse, But ftill, where danger was, fill there I met him; So was his will in his old feeble body. But noble as he is, look, where he comes. Enter Salisbury. Sal. Now, by my fword, well haft thou fought to-day; By th' mafs, fo did we all. I thank you, Richard. God knows, how long it is I have to live; And it hath pleas'd him, that three times to-day Well, Lords, we have not got that which we have ; E For, |