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Shall be their father's bail, and bale to those (21.)
That for my surety will refuse the boys.

Enter Edward and Richard.
See, where they come ; I'll warrant, they'll make it good.

Enter Clifford.
Q. Mar. And here comes Clifford, to deny their bail.
Clif. Health and all happiress to my Lord the King!

York. I thank thee, Clifford; say, what news with thee?
Nay, do not fright us with an angry look:
We are thy Sovereign, Clifford, kneel again ;
For thy mistaking so, we pardon thee.

Cliff. This is my King, York, I do not mistake ;
But thou mistak'it me much, to think I do ;
To Bedlam with him, is the man grow'n mad ?

K. Henry. Ay, Clifford, a Bedlam and ambitious humour
Makes him oppose himself against his King.

Clif. He is a traitor, let him to the Tower,
And crop away that factious pate of his.

Q. Mar. He is arrested, but will not obey :
His fons, he says, shall give their words for him.

York. Will you not, fons ?
E. Plan. Ay, noble father, if our words will serve.
R. Plan. And if words will not, then our weapons thall
Clif. Why, what a brood of traitors have we here?

York. Look in a glass, and call thy image fo.
'I am thy King, and thou a false-heart traitor!
Call hither to the stake my two brave bears,
That with the very taking of their chains

(21) Shall be their father's bail, and bane to those.] Considering, how our author Joves to play on words fimilar in their found, but opposite in their signification, I make no doubt but I have here restored his genuine reading. Bale (from whence our common adjective, baleful) fignifies detriment, ruin, misfortune, &c. We meet with this word again in Locrine, a play ascribed to our author, and printed above 20 years before his death. Yca, with these eyes thou hast seen her, and therefore pull them out, for they will work thy bale. But I shall have occalion to enlarge my authorities for its usage, when come to Coriglanys,

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They may astonith these fell-lurking curs:
Bid Salisbury and Warwick come to me.

Enter the Earl of Warwick and Salisbury:
Clif. Are these thy bears ? we'll bait thy bears to death,
And manacle the bearward in their chains,
If thou dar'it bring them to the baiting place.

R. Plan. Oft have I seen a hot o'er-weening cur
Run back and bite, because he was with-held;
Who, being suffer'd with the bear's fell paw,
Hath clapt his tail betwixt his legs and cry'd:
And such a piece of service will you do,
If you oppose yourselves to match Lord Warwick.

Clif. Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigefted lump,
As crooked in thy manners, as thy shape.

York. Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly anon.
Clif. Take heed, left by your heat you burn yourselves.

K. Henry. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to bow
Old Salisbury, shame to thy filver hair,
Thou mad mis-leader of thy brain-fick son,
What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the ruffian,
And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles ?
Oh, where is faith? oh, where is loyalty ?
If it be banilh'd from the frosty head,
Where shall it find a harbour in the earth?
Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war,
And shame thine honourable age with blood?
Why art thou old, and want'st experience ?
Or wherefore doft abuse it, if thou haft it?
For shame, in duty bend thy knee to me,
That bows unto the grave with mickle age.

Sal. My Lord, I have confider'd with myself
The title of this most renowned Duke ;
And in my conscience do repute his Grace
The rightful heir to England's royal feat.

K. Henry. Halt thou not sworn allegiance unto me ?
Sal. I have.

(an oath ? K. Henry. Canft thou dispense with heav'n for such

Sal. It is great fin to swear unto a sin; But greater fin to keep a finful oath :


Who can be bound by any folemn vow
To do a murdrous deed, to rob a man,
To force a spotlefs virgin's chastity,
To reave the orphan of his patrimony,
To wring the widow from her custom'd right,
And have no other reason for his wrong,
But that he was bound by a solemn oath ?

2. Mar. A subtle traitor needs no sophister.
K. Henry. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm himself.

York. Call Buckingham and all the friends thou haft, I am resolv'd for death or dignity.

Old Clif. The first I warrant thee; if dreams prove true,

War. You were best go to bed and dream again, To keep thee from the tempest of the field.

Old Clif. I am resolv’d 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 house's 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 shews, That keeps his leaves in spight of any storm) Ev'n to affright thee with the view thereof.

Old Clif. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear, And tread it under foot with all contempt, Despight the bear-ward, that protects the bear.

r. Clif. And so to arms, victorious noble father, To quell the rebels and their complices.

R. Plan. Fy, charity for shame, speak not in spight, For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to night.

r. Clif. Foul ftigmatick, that's more than thou canst tell. R. Plan. If not in heav'n, you'll surely sup in hell.

(Exeunt, feverally.

SCENE changes to a Field of Battle at

St. Albans.

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 dying mens cries do fill the empty air,) Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with me; Proud northern Lord, Cliford of Cumberland, Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms.

Enter York.
War. How now, my noble Lord ? what all a-foot ?

York. The deadly-handed Clifford flew my steed:
But match to match I have encountred him,
And made a prey for carrion kites and crows
Ev'n of the bonny beast he lov’d so well.

Enter Clifford.
War. Of one or both of us the time is come.

York. Hold, Warwick : seek thee out fome other chace, For I myself must 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 soul to leave thee unaffail'd. [Exit War.

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 fo fait mine

enemy. Clif. Nor should thy prowess want praise and esteem, But that 'tis sewn 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.
Clif. La fin couronne les auvres.

Dies. York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art ftill; Peace with his soul, heav'n, if it be thy will ! [Exit.


Enter Young Clifford.
7. Clif. Shame and confusion ! all is on the rout:
Fear frames disorder; and disorder wounds,
Where it should guard. O war! thou son of hello
Whom angry heavens do make their minifter,
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 ; for he that loves himself,
Hath not effentially, but by circumstance,
The name of valour.-O let the vile world end, (22)

[Seeing his dead Fasber's
And the premised Aames of the last day
Knit earth and heav'n together!
Now let the general trumpet blow his blast,
Particularities and petty sounds
To cease! waft thou ordained, O dear father,
To lose thy youth in peace, and to atchieve
The silver livery of advised age;
And in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, thus
To die in ruffian battle? Even at this fight
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 faming wrath be oil and fax.
Henceforth I will not have to do with pity,
Meet I an infant of the house of York,
Into as many gobbits will I cut it,
As wild Medea young Absyrtus did.


(22) -Ob, let the vile world end, And the premised flames of the last day Knit earth and beav'n together!] i. e. Let the vile world end now ; and let those fames which are reserved for its destruction hereafter, be sent now. Shakespeare is very peculiar in his adjetives; and it is much in his manner to use the words borrowed from the Latin, closer to their original signification than they were vulgarly used in. So here he uses premised, in the sense of the word from which it is derived, pramidus.


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