And much effuse of blood doth make me faint: Alarum and Retreat. Enter Edward, Warwick, Ri chard, Montague, Clarence, and Soldiers. Edw. Now breathe we lords, good fortune bids us påufe, And fmooth the frowns of war with peaceful looks. [Clifford groans. Rich. Whofe foul is that which takes her heavy leave? A deadly groan, like life and death's departing. See who it is. Edw. And now the battel's ended, If friend or foe, let him be gently used. Rich. Revoke that doom of mercy, for 'tis Clifford, Who not contented that he lopp'd the branch, In hewing Rutland when his leaves put forth; But fet his murth'ring knife unto the root From whence that tender fpray did fweetly fpring, I mean our princely father, Duke of York, War. From off the gates of York fetch down the head, Your father's head, which Clifford placed there : Instead whereof let his fupply the room. Meafure for measure must be answered. Edw. Bring forth that fatal screech-owl to our house, That That nothing fung but death to us and ours: Rich. O would he did; and fo perhaps he doth 'Tis but his policy to counterfeit, Because he would avoid fuch bitter taunts As in the time of death he gave our father. Cla. If fo thou think'ft, vex him with eager words. Rich. Clifford, ask mercy, and obtain no grace.. wont. Rich. What not an oath! nay then the world goes hard, When Clifford cannot spare his friends an oath I know by that he's dead; and by my foul, : This hand fhould chop it off; and with the iffuing blood Stifle the villain, whofe unftanched thirst York and young Rutland could not fatisfie. War. Ay, but he's dead. Off with the traitor's head, And rear it in the place your father's ftands. And now to London with triumphant march, So So fhalt thou finew both these lands together. For though they cannot greatly fting to hurt, And then to Britany I'll cross the sea, Edw. Ev'n as thou wilt, fweet Warwick, let it be; :: For on thy fhoulder do I build my feat: Rich. Let me be Duke of Clarence, George of For Glofter's Dukedom is too ominous. War. Tut, that's a foolish obfervation: Richard, be Duke of Glo'fler: now to London, To fee these honours in poffeffion. [Exeunt. ACT ACT III. SCENE I. Enter Sinklo and Humphry, with cross-bows in their bands. SIN KLO. NDER this thick-grown brake we'll shroud our felves, For through this laund anon the Deer will come; And in this covert will we make our ftand, Culling the principal of all the Deer. Hum. I'll stay above the hill, fo both may shoot In this felf-place where now we mean to ftand. Enter King Henry, with a prayer-book. K. Henry. From Scotland am I ftol'n ev'n of love, To greet mine own land with my wishful fight; Thy place is fill'd, thy fcepter wrung from thee, pure Sink Sink. Ay, here's a deer, whofe skin's a keeper's fee : Hum. Why linger we? let us lay hands upon him. K. Henry. My Queen and fon are gone to France And as I hear, the great commanding Warwick Is thither gone to crave the French King's fifter And Lewis a Prince foon won with moving words: By this account then Margaret may win him, For fhe's a woman to be pitied much : Her fighs will make a batt'ry in his breaft; And in conclufion wins the King from her, Hum, Say, what art thou that talk'st of Kings and K. Henry. More than I feem, and less than I was born to ; A man at least, for lefs I fhould not be ; And men may talk of Kings, and why not L? a the four adverfaries. Hum. |