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Som. O monstrous traitor I arrest thee, York, Of capital treason 'gainst the king and crown. Obey, audacious traitor: kneel for grace. York. Would'st have me kneel? first let me ask of
thee, If they can brook I bow a knee to man?? Sirrah, call in my sons to be my bail ;
[Exit an Attendant. I know, ere they will have me go to ward, They'll pawn their swords for my enfranchisement.
Q. Mar. Call hither Clifford; bid him come amain, To say, if that the bastard boys of York Shall be the surety for their traitor father.
York. O! blood-bespotted Neapolitan, Outcast of Naples, England's bloody scourge, The sons of York, thy betters in their birth, Shall be their father's bail; and bane to those That for my surety will refuse the boys. Enter EDWARD and RICHARD PLANTAGENET, with Forces,
at one side ; at the other, with Forces also, old CLIFFORD
and his Son. See where they come : I'll warrant they'll make it
good. Q. Mar. And here comes Clifford, to deny their
bail. Clif. Health and all happiness to my lord the king !
[Kneels. 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;
first let me ask of thee, If they can brook I bow a knee to man ?] Thus all the old copies, and the sense seems to be," first let me ask of thee, Somerset, if they (i. e. his sons, mentioned in the next line) can brook that I should bow a knee to man ?” Theobald substituted these for “thee,” and modern editors have followed him, some with and some without notice that it was a variation from the authentic text. To Mr. Amyot I owe the suggestion that no alteration is required.
For thy mistaking so, we pardon thee.
Clif. This is my king, York: I do not mistake; But thou mistak’st me much, to think I do.To Bedlam with him! is the man grown mad? K. Hen. 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 chop away that factious pate of bis.
Q. Mar. He is arrested, but will not obey :
York. Will you not, sons ?
York. Look in a glass, and call thy image so;
Rich. Oft have I seen a hot o'erweening cur
Clif. Ilence, heap of wrath, foul indigested lump,
3 As crooked in thy manners as thy shape !] In the stage-direction of the quarto “ Contention,” he is called “ crook-back Richard" on his entrance.
York. Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly anon.
yourselves. K. Hen. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to
Sal. My lord, I have consider'd with myself
K. Hen. Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto me?
Q. Mar. A subtle traitor needs no sophister.
York. Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou
hast, I am resolv'd 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 resolv'd to bear a greater storm,
War. Now, by my father's badge, old Nevil's crest,
Clif. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear,
Y. Clif. And so to arms, victorious father,
Rich. Fie! charity! for shame! speak not in spite, For you shall sup
with Jesu Christ to-night. Y. Clif. Foul stigmatico, that's more than thou canst
tell. Rich. If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in hell.
4 – for death, or dignity.) The folio reads," and dignity.” The necessary emendation was made by Pope.
6 Might I but know thee by thy HOUSEHOLD badge.] These four lines are exactly the same in the folio as in the quarto, excepting that the former has housed for “ household” of the latter. “ Household” is of course right, and housed a misprint. The editor of the second folio substituted house's for housed of the first folio.
6 Foul STIGMATIC,] “A stigmatic (says Steevens) is one on whom nature has set a mark of deformity, a stigma.” “Stigmatic” also signified a person who has been branded with a hot iron for some crime. Richard is again called “stigmatic” in “Henry VI.” part iii. Act ii. sc. 2.
Alarums: Excursions. 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 alarm, And dead men's cries do fill the empty air, Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with me! Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland, Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms.
How now, my noble lord! what, all a-foot?
York. The deadly-handed Clifford slew my steed; But match to match I have encounter'd him, And made a prey for carrion kites and crows Even of the bonny beast he lov’d so well.
War. Of one or both of us the time is come.
chace, 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 WARWICK. Clif. What seest thou in me, York? why dost thou pause
e ? York. With thy brave bearing should I be in love, But that thou art so fast mine enemy.