And tread it underfoot with all contempt, To quell the rebels, and their 'complices. Rich. Fie! charity, for shame! speak not in spite, Y. Clif. Foul stigmatic, that's more than thou canst tell. SCENE II-Saint Albans. [Exeunt severally. Alarums: Excursions. Enter WARWICK. War. Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick calls! Enter YORK. 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, seek thee out some other 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. Člif. What seest thou in me, York? why dost thou pause? York. With thy brave bearing should I be in love, But that thou art so fast mine enemy. Clif. Nor should thy prowess want praise and esteem, But that 'tis shown 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 !- [They fight, and CLIFFORD falls. Dies. [Exit. Clif. La fin couronne les œuvres. * Stigmatized by deformity. + Stake. Enter young CLIFFORD. Y. Clif. Shame and confusion! all is on the rout; Hath no self-love; nor he, that loves himself, [Seeing his dead Father. And the premised* flames of the last day To cease!t-Wast thou ordain'd, dear father, And, in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, thus Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's house; As did Æneas old Anchises bear, So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders; Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine. [Taking up the body. [Exit. Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET and SOMERSET, fighting, and Rich. So, he thou there; SOMERSET is killed. For, underneath an alehouse' paltry sign, The Castle in Saint Albans, Somerset Hath made the wizard famous in his death.- Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful still: [Exit. Alarums: Excursions. Enter KING HENRY, QUEEN Q. Mar. Away, my lord! you are slow; for shame away! + Stop. * Obtain. ⚫ Experienced. K. Hen. Can we outrun the heavens? good Margaret, stay. Q. Mar. What are you made of? you'll not fight, nor fly: Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence, To give the enemy way: and to secure us By what we can, which can no more but fly. [Alarum afar off. If you be ta'en, we then should see the bottom Of all our fortunes: but if we haply scape (As well we may, if not through your neglect), Enter young CLIFFORD. Y. Clif. But that my heart 's on future mischief set, To see their day, and them our fortune give: SCENE III.-Fields near Saint Albans. [Exeunt. Alarum: Retreat. Flourish! then enter YORK, RICHARD York. Of Salisbury, who can report of him; Rich. My noble father, Three times to-day I holp him to his horse, Persuaded him from any further act: But still, where danger was, still there I met him; And like rich hangings in a homely house, So was his will in his old feeble body. But, noble as he is, look where he comes. Enter SALISBURY. Sal. Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought to-day; By the mass, so did we all.-I thank you, Richard; God knows, how long it is I have to live; And it hath pleased him, that three times to-day * Parties. + Detrition. I. e. defending him against his assailants. The height. "Tis not enough our foes are this time fled, York. I know, our safety is to follow them; * Enemies likely soon to recover. [Exeunt. SCENE, during part of the third Act, in France; during all the rest of the Play, in England. ACT I. SCENE I.-London. The Parliament-House. Drums. Some Soldiers of YORK's party break in. Then, Enter the Duke of YORK, EDWARD, RICHARD, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and others, with White Roses in their Hats. War. I wonder how the king escaped our hands. York. While we pursued the horsemen of the north, He slily stole away, and left his men: |