K. Henry. Sad-hearted men, much overgone with care, Here sits a king more woful than you are. Alarums. Excursions. Enter the Queen, Prince of Prince. Fly, father, fly! for all your friends are fled, And Warwick rages like a chafed bull: Away! for death doth hold us in pursuit. 581 Queen. Mount you, my lord, towards Berwick post amain: Edward and Richard, like a brace of greyhounds With fiery eyes, sparkling for very wrath, Exe. Away! for vengeance comes along with them : Nay, stay not to expostulate, make speed; Or else come after, I'll away before. 590 K. Henry. Nay, take me with thee, good sweet Not that I fear to stay, but love to go Whither the queen intends. Forward; away! [Exeunt. SCENE VI. A loud Alarum. Enter CLIFFORD, wounded. Clif. Here burns my candle out, ay, here it dies, Which, while it lasted, gave king Henry light. Ah, 600 Ah, Lancaster! I fear thine overthrow, Giving no ground unto the house of York, 610 They never then had sprung like summer flies- And, at their hands, I have deserv'd no pity. 620 And much effuse of blood doth make me faint:Come, York, and Richard, Warwick, and the rest; I stabb'd your fathers' bosoms, split my breast. [He faints. Alarum, Alarum, and Retreat. Enter EDWARD, CLARENCE, RICHARD, MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and Soldiers. Edw. Now breathe we, lords; good fortune bids us pause, And smooth the frowns of war with peaceful looks.- 630 But think you, lords, that Clifford flew with them? [CLIFFORD groans, and dies. Edw. Whose soul is that which takes her heavy leave? Rich. A deadly groan, like life and death's departing. Edw. See who it is: and, now the battle's ended, If friend, or foe, let him be gently us'd. 641 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 set his murdering knife unto the root From whence that tender spray did sweetly spring, } I mean, our princely father, duke of York. War. From off the gates of York fetch down the head, F Your Your father's head, which Clifford placed there: Edw. Bring forth that fatal screech-owl to our house, 650 That nothing sung but death to us and ours: [Attendants bring the Body forward. War. I think his understanding is bereft :Say, Clifford, dost thou know who speaks to thee ?—— Dark cloudy death o'ershades his beams of life, And he nor sees, nor hears us what we say. Rich. O, 'would he did! and so, perhaps, he doth; 'Tis but his policy to counterfeit, Because he would avoid such bitter taunts As in the time of death he gave our father. 660 Cla. If so thou think'st, vex him with eager words. Rich. Thou didst love York, and I am son to York. Edw. Thou pitied'st Rutland, I will pity thee. wont. 670 Rich. What, not an oath? nay, then the world goes hard, When Clifford cannot spare his friends an oath : 1 I know I know by that, he's dead; and, by my soul, 680 War. Ay, but he's dead: Off with the traitor's head, And rear it in the place your father's stands.And now to London with triumphant march, There to be crowned England's royal king. From thence shall Warwick cut the sea to France,. And ask the lady Bona for thy queen: So shalt thou sinew both these lands together; And, having France thy friend, thou shalt not dread For though they cannot greatly sting to hurt, 690 And then to Britany I'll cross the sea, To effect this marriage, so it please my lord. Edw. Even as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, let it be: For on thy shoulder do I build my seat; And never will I undertake the thing, Wherein thy counsel and consent is wanting.- And George, of Clarence ;-Warwick, as ourself, Shall do, and undo, as him pleaseth best. Rich. Let me be duke of Clarence; George, of Gloster; For Gloster's dukedom is too ominous. Fij 700 War. |