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• Ah, hark! the fatal followers do
pursue; • And I am faint, and cannot fly their fury:
And, were I strong, I would not shun their fury: • The sands are number'd, that make up my life; • Here must I stay, and here my life must end. Enter QUEEN MARGARET, CLIFFORD, NORTú
UMBERLAND, and Soldiers. Come, bloody Clifford,-rough Northumberland,• I dare your quenchless fury to more rage; I your but, and I abide
shot. North. Yield to our mercy, proud Plantagenet.
Clif. Ay, to such mercy, as his ruthless arm, With downright payment, show'd unto my father. Now Phaeton hath tumbled from his car, And made an evening at the noontide pricks.
York. My ashes, as the Phoenix, may bring forth • A bird that will revenge upon you
all : And, in that hope, I throw mine eyes to heaven, Scorning whate'er you can afflict me with. Why come you not? what! multitudes, and fear? Clif. So cowards fight, when they can fly no
further; • So doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons ; So desperate thieves, all hopeless of their lives, Breathe out invectives 'gainst the officers.
York. (), Clifford, but bethink thee once again, And, in thy thought o’errun my former time:
And, if thou canst for blushing, view this face; And bite thy tongue that slanders him with cow
ardice, • Whose frown hath made thee faint and fly ere this.
Clif. I will not bandy with thee word for word; But buckle with thee blows, twice two for one.
[Draws. 3 Noontide point on the dial.
Q. Mar. Hold, valiant Clifford! for a thousand
causes, I would prolong awhile the traitor's life: Wrath makes him deaf: speak thou, Northumber
land. North. Hold, Clifford; do not honour him so much, To prick thy finger, though to wound his heart: What valour were it, when a cur doth grin, For one to thrust his hand between his teeth, When he might spurn him with his foot away? It is war's prize to take all vantages; • And ten to one is no impeach of valour.
[They lay hands on YORK, who struggles. Clif. Ay, ay, so strives the woodcock with the gin. North. So doth the coney struggle in the net.
[YORK is taken prisoner. York. So triumph thieves upon their conquer'd
booty; So true men yield, with robbers so o’ermatch’d. North. What would your grace have done unto
him now? Q. Mar. Brave warriors, Clifford, and Northum
berland, Come make him stand upon this molehill here; • That raught o at mountains with outstretched arms, Yet parted but the shadow with his hand.* What! was it you that would be England's king ? Was't you that revell’d in our parliament, And made a preachment of your high descent? Where are your mess of sons to back you
4 Prize here must have the same meaning as prise in French, or présa in Italian, i. e. a hold or advantage that may be taken. Unless we can imagine that it signifies licitum est, it is prized or esteemed lawful in war,' &c. Price, prise, and prize were used indiscriminately by our ancestors.
5 Honest men. 6 Reached. Vide note on Part II. of this play, Act ii. Sc. 3. VOL. VI.
The wanton Edward, and the lusty George?
York! but that I hate thee deadly,
Why art thou patient, man? thou should'st be mad;
his hands, whilst I do set it on.
[Putting a paper Crown on his Head 8. Ay, marry, sir, now looks he like a king ! Ay, this is he that took King Henry's chair ;
• According to Hall the paper crown was not placed on York's head till after he was dead; but Holinshed, after having copied ! Hall, says:--- Some write that the duke was taken alive, and in derision caused to stand upon a molehill, on whose heade they put a garland instead of a crown, which they had fashioned and made of segges or bulrushes, and having so crowned him with that garlande, they kneeled down afore him, as the Jews did to Christe, in scorne, saying to him, Hayle king without rule, hayle king without heritage, hayle duke and prince without people or possessions. And at length, baving thus scorned hym with these and diverse other the like despitefull woordes, they strooke off his heade, which (as ye have heard) they presented to the queen.'
And this is he was his adopted heir.
father's sake. Q. Mar. Nay, stay; let's hear the orisons he makes. York. She wolf of France, but worse than wolves
of France, • Whose tongue more poisons than the adder's tooth! How ill beseeming is it in thy sex, To triumph like an Amazonian trull,
Upon their woes, whom fortune captivates ?
10 Kill him. 11 i. e. the crown, the emblem or symbol of royalty. Thus in King Richard III. :
* The high imperial type of this earth’s glory.
'Tis beauty, that doth oft make women proud;
12 Government in the language of the time signified evengess of temper, and decency of manners. 13 The north. Thus Milton :
cold septentrion blasts.! 14 We meet with the same thought in Shakspeare's Rape of Lucrece :
* This windy tempest, till it blow up rain,
Who should weep most for daughter or for wife.'
that tears shall drown the wind.' Again, in Troilus and Cressida :
• Where are my tears? rain, rain to lay this wind.' And in King John :
* This shower blown up by tempest of the soul.'