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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

your

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.

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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

now?

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.

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Alas, poor

The wanton Edward, and the lusty George?
· And where's that valiant crookback prodigy,
Dicky, your boy, that, with his grumbling voice,
Was wont to cheer his dad in mutinies?
Or, with the rest, where is your darling Rutland ?
Look, York; I stain'd this napkin? with the blood
That valiant Clifford, with his rapier's point,
Made issue from the bosom of the boy :
And, if thine eyes can water for his death,
I give thee this to dry thy cheeks withal.

York! but that I hate thee deadly,
I should lament thy miserable state.
I pr’ythee, grieve, to make me merry, York;
Stamp, rave, and fret, that I may sing and dance.
What, hath thy fiery heart so parch'd thine entrails, 1
That not a tear can fall for Rutland's death?

Why art thou patient, man? thou should'st be mad;
* And I, to make thee mad, do mock thee thus.
Thou would'st be fee'd, I see, to make me sport;
York cannot speak, unless he wear a crown.-
A crown for York;—and, lords, bow low to him.-
Hold

you

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 ;

7 Handkerchief.

• 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.
But how is it that great Plantagenet
Is crown'd so soon, and broke his solemn oath?
As I bethink me, you should not be king,
Till our King Henry had shook hands with death.
And will you pale your head in Henry's glory
And rob his temples of the diadem,
Now in his life, against your holy oath ?
O, 'tis a fault too too unpardonable!-
Off with the crown; and, with the crown, his head;
And, whilst we breathe, take time to do him dead 10.
Clif. That is

my
office, for

my

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 ?
But that thy face is, visorlike, unchanging,
Made impudent with use of evil deeds,
I would assay, proud queen, to make thee blush:
To tell thee whence thou cam’st, of whom deriv’d,
Were shame enough to shame thee, wert thou not

shameless.
Thy father bears the type 11 of king of Naples,
Of both the Sicils, and Jerusalem;
Yet not so wealthy as an English yeoman.
Hath that poor monarch taught thee to insult?
It needs not, nor it boots thee not, proud queen;
Unless the adage must be verified,
That beggars, mounted, run their horse to death.
9 Impale, encircle with a crown.

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.

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'Tis beauty, that doth oft make women proud;
But, God he knows, thy share thereof is small:
'Tis virtue, that doth make them most admir'd;
The contrary doth make thee wonder'd at:
'Tis government 12, that makes them seem divine;
The want thereof makes thee abominable:
Thou art as opposite to every good,
As the-Antipodes are unto us,
Or as the south to the septentrion 13.
0, tiger's heart, wrapp'd in a woman's hide!
How could'st thou drain the life-blood of the child,
To bid the father wipe his eyes withal,
And yet be seen to bear a woman's face?
Women are soft, mild, pitiful, and flexible ;
• Thou stern, obdurate, flinty, rough, remorseless.
* Bidd'st thou me rage, why, now thou hast thy wish:
Would'st have me weep? why, now thou hast thy

will:
For raging wind blows up incessant showers.
And, when the rage allays, the rain begins 14.
These tears are my sweet Rutland's obsequies ;

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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,
'Held back his sorrow's tide, to make it more:
At last it rains, and busy winds give o'er,
Then son and father weep with equal strife,

Who should weep most for daughter or for wife.'
And in Macbeth :-

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.'

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