Alarums: Excursions. Enter QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE of WALES, and EXETer.

Prince. Fly, father, fly! for all your friends are fled,

'And Warwick rages like a chafed bull:

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Away! for death doth hold us in pursuit.

'Q. Mar. Mount you, my lord, towards Berwick post amain,

Edward and Richard, like a brace of greyhounds Having the fearful flying hare in sight,

With fiery eyes, sparkling for very wrath,

And bloody steel grasp'd in their ireful hands,
Are at our backs; and therefore hence amain.

Exe. Away! for vengeance comes along with
them;

Nay, stay not to expostulate, make speed;

Or else come after, I'll away before.

'K. Hen. Nay, take me with thee, good sweet Exeter;

'Not that I fear to stay, but love to go

Whither the queen intends. Forward; away! [Exeunt.

SCENE VI.

The same.

A loud Alarum. Enter CLIFFORD, wounded1.

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Clif. Here burns my candle out, ay, here it dies, Which, while it lasted, gave King Henry light. O, Lancaster! I fear thy overthrow,

1 In the old play the stage direction adds, with an arrow in his neck. It is thought that Beaumont and Fletcher ridiculed this by introducing Ralph, the grocer's prentice, in the Knight of the Burning Pestle, with a forked arrow through his head. The circumstance is related by Holinshed, p. 664 :- The Lord Clifford, either for heat or paine, putting off his gorget suddenlie, with an arrow (as some saie) without a head, was stricken into the throte, and immediately rendered his spirit.'

More than my body's parting with my soul.
My love, and fear, glew'd many friends to thee;
And, now I fall, thy tough commixtures melt.
Impairing Henry, strength'ning mis-proud York,
The common people swarm like summer flies:
And whither fly the gnats, but to the sun??
And who shines now but Henry's enemies?
O Phœbus! hadst thou never given consent
That Phaeton should check thy fiery steeds,
Thy burning car never had scorch'd the earth:
And, Henry, hadst thou sway'd as kings should do,
Or as thy father, and his father did,

Giving no ground unto the house of York,

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They never then had sprung like summer flies; • I, and ten thousand in this luckless realm, Had left no mourning widows for our death, And thou this day hadst kept thy chair in peace. For what doth cherish weeds but gentle air?

And what makes robbers bold, but too much lenity? Bootless are plaints, and cureless are my wounds; No way to fly, nor strength to hold out flight: The foe is merciless, and will not pity; For at their hands I have deserv'd no pity. • The air hath got into my deadly wounds, 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 and retreat. Enter EDWARD, GEORGE, RICHARD, MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and Soldiers.

Edw. Now breathe we, lords; good fortune bids us pause,

2 Hence perhaps originated the following passage in The Bard of Gray:

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The swarm that in thy noontide beam were born,
Gone to salute the rising morn.'

And smooth the frowns of war with peaceful

looks 3.

* Some troops pursue the bloody-minded queen;That led calm Henry, though he were a king,

As doth a sail, fill'd with a fretting gust,

• Command an argosy to stem the waves.

'But think you, lords, that Clifford fled with them?
War. No, 'tis impossible he should escape:
For, though before his face I speak the words,
Your brother Richard mark'd him for the grave:
And, wheresoe'er he is, he's surely dead.

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[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.

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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,

Your father's head, which Clifford placed there : Instead whereof, let this supply the room;

Measure for measure must be answered.

Edw. Bring forth that fatal screechowl to our house,

3 Thus in King Richard III.:

'Grim visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front.'

4 Departing for separation. To depart, in old language, is to part. Thus in the old marriage service :— Till death us depart.'

That nothing sung but death 5 to us and ours:

Now death shall stop his dismal threatening sound. And his ill boding tongue no more shall speak. [Attendants bring the Body forward. War. I think his understanding is bereft:Speak, 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,
Which in the time of death he gave our father.
Geo. If so thou think'st, vex him with eager words.
Rich. Clifford, ask mercy, and obtain no grace,
Edw. Clifford, repent in bootless penitence.
War. Clifford, devise excuses for thy faults.
Geo. While we devise fell tortures for thy faults.
'Rich. Thou didst love York, and I am son to
York.

Edw. Thou pitied'st Rutland, I will pity thee.
Geo. Where's Captain Margaret, to fence you now?
War. They mock thee, Clifford! swear as thou

wast wont.

· Rich. What, not an oath? nay, then the world goes hard,

• When Clifford cannot spare his friends an oath; I know by that, he's dead; And, by my soul, • If this right hand would buy two hours' life, That I in all despite might rail at him,

This hand should chop it off; and with the issuing blood

5 We have this also in King Richard III.:

'Out on you, owls! nothing but songs of death.'

6 Sour words; words of asperity. Verie eagre or sowre: peracerbus.-Baret.

Stifle the villain, whose unstanched thirst

York and young Rutland could not satisfy.

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 whence 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
The scatter'd foe, that hopes to rise again:

For though they cannot greatly sting to hurt,
Yet look to have them buz, to offend thine ears.
First, will I see the coronation;

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.— Richard, I will create thee duke of Gloster ;'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 ominous7.

War. Tut, that's a foolish observation; Richard, be duke of Gloster: Now to London, To see these honours in possession. [Exeunt.

7 Alluding to the deaths of Thomas of Woodstock and Humphrey, dukes of Gloster. The author of the old play, in which this line is found, had a passage of Hall's Chronicle in his thoughts, in which the unfortunate ends of those who had borne the title is recounted: he thus concludes:- So that this name of Gloucester is taken for an unhappie and unfortunate stile, as the proverb speaks of Segane's horse, whose ryder was ever unhorsed, and whose possessor was ever brought to miserie.'