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Old Clif. I am resolv'd to bear a greater storm, Than any thou canst conjure up to-day; And that I'll write upon thy burgonet, Might I but know thee by thy house's badge. War. Now by my father's badge, old Nevil's crest, The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff, This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet

(As on a mountain top the cedar shews,
That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm),
Even to affright thee with the view thereof.

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Old Clif. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear, And tread it under foot with all contempt, Despight the bear-ward that protects the bear.

Y. Clif. And so to arms, victorious noble father, To quell these traitors, and their 'complices.

R. Plan. Fie! charity, for shame! speak not in spite,

For you

shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night.

Y. Clif. Foul stigmatick, that's more than thou canst

tell.

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R. Plan. If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in hell. [Exeunt severally.

The Field of Battle at Saint Alban's. Enter WARWICK.

War. Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick calls! And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear, Now when the angry trumpet sounds alarm,

And

And dead men's cries do fill the empty air-
Clifford, I say, come forth, and fight with me!
Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland,
Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms.

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Enter YORK.

How now, my noble lord? what, all a-foot ?
York. The deadly-handed Clifford slew my steed;
But match to match I have encounter'd him,
And made a prey for carrion kites and crows
Even of the bonny beast he lov'd so well.

Enter CLIFFORD.

War. Of one or both of us the time is come.

York. Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some other

chace,

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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. Clif. 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 shewn ignobly, and in treason.

York. So let it help me now against thy sword, 240 As I in justice and true right express it!

Clif.

Clif. My soul and body on the action both!York. A dreadful lay!—address thee instantly. [Fight, and CLIFFORD falls.

Clif. La fin couronne les oeuvres. [Dies. York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art still.

Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will! [Exit, Enter Young CLIFFORD.

Y. Clif. Shame and confusion! all is on the rout;
Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds
Where it should guard. O war, thou son of bell,
Whom angry heavens do make their minister,
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Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part
Hot coals of vengeance !-Let no soldier fly:
He, that is truly dedicate to war,

Hath no self-love; nor he, that loves himself,
Hath not essentially, but by circumstance,
The name of valour.-O, let the vile world end,

&

[Seeing his dead Father. And the premised flames of the last day Knit earth and heaven together!

Now let the general trumpet blow his blast,
Particularities and petty sounds
To cease!Wast thou ordain'd, dear father
To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve
The silver livery of advised age;

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And, in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, thus
To die in ruffian battle-Even at this sight,
My heart is turn'd to stone: and, while 'tis mine,

It

It shall be stony. York not our old men spares;
No more will I their babes: tears virginal
Shall be to me even as the dew to fire;
And beauty, that the tyrant oft reclaims,
Shall to my flaming wrath be oil and flax.
Henceforth, I will not have to do with pity:
Meet I an infant of the house of York,
Into as many gobbets will I cut it,
As wild Medea young Absyrtus did :
In cruelty will I seek out my fame.
Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's house;
[Taking up the Body.

As did Æneas old Anchises bear,
So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders:
But then Æneas bare a living load,
Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine.

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[Exit.

Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET, and SOMERSET, to

fight.

R. Plan. So, lie thou there;

[SOMERSET is killed. For, underneath an ale-house' paltry sign, The Castle in saint Alban's, Somerset Hath made the wizard famous in his death.

Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful still : Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill.

[Exit.

Fight.

Fight. Excursions. Enter King HENRY, Queen MARGARET, and others.

Q. Mar. Away, my lord, you are slow; for shame, away!

K. Henry. Can we out-run the heavens ? good Mar garet, stay.

Q. Mar. What are you made of? you'll nor fight, nor fly: 290

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) We shall to London get; where you are lov'd; And where this breach, now in our fortunes made, May readily be stopp'd..

Enter Young CLIFFORD.

Clif. But that my heart's on future mischief set,
I would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly ;
But fly you must; uncurable discomfit

Reigns in the hearts of all our present parts.
Away, for your relief! and we will live
To see their day, and them our fortune give;
Away, my lord, away!

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[Exeunt.

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