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* Hath clapped his tail between his legs, and cried. *And such a piece of service will you do, * If you oppose yourselves to match lord Warwick. * Clif. Hence, heap of wrath, foul, indigested lump, . * As crooked in thy manners as thy shapel * York. Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly anon. * Clif. Take heed, lest by your heat you burn yourselves. * K. Hen. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to bow * * Old Salisbury, shame to thy silver hair, * Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sick son — *What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the ruffian, * And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles? *O, where is faith? O, where is loyalty P * If it be banished from the frosty head, * Where shall it find a harbor in the earth P*Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war, * And shame thine honorable age with blood? *Why art thou old, and want'st experience P * Or wherefore dost abuse it, if thou hast it? * For shame! in duty bend thy knee to me, * That bows unto the grave with mickle age. *Sal. My lord, I have considered with myself * The title of this most renowned duke; *And in my conscience do repute his grace * The rightful heir to England's royal seat. * K. Hen. Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto me? * Sal. I have. * K. Hen. Canst thou dispense with Heaven for such an oath F * Sal. It is great sin, to swear unto a sin; *But greater sin, to keep a sinful oath. * Who can be bound by any solemn vow * To do a murderous deed, to rob a man, *To force a spotless virgin's chastity, *To reave the orphan of his patrimony, *To wring the widow from her customed right; WOL's IV, 54

* And have no other reason for this wrong, *But that he was bound by a solemn oath f * Q. Mar. A subtle traitor needs no sophister. K. Hen. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm himself. * York. Call Buckingham and all the friends thou hast, ‘ I am resolved for death or dignity. Clif. The first, I warrant thee, if dreams prove true. * War. You were best to go to bed, and dream again, $. To keep thee from the tempest of the field. Clif. I am resolved 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 household badge. War. Now, by my father's badge, old Nevil's crest, The rampant bear chained to the ragged staff, This day I’ll wear aloft my burgonet, (As on a mountain top the cedar shows, That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm,) Even to affright thee with the view thereof. Clif. And from thy burgonet I’ll rend thy bear, And tread it under foot with all-contempt, * Despite the bearward that protects the bear. * Y. Clif. And so to arms, victorious father, * To quell the rebels, and their 'complices. Rich. Fie! charity, for shame! speak not in spite, For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night. * Y. Clif. Foul stigmatic,” that's more than thou canst tell. * Rich. If not in heaven, you’ll surely sup in hell. - [Eveunt severally. SCENE II. Saint Albans.

1 A burgonet is a helmet; a Burgundian's steel cap or casque.

2 One on whom nature has set a mark of deformity, a stigma. It was, originally and properly, “a person who had been branded with a hot iron for some crime.” --

Alarums: Eaccursions. 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 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.

Enter York.

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

Enter CLIFFoRD. War. Of one or both of us the time is come. York. Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some other chase, 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 unassailed. [Exit WARwick. Clif. What seest thou in me, York why dost thou pause P • 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 shown ignobly, and in treason. * York. So let it help me now against thy sword, * As I in justice and true right express it! * Clif. My soul and body on the action both !— York. A dreadful lay !"—address thee instantly. - [They fight, and CLIFFORD falls. ‘Clif. La fin couronne les ouvres. [Dies.” ‘York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art still. - * Peace with his soul, Heaven, if it be thy will ! [Eart.

Enter Young CLIFFoRD.

*Y. Clif. Shame and confusion all is on the rOUlt : “... *Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds *Where it should guard. O war, thou son of hell, *Whom angry Heavens do make their minister, * 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 valor.—O, let the vile world end,

[Seeing his dead father.

1 A dreadful wager.

2 The author, in making Clifford fall by the hand of York, has departed from the truth of history, a practice not uncommon with him when he does his utmost to make his characters considerable. This circumstance, however, serves to prepare the reader or spectator for the vengeance afterwards taken by Clifford's son on York and Rutland. At the beginnin of the third part of this drama, the Poet has forgot this circumstance, an there represents Clifford's death as it really happened:—

“Lord Clifford, and lord Stafford, all abreast,
Charged our main battle's front, and breaking in,
Were by the swords of common soldiers slain.”

These lines were adopted by Shakspeare from The True Tragedy of Richard Duke of York, upon which the Third Part of King Henry VI. is founded.

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