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Sad for the loss of thee, having no more,

As Priam was for all his valiant fons. I'll bear thee hence, and let them fight that will; For I have murder'd, where I should not kill. [Exit:

K.Henry. Sad-hearted men, much overgone with care, Here fits a King more woful than you are.

SCE N E VIII. Alarms. Excursions. Enter the Queen, Prince of

Wales, and Exeter.
Princé. Fly; father, fly, for all your friends are fed ;
And Warwick rages like a chafed bull.
Away! for death doth hold us in pursuit.
Queen. Mount you, my Lord, towards Berwick post

amain.
Edward and Richard, like a brace of greyhounds
Having the fearful flying hare in sight,
With hery eyes sparkling for very wrath,
And bloody steel gralpt in their ireful hands,
Are at our backs, and therefore hence amain.

Exé. Away, for vengeance comes along with them.
-Nay, stay not to expoftulate, make speed;
Or elle come after, I'll away before.
K. Henry. 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:

S CE N E IX.
Å loud Alarm. Enter Clifford wounded:
Clif. Here burns my candle out; ay, here it dies,
Which, while it lasted, gave King Henry light.

Lancaster! I fear thy overthrow,
More than my body's parting with my foul.

ther be. Obsequious is here having but one fon, will grieve as careful of objequies, or of fune- much for that one, as Prium, who ral rites,

had many, could grieve for mary. to Priam was for all) i

My

My love and fear glew'd'many friends to thee'; [Falling.
And, now I fall, thy tough commixtures meli,
Impairing Henry; strengthn'ing mis-proud York.
The common People swarm like summer Alies;
And whither fly the gnats, but to the Sun ?
And who shines now, but Henry's enemies?
O Pbæbus! hadft thou never giv'n consent
That Phaeton should check thy fiery steeds,
Thy burning Car had never scorch'd the earth;
And Henry, hadft thou sway'd as Kings should do,
Or as thy father and his father did,
Giving no ground unto the House of York,
They never then had sprung like summer fies.
I, and ten thousand in this lucklefs Realm,
Had left no mourning widows for our death ;
And thou this day hadit 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 our flight.
The foe is merciless, and will not pity:
For at their hands I have defervid no pity.
The air hach got into my deadly wounds,
And much Effure of blood doch make me faint.
Come York, and Richard; Warwick, and the rest ;
I ftabb'd your fathers' bofoms, split my breast.

[He faints. Alarm and Retreat. Enter Edward, Warwick, Ri

chard, Montague, Clarence, and Soldiers. Edw. Now breathe we, Lords, good fortune bids

us pause;

1tby tough commixtures] read, yet perhaps an oppofition Perhaps better, the tough com- of images was meant, and Clifo mixtures.

ford faid, : No way to fly, nor Arength No way to fly, nor Arength to to bold our flight.] This line

bold out fight. is clear and proper as it is now Vol, V.

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And

And smooth che frowns of war with peaceful looks:
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 Argofie to stem the waves.
But think you, Lords, that Clifford Aed with them?

War. No, 'tis impossible he should escape :
For though before his face I speak the word,
Your brother Richard mark'd him for the grave:
And wheresoe'er he is, he's surely dead.

[Clifford groans. Rich. Whose soul is that which takes her hearty

leave?
A deadly groan, like life and death's departing. 9
See who it is.

Edw. And now the battle's ended,
If friend or foe, let him be gently used.

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 fent his murd'ring knife unto the root
From whence that cender 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 his supply the room.
Measure for Measure must be answered.

Edw. Bring forth that fatal screech-owl to our House,
That nothing sung but death to us and ours ;
Now death shall stop his dismal threatning sound,
And his ill-boading tongue no more thall speak.

War. I think, his understanding is bereft. -Speak, Clifford, dost thou know who speaks to thee?

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like life and death's de- which Dr. Warburton bas reparting ] Sir T. Hanmer ceived. reads, like lije in death deferting,

Dark

Dark cloudy death o'er-shades his beams of life,
And he nor fees, nor hears us what we say.

Ricb. O, 'would he did! and so, perhaps, he doth.
'Tis but his policy to counterfeit,
Because he would avoid such bitter taunts,
As in the time of death he gave our father.
Cla. 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. Cla. While we devise fell tortures for thy faults. Rich. Thou didst love York, and I am son to York. Edw. Thou pitied’It Rutland, I will pity thee. Cla. Where's Captain Margaret to fence you now? War. They mock thee, Clifford, swear as thou wast

wont.

Ricb. 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 but two hours' life, That I in all despight might rail at him, This hand should chop it off, and with the issuing blood 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 Warcvick cut the Sea to France, And ask the lady Bone for thy Queen ; So shalt thou finew 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 greacly sting to hurt, Yet look to have them buz t'offend thine ears. First, will I see the Coronation, • Enger words.] Sour words ; words of afperity. M 2

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And then to Britanny I'll cross the sea,
T'effect this marriage, so it please

my Lord. Edw. Ev'n'as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, let it be ; For ön 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 Glofter;
And George, of Clarence ; Warwick as ourself
Shall do and undò, as him pleafeth best.

Ricb. Let me be Duke of Clarence; George, of Glofter; For Glöster's Dukedom is too ominous.

War. Tut, that's a foolish obfervation. Richard, be Duke of Gloster. Now to London, To see thefe honours in poffeffion.

(Exeunt.

ACT III.

SCENE I.

A Wood in Lancashire.

Enter Sinklo and Humphry, with cross-bows in their

hands.

SIN KLO.

UNDE

elves

NDER this thick-grown brake we°H shroud pur

selves,
For through this laund anon the Deer will come,
And in this covert will we make our Stand,
Culling the principal of all the Deer.

Hum. I'll stay above the hill, fo both may shoot,

Sink. That cannot be; the noise of thy cross-bow Will fcare che herd, and so my shoot is loft; Here stand we both, and aim we at the best, And, for the time shall not feem tedious, I'll tell thee what befel me on a day, In this self-place where now we mean to stand. Hum. Here comes a man, let's stay till he be paft. 4

Enter

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