Fath. Thefe arms of mine fhall be thy winding-fheet, My heart, fweet boy, fhall be thy fepulchre, For from my heart thine image ne'er fhall go. My fighing breaft fhall be thy funeral bell: And fo obfequious will thy father be, Sad for the lofs 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 murther'd where I fhould not kill. K. Henry. Sad-hearted men, much overgone Here fits a King more woful than you are. [Exit. with care, Alarums. Excurfions. 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: Away, for death doth hold us in pursuit. [amain. Q. Mar. Mount you, my Lord, towards Berwick post Edward and Richard, like a brace of grey-hounds With fiery eyes fparkling for very wrath, Exe. Away; for vengeance comes along with them. Or elfe come after, I'll away before. K. Henry. Nay, take me with thee, good fweet Exeter; Not that I fear to ftay, but love to go Whither the Queen intends. Forward, away! [Exeunt. A loud Alarum. Enter Clifford wounded. Clif. Here burns my candle out; ay, here it dies, Which while it lafted, gave King Henry light. O Lancaster! I fear thy overthrow, More More than my body's parting with my foul. My love and fear glew'd many friends to thee, [Falling. Giving no ground unto the houfe of York, And much effufe of blood doth make me faint: I ftabb'd your father's bofom; fplit my breaft. [He faints. Edw. Now breathe we, Lords, good fortune bids us pause, And smooth the 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 guft Command an Argofie to ftem the waves. But think you, Lords, that Clifford fled with them? War. No, 'tis impoffible he fhould efcape: For though before his face I fpeak the word, Your brother Richard mark'd him for the grave; And wherefoe'er he is, he's furely dead. [Clifford groans. Rich. Whofe foul is that which takes her heavy leave? A deadly groan, like life +'in death` departing. See who it is. Edw. And now the battel'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, 5 Set his fell murth'ring knife unto the root From whence that tender fpray did fweetly fpring, 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; Inftcad whereof let his fupply the room. Measure for measure must be answered. Edw. Bring forth that fatal fcreech-owl to our houfe, Speak, Clifford, doft thou know who speaks to thee? Rich. O, would he did! and fo perhaps he doth. 'Tis but his policy to counterfeit, Because he would avoid fuch bitter taunts Cla. If fo thou think'ft, vex him with eager words, Edw. 4 and death's 5 But fet his Edw. Thou pitied'ft Rutland, I will pity thee.. I know by that he's dead; and by my foul, This hand fhould chop it off; and with the iffuing blood York and young Rutland could not fatisfie. War. Ay, but he's dead. Off with the traitor's head, And rear it in the place your father's ftands. And now to London with triumphant march, There to be crowned England's royal King: From whence fhall Warwick cut the fea to France, And ask the Lady Bona for thy Queen. So fhalt thou finew both thefe lands together. And having France thy friend, thou shalt not dread The scatter'd foe that hopes to rife again: For though they cannot greatly fting to hurt, Yet look to have them buz t' offend thine ears. Firft will I fee the coronation, And then to Britany I'll cross the sea, T' effect this marriage, so it please my Lord. Edw. Ev'n as thou wilt, fweet Warwick, let it be; For on thy fhoulder do I build feat: my And never will I undertake the thing Wherein thy counsel and confent is wanting. And George, of Clarence; Warwick as our felf Shall do and undo, as him pleafeth beft. Rich. Let me be Duke of Clarence; George, of Gloʼster ; For Glofter's Dukedom is too ominous. War. Tut, that's a foolish obfervation: Richard, be Duke of Glo'fter: now to London, [Exeunt. A C T III. SCENE I. A Foreft in the North of England. Enter Sinklo and Humphry, with cross-bows in their bands. SINK LO. UNDER this thick-grown brake we'll shroud our felves, 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 ftay above the hill, fo both may fhoot. In this felf-place where now we mean to ftand. K. Henry. From Scotland am I ftol'n ev'n of pure love, Thy place is fill'd, thy fcepter wrung from thee, Sink. Ay, here's a deer, whofe skin's a keeper's fee: This is the quondam King, let's feize upon him. K. Henry. Let me embrace these four adversities; For wife men say it is the wifeft course. Hum, Why linger we? let us lay hands upon him. |