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K. Henry. Sad-hearted men, much overgone with care,
WALES, and Exeter.
Exe. Away! for vengeance comes along with them :
A loud Alarum. Enter CLIFFORD, wounded. Clif Here burns my candle out, ay, here it dies, Which, while it lasted, gave king Henry light.
Ah, Lancaster! I fear thine overthrow,
Alarum, Alarun, and Retreat. Enter EDWARD, CLARENCE, RICHARD, MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and Soldiers. 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 gust, Command an argosy to stem the waves.
690 But think you, lords, that Clifford flew with them?
War. No, 'tis impossible he should escape :
[CLIFFORD groans, and dies. Edw. Whose soul is that which takes her heavy
leave? Rich. A deadly groan, like life and death's depart
ing. Edw. See who it is : and, now the battle's ended, If friend, or foe, let him be gently us’d.
Rich. Revoke that doom of mercy, for 'tis Clifford; Who not contented that he lopp'd the branch 641 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, F
Your father's head, which Clifford placed there :
[ Attendants bring the Body forward. War. I think his understanding is bereft :Say, Clifford, dost thou know who speaks to thee i 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 660 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 fel} tortures for thy faults. Rich. Thou didst love York, and I am son to York. · Edw. Thou pitied'st Rutland, I will pity thee. Cla. Where's captain Margaret, to fence you now? War. They mock thee, Clifford; swear as thou wast wont.
670 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,
War. Ay, but he's dead: Off with the traitor's head, And rear it in the place your father's stands.
680 And now to London with triumphant march, There to be crowned England's royal king. From thence 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;
690 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;
700 For Gloster's dukedom is too ominous. Fij