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I am a king, and privileg'd to speak. !,.. Clif. My liege, the wound, that bred this meeting here,
1330 Cannot be cur'd by words; therefore be still.
Rich. Then, executioner, unsheath thy sword:
Edw. Say, Henry, shall I have my right, or no? A thousand men have broke their faşts to-day, That ne'er shall dine, unless thou yield the crown.
War. If thou deny, their blood upon thy head ; For York in justice puts his armour on. Prince. If that be right, which Warwick says is right,
340 There is no wrong, but every thing is right.
Rich. Whoever got thee, there thy mother stands ; For, well I wot, thou hast thy mother's tongue.
Queen. But thou art neither like thy sire, nor dam; But like a foul mis-shapen stigmatick, Mark'd by the destinies to be avoided, As venom'd toads, or lizards' dreadful stings.
Rich. Iron of Naples, hid with English gilt, Whose father bears the title of a king (As if a channel should be call'd the sea), Sham'st thou not, knowing whence thou art extraught, To let thy tongue detect thy base-born heart? Edw. A wisp of straw were worth a thousand
crowns, To make this shameless callat know herself.... Helen of Greece was fairer far than thou,
350 367 Enter RICHARD.
Although thy husband may be Menelaus ;
370 Had slipp'd our claim until another age. Cla. But, when we saw our sun-shine made thy
spring, And that thy sunmer bred us no increase, We set the axe to thy usurping root : And though the edge hath something hit ourselves, Yet, kņow thou, since we have begun to strike, We'll never leave, 'till we have hewn thee down, Or bath'd thy growing with our heated bloods. Edw. And, in this resolution, I defy thee;
I Not willing any
further conference, Since thou deny'st the gentle king to speak.Sound trumpets !-let our bloody colours wave ! And either vịctory, or else a grave. Queen. Stay, Edward.
Edw. No, wrangling woman, I'll no longer stay: Thy words will cost ten thousand lives to-day.
A Field of Battle, at Ferrybridge in Yorkshire. Alarum.
Excursions. Enter WARWICK,
Enter EDWARD, running.
death! For this world frowns, and Edward's sun is clouded. War. How now, my lord ? what hap? what hope
Cla. Our hap is loss, our hope but sad despair ;
Edw. Bootless is flight, they follow us with wings; And weak we are, and cannot shun pursuit.
. Rich. Ah, Warwick, why hast thou withdrawn thyself?
400 Thy brother's blood the thirsty earth hath drunk, Broach'd with the steely point of Clifford's lance : And, in the very pangs of death, he cry'dLike to a dismal clangor heard from farWarwick, revenge! brother, revenge my death! So, underneath the belly of their steeds, That stain'd their fetlocks in his smoking blood, The noble gentleman gave up the ghost. War. Then let the earth be drunken with qur
,blood : I'll kill my horse, because I will not fly.
410 Why stand we like soft-hearted women here, Wailing our losses, whiles the foe doth rage ; And look upon, as if the tragedy Were play'd in jest by counterfeiting actors ? Here on my knee I vow to God above, I'll never pause again, never stand still, 'Till either death hath clos'd these eyes of mine, Or fortune given me measure of revenge.
Edw. O Warwick, I do bend my knee with thine ; And, in this vow, do chain my soul to thine.-. 420 And, erę my knee rise from the earth's cold face, I throw my hands, mine eyes, my heart to Thee, Thou setter up and plucker down of kings ! Beseeching thee if with thy will it stands, That to my foes this body must be prey
Yet that the brazen gates of heaven may ope,
Another Part of the Field. Excursions. Enter RICH
ARD, and CLIFFORD. Rich. Now, Clifford, I have singled thee alone : Suppose, this arm is for the duke of York, And this for Rutland; both bound to revenge, Wert thou environ'd with a brazen wall, Eiii