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 a-foot? "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 lov'd so well. Enter Clifford. 'War. Of one or both of us the time is come. York. Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some other chace, For I myself must hunt this deer to death. Meet I an infant of the house of York, Into as many gobbets will I cut it, * As wild Medea young Absyrtus did: In cruelty will I seek out my fame. *Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's house; [Taking up the body 'As did Æneas old Anchises bear, So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders; * But then Æneas bare a living load, Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine. [Exit Enter Richard Plantagenet and Somerset, fight ing, and Somerset is killed. Rich. So, lie thou there ; For, underneath an ale-house' paltry sign, 1 War. Then, nobly, York; 'tis for a crown thou Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful still: fight'st. 'As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day, It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd. [Exit Warwick. Clif. What seest thou in me, York? Why dost thou pause? 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 *Priest pray for enemies, but princes kill. [Exit. Alarums: Excursions. Enter King Henry, Quee: Margaret, and others, retreating. * Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will!* [Exit. Enter Young Clifford. Y. Clif. Shame and confusion! all is on the rout; 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 valour.-O, let the vile world end, [Seeing his dead father. * And the premised flames of the last day Knit earth and heaven together! Now let the general trumpet blow his blast, * Particularities and petty sounds * To cease!-Wast thou ordain'd, dear father, And, in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, thus *It shall be stony. York not our old men spares; (1) A dreadful wager; a tremendous stake. Q. Mar. Away, my lord! you are slow; for shame, away! *K. Hen. Can we outrun the heavens? good Margaret, stay. * Q. Mar. What are you made of! you'll not fight, nor fly: * Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence, To give the enemy way: and to secure us By what we can, which can no more but fly. [Alarum afar off. If you be ta'en, we then should see the bottom Of all our fortunes: but if we haply 'scape (As well we may, if not through your neglect,) We shall to London get; where you are lov'd; *And where this breach, now in our fortunes made May readily be stopp'd, Enter Young Clifford. *Y. Clif. But that my heart's on future mischief set, * I would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly; *But fly you must; uncurable discomfit Reigns in the hearts of all our present parts. *Away, for your relief! and we will live To sce their day, and them our fortune give: * Away, my lord, away! [Exeunt. SCENE III.-Fields near Saint Albans. Alar um: Retreat. Flourish; then enter York, Rich ard Plantagenet, Warwick, and Soldiers, with drum and colours. "York. Of Salisbury, who can report of him; *That winter lion, who, in rage, forgets *Aged contusions and all brush of time;" And, like a gallant in the brow of youth, *Repairs him with occasion? this happy day Is not itself, nor have we won one foot, If Salisbury be lost. 'Rich. My noble father, Three times to-day I holp him to his horse, 'Three times bestrid him, thrice I led him off, Persuaded him from any further act: But still, where danger was, still there I met him; And like rich hangings in a homely house, *So was his will in his old felt body, *But, noble as he is, look where he comes Enter Salisbury. 'Sal. Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought to-day; By the mass, so did we all.-I thank you, Richard: "God knows, how long it is I have to live; And it hath pleased him, that three times to-day Being opposites of such repairing nature." 'For, as I hear, the king is fled to London, [Exeunt. (2) i. e. Being enemies that are likely so soon to rally and recover themselves from this defeat. 56) THIRD PART OF KING HENRY VI. King Henry the Sixth: Edward, prince of Wales, his son. Duke of Exeter, Earl of Oxford, Earl of Northumberland, PERSONS REPRESENTED. lords on King Henry's Richard Plantagenet, duke of York. George, afterwards duke of Clarence, Earl of Warwick, Earl of Pembroke, Lord Hastings, Lord Stafford, Sir John Mortimer, Sir Hugh Mortimer, Lady Grey, afterwards queen to Edward IV. his sons. Bona, sister to the French queen. Soldiers, and other attendants on King Henry and of the duke of York's Scene, during part of the third act, in France, party. ACT I. War. And so do I.-Victorious prince of York, Before I see thee seated in that throne SCENE I-London. The Parliament House. Which now the house of Lancaster usurps, Drums. Some soldiers of York's party break I vow by heaven, these eyes shall never close. in. Then, enter the Duke of York, Edward, This is the palace of the fearful king, Richard, Norfolk, Montague, Warwick, and others, with white roses in their hats. Warwick. I WONDER, how the king escap'd our hands. He slily stole away, and left his men : sons. What, is your grace dead, my lord of Somerset ? Rich. Thus do I hope to shake king Henry's 'Unless he seek to thrust you out by force. [They retire. * York. The queen this day, here holds her parliament, But little thinks we shall be of her council: War. The bloody parliament shall this be call'd, |