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KING HENRY 6(1HIRD PART)

King Henry, Son, Father, &c.

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K. Hen. Sad-hearted men, much overgone with

care,

Here sits a king more woful than you are.

Alarums. Excursions. Enter QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE OF WALES, and EXETER.

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Prince. Fly, father, fly; for all your friends are

fled,

'And Warwick rages like à chafed bull.

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Away! for death doth hold us in pursuit. 'Q. Mar. Mount you, my

post amain.

lord; towards Berwick

Edward and Richard, like a brace of greyhounds,

Having the fearful, flying hare in sight,

With fiery eyes, sparkling for very wrath,

And bloody steel grasp'd in their ireful hands,

Are at our backs; and therefore hence amain.

Exe. Away! for vengeance comes along with

them.

Nay, stay not to expostulate; make speed;

Or else come after: I'll away before.

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K. Hen. 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.

A loud alarum.

SCENE VI.

The same.

Enter CLIFFORD, wounded.

Clif. Here burns my candle out, ay, here it
dies,

Which, while it lasted, gave king Henry light.
O Lancaster! I fear thy overthrow,

More than my body's parting with my soul.
My love and fear glued many friends to thee;
'And, now I fall, thy tough commixtures melt.
Impairing Henry, strengthening mis-proud York,
The common people swarm like summer flies:
And whither fly the gnats, but to the sun?
And who shines now but Henry's enemies?
O Phœbus! hadst thou never given consent
That Phaeton should check thy fiery steeds,
Thy burning car never had scorch'd the earth :
And, Henry, hadst thou sway'd as kings should do,
Or as thy father and his father did,

Giving no ground unto the house of York,

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They never then had sprung like summer flies;

I, and ten thousand in this luckless realm,

Had left no mourning widows for our death;
And thou this day hadst kept thy chair in peace.

For what doth cherish weeds, but gentle air?

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And what makes robbers bold, but too much le

nity?

Bootless are plaints, and cureless are my wounds;

No way to fly, nor strength to hold out flight.

The foe is merciless, and will not pity;
For at their hands I have deserved no pity.
The air hath got into my deadly wounds,
And much effuse of blood doth make me faint.
Come, York, and Richard, Warwick, and the rest;
< I stabb'd your father's bosoms, split my breast.

[he faints.

Alarum and retreat. Enter EDWARD, GEORGE, RICHARD, MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and Soldiers.

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'Ed. Now breathe we, lords; good fortune bids

us pause,

And smoothe 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.

'But think you, lords, that Clifford fled with them? War. No, 'tis impossible he should escape; For, though before his face I speak the words,

Your brother Richard mark'd him for the grave;

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And, wheresoe'er he is, he's surely dead.

[Clifford groans, and dies. Ed. Whose soul is that which takes her heavy

leave?

Rich. A deadly groan, like life and death's departing.

Ed. See who it is; and, now the battle's ended, If friend or foe, let him be gently used.

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