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Sad for the loss 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 murder'd, where I should not kill. [Exit:
K.Henry. Sad-hearted men, much overgone with care, Here fits a King more woful than you are.
SCE N E VIII. Alarms. Excursions. Enter the Queen, Prince of
Wales, and Exeter.
Exé. Away, for vengeance comes along with them.
Exeter ; Not that I fear to stay, but love to go Whither the Queen intends. Forward, away! [Exeunt:
S CE N E IX.
Lancaster! I fear thy overthrow,
ther be. Obsequious is here having but one fon, will grieve as careful of objequies, or of fune- much for that one, as Prium, who ral rites,
had many, could grieve for mary. to Priam was for all) i
My love and fear glew'd'many friends to thee'; [Falling.
[He faints. Alarm and Retreat. Enter Edward, Warwick, Ri
chard, Montague, Clarence, and Soldiers. Edw. Now breathe we, Lords, good fortune bids
1tby tough commixtures] read, yet perhaps an oppofition Perhaps better, the tough com- of images was meant, and Clifo mixtures.
ford faid, : No way to fly, nor Arength No way to fly, nor Arength to to bold our flight.] This line
bold out fight. is clear and proper as it is now Vol, V.
And smooth che frowns of war with peaceful looks:
War. No, 'tis impossible he should escape :
[Clifford groans. Rich. Whose soul is that which takes her hearty
Edw. And now the battle's ended,
Rich. Revoke that doom of mercy, for 'tis Clifford,
Edw. Bring forth that fatal screech-owl to our House,
War. I think, his understanding is bereft. -Speak, Clifford, dost thou know who speaks to thee?
like life and death's de- which Dr. Warburton bas reparting ] Sir T. Hanmer ceived. reads, like lije in death deferting,
Dark cloudy death o'er-shades his beams of life,
Ricb. O, 'would he did! and so, perhaps, he doth.
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 fell tortures for thy faults. Rich. Thou didst love York, and I am son to York. Edw. Thou pitied’It Rutland, I will pity thee. Cla. Where's Captain Margaret to fence you now? War. They mock thee, Clifford, swear as thou wast
Ricb. 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, If this right hand would buy but two hours' life, That I in all despight might rail at him, This hand should chop it off, and with the issuing blood Stifle the villain, whose unstanched thirst York and young Rutland could not satisfy.
War. Ay, but he's dead. Off with the traitor's head, And rear it in the place your father's stands. And now to London with triumphant March, There to be crowned England's royal King, From whence shall Warcvick cut the Sea to France, And ask the lady Bone for thy Queen ; So shalt thou finew 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 greacly sting to hurt, Yet look to have them buz t'offend thine ears. First, will I see the Coronation, • Enger words.] Sour words ; words of afperity. M 2
And then to Britanny I'll cross the sea,
my Lord. Edw. Ev'n'as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, let it be ; For ön thy shoulder do I build my
Ricb. Let me be Duke of Clarence; George, of Glofter; For Glöster's Dukedom is too ominous.
War. Tut, that's a foolish obfervation. Richard, be Duke of Gloster. Now to London, To see thefe honours in poffeffion.
A Wood in Lancashire.
Enter Sinklo and Humphry, with cross-bows in their
NDER this thick-grown brake we°H shroud pur
Hum. I'll stay above the hill, fo both may shoot,
Sink. That cannot be; the noise of thy cross-bow Will fcare che herd, and so my shoot is loft; Here stand we both, and aim we at the best, And, for the time shall not feem tedious, I'll tell thee what befel me on a day, In this self-place where now we mean to stand. Hum. Here comes a man, let's stay till he be paft. 4