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K. Henry. Nay, take me with thee, good sweet Exeter: Nor that fear to stay, but love to go Whither the Queen intends. Forward, away. [Exeunt.
A loud Alarum. Enter Clifford wounded. Clif. Here burns my Candle out; ay, here it dies, Which whiles 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 glew'd many Fr ends to thee, [Falling. And now I fall, thy tough Commixtures melt, Impairing Henry, strengthning miss-proud York; And whither fly the Gnats, but to the Sun? And who shines now, but Henry's Enemies? O Phoebus ! hadit thou never giv'n consent, That Phaeton should check thy fiery Steeds, Thy burning Car never had scorch'd the Earth. And Henry, hadit thou sway'd as Kings should do, Or as thy Father, and his Faiher did, Giving no ground unto the House of York, 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? And what makes Robbers bold, but too much lenity? 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 deserv'd 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 ftabb’d your Father's Befom; split my Breast. [He faints
. Alarum and Retreat. Enter Edward, Warwick, Richard,
Mountague, Clarence, and Soldiers. Edw. Now breathe we Lords, good Fortune bids us pawse, And smooth the frowns of War with peaceful looks: Some Troops pursue the bloody-minded Queen, Tha: led calm Henry, though he were a King. As doth a Sail ølld with a fretting Gult,
Commard an Argofie
" Item the Waves : But think you Lords, that Clifford fled with them?
War. No, 'cis impossible he should escape: For though before his Face I speak the word, Your Brother Richard mark'd him for the Grave; And wherefoe'er he is, he's surely dead. [Clifford groans.
Rich. Whose Soul is that, which takes her heavy leave?
Edw. And now the Battel's ended,
Rich, Revoke that doom of Mercy, for 'tis Clifford,
War. From off the Gates of York fetch down the head,
Edw. Bring forth that fatal Screech-owl to our House
War. I think his understanding is bereft:
Rich. O would he did; and so, perhaps, he doth,
Cla. If so thou thinkst,
Rich. Clifford, ask Mercy, and obtain no Grace.
Cla. Where's Captain Margaret, to fence you now?
War. They mock thee, Clifford, Swear, as thou wast wont.
Rich. What, not an Oath ! Nay, then the World goes hard, When Clifford cannot spare his Friends an Oath: Į 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 Sufle the Villain, whose unftanched thirft York, and young Rutland, could not satisfie.
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 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, And then to Britany I'll cross the Sea, To effed this Marriagae, so it please my Lord,
Edw. Even as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, let it be; For on thy Shoulder do I build
Rich. Let me be Duke of Clarence, George of Gloster, For Gloʻster's Dukedom is too ominous,
War. Tut, that's a foolish observation: Richard, be Duke of Gloster : Now to London, To see these honours in poflellion.
ACT A C T III. S CE N E I.
Enter Sinklo, and Humphry, with Cross-bows in their
Nder this thick grown brake we'll shrowd our felves ;
For through this Laund anon the Deer will come,
Hump. I'll stay above the Hill, so both may shoot,
Enter King Henry with a Prayer-Book.
Sink. Ay, here's a Deer, whose Skin’s a Keeper's Fee;
K. Henry. Let me embrace the four Adversaries,
Hump. Why linger we? let us lay hands upon him.
K. Henry. My Queen and Son are gone to France for aid:
And Lewis a Prince foon won with moving Words :
Hum. Say, what art thou that talk'st of Kings, and Queens
K, Henry. More than I feem, and less ihan I was born to;
Hum. Ay, but thou talk'st as if thou wert a King.
K. Henry. My Crown is in my Heart, not on my Head:
Hum. Well, if you be a King crown'd with Concent,
K. Henry. But did you never swear, and break an Oath.
K. Henry. Where did you dwell when I was King of England?