1 Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick calls: 2 And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear, 3 Now, when the angry trumpet sounds alarum 4 And dead men's cries do fill the empty air, 5 Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with me: 6 Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland, 7 Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms. Enter YORK 8 How now, my noble lord? what, all afoot?
9 The deadly-handed Clifford slew my steed, 10 But match to match I have encounter'd him 11 And made a prey for carrion kites and crows 12 Even of the bonny beast he loved so well.
13 Of one or both of us the time is come.
14 Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some other chase, 15 For I myself must hunt this deer to death.
16 Then, nobly, York; 'tis for a crown thou fight'st. 17 As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day, 18 It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd.
19 What seest thou in me, York? why dost thou pause?
20 With thy brave bearing should I be in love, 21 But that thou art so fast mine enemy.
22 Nor should thy prowess want praise and esteem, 23 But that 'tis shown ignobly and in treason.
24 So let it help me now against thy sword 25 As I in justice and true right express it.
26 My soul and body on the action both!
27 A dreadful lay! Address thee instantly.
They fight, and CLIFFORD falls
28 La fin couronne les oeuvres.
29 Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art still. 30 Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will!
Enter YOUNG CLIFFORD
31 Shame and confusion! all is on the rout; 32 Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds 33 Where it should guard. O war, thou son of hell, 34 Whom angry heavens do make their minister 35 Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part 36 Hot coals of vengeance! Let no soldier fly. 37 He that is truly dedicate to war 38 Hath no self-love, nor he that loves himself 39 Hath not essentially but by circumstance 40 The name of valour. Seeing his dead father 41 O, let the vile world end, 42 And the premised flames of the last day 43 Knit earth and heaven together! 44 Now let the general trumpet blow his blast, 45 Particularities and petty sounds 46 To cease! Wast thou ordain'd, dear father, 47 To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve 48 The silver livery of advised age, 49 And, in thy reverence and thy chair-days, thus 50 To die in ruffian battle? Even at this sight 51 My heart is turn'd to stone: and while 'tis mine, 52 It shall be stony. York not our old men spares; 53 No more will I their babes: tears virginal 54 Shall be to me even as the dew to fire, 55 And beauty that the tyrant oft reclaims 56 Shall to my flaming wrath be oil and flax. 57 Henceforth I will not have to do with pity: 58 Meet I an infant of the house of York, 59 Into as many gobbets will I cut it 60 As wild Medea young Absyrtus did: 61 In cruelty will I seek out my fame. 62 Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's house: 63 As did AEneas old Anchises bear, 64 So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders; 65 But then AEneas bare a living load, 66 Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine.
Exit, bearing off his father
67 So, lie thou there; 68 For underneath an alehouse' paltry sign, 69 The Castle in Saint Alban's, Somerset 70 Hath made the wizard famous in his death. 71 Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful still: 72 Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill.
73 Away, my lord! you are slow; for shame, away!
KING HENRY VI
74 Can we outrun the heavens? good Margaret, stay.
75 What are you made of? you'll nor fight nor fly: 76 Now is it manhood, wisdom and defence, 77 To give the enemy way, and to secure us 78 By what we can, which can no more but fly. Alarum afar off 79 If you be ta'en, we then should see the bottom 80 Of all our fortunes: but if we haply scape, 81 As well we may, if not through your neglect, 82 We shall to London get, where you are loved 83 And where this breach now in our fortunes made 84 May readily be stopp'd.
Re-enter YOUNG CLIFFORD
85 But that my heart's on future mischief set, 86 I would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly: 87 But fly you must; uncurable discomfit 88 Reigns in the hearts of all our present parts. 89 Away, for your relief! and we will live 90 To see their day and them our fortune give: 91 Away, my lord, away!