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ACT V - SCENE II. Saint Alban's.
Alarums to the battle. Enter WARWICK

WARWICK
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?
YORK
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.
Enter CLIFFORD

WARWICK
13   Of one or both of us the time is come.
YORK
14   Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some other chase,
15   For I myself must hunt this deer to death.
WARWICK
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.
Exit

CLIFFORD
19   What seest thou in me, York? why dost thou pause?
YORK
20   With thy brave bearing should I be in love,
21   But that thou art so fast mine enemy.
CLIFFORD
22   Nor should thy prowess want praise and esteem,
23   But that 'tis shown ignobly and in treason.
YORK
24   So let it help me now against thy sword
25   As I in justice and true right express it.
CLIFFORD
26   My soul and body on the action both!
YORK
27   A dreadful lay! Address thee instantly.
They fight, and CLIFFORD falls

CLIFFORD
28   La fin couronne les oeuvres.
Dies

YORK
29   Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art still.
30   Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will!
Exit

Enter YOUNG CLIFFORD

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

RICHARD
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.
Exit

QUEEN MARGARET
73   Away, my lord! you are slow; for shame, away!
KING HENRY VI
74   Can we outrun the heavens? good Margaret, stay.
QUEEN MARGARET
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

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!
Exeunt

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Scene Index
ACT I
  • SCENE I
  • SCENE II
  • SCENE III
  • SCENE IV


  • ACT II
  • SCENE I
  • SCENE II
  • SCENE III
  • SCENE IV


  • ACT III
  • SCENE I
  • SCENE II
  • SCENE III


  • ACT IV
  • SCENE I
  • SCENE II
  • SCENE III
  • SCENE IV
  • SCENE V
  • SCENE VI
  • SCENE VII
  • SCENE VIII
  • SCENE IX
  • SCENE X


  • ACT V
  • SCENE I
  • SCENE II
  • SCENE III

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