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ACT II - SCENE VI. Another part of the field.
A loud alarum. Enter CLIFFORD, wounded

CLIFFORD
1    Here burns my candle out; ay, here it dies,
2    Which, whiles it lasted, gave King Henry light.
3    O Lancaster, I fear thy overthrow
4    More than my body's parting with my soul!
5    My love and fear glued many friends to thee;
6    And, now I fall, thy tough commixture melts.
7    Impairing Henry, strengthening misproud York,
8    The common people swarm like summer flies;
9    And whither fly the gnats but to the sun?
10   And who shines now but Henry's enemies?
11   O Phoebus, hadst thou never given consent
12   That Phaethon should cheque thy fiery steeds,
13   Thy burning car never had scorch'd the earth!
14   And, Henry, hadst thou sway'd as kings should do,
15   Or as thy father and his father did,
16   Giving no ground unto the house of York,
17   They never then had sprung like summer flies;
18   I and ten thousand in this luckless realm
19   Had left no mourning widows for our death;
20   And thou this day hadst kept thy chair in peace.
21   For what doth cherish weeds but gentle air?
22   And what makes robbers bold but too much lenity?
23   Bootless are plaints, and cureless are my wounds;
24   No way to fly, nor strength to hold out flight:
25   The foe is merciless, and will not pity;
26   For at their hands I have deserved no pity.
27   The air hath got into my deadly wounds,
28   And much effuse of blood doth make me faint.
29   Come, York and Richard, Warwick and the rest;
30   I stabb'd your fathers' bosoms, split my breast.
He faints

EDWARD
31   Now breathe we, lords: good fortune bids us pause,
32   And smooth the frowns of war with peaceful looks.
33   Some troops pursue the bloody-minded queen,
34   That led calm Henry, though he were a king,
35   As doth a sail, fill'd with a fretting gust,
36   Command an argosy to stem the waves.
37   But think you, lords, that Clifford fled with them?
WARWICK
38   No, 'tis impossible he should escape,
39   For, though before his face I speak the words
40   Your brother Richard mark'd him for the grave:
41   And wheresoe'er he is, he's surely dead.
CLIFFORD groans, and dies

EDWARD
42   Whose soul is that which takes her heavy leave?
RICHARD
43   A deadly groan, like life and death's departing.
EDWARD
44   See who it is: and, now the battle's ended,
45   If friend or foe, let him be gently used.
RICHARD
46   Revoke that doom of mercy, for 'tis Clifford;
47   Who not contented that he lopp'd the branch
48   In hewing Rutland when his leaves put forth,
49   But set his murdering knife unto the root
50   From whence that tender spray did sweetly spring,
51   I mean our princely father, Duke of York.
WARWICK
52   From off the gates of York fetch down the head,
53   Your father's head, which Clifford placed there;
54   Instead whereof let this supply the room:
55   Measure for measure must be answered.
EDWARD
56   Bring forth that fatal screech-owl to our house,
57   That nothing sung but death to us and ours:
58   Now death shall stop his dismal threatening sound,
59   And his ill-boding tongue no more shall speak.
WARWICK
60   I think his understanding is bereft.
61   Speak, Clifford, dost thou know who speaks to thee?
62   Dark cloudy death o'ershades his beams of life,
63   And he nor sees nor hears us what we say.
RICHARD
64   O, would he did! and so perhaps he doth:
65   'Tis but his policy to counterfeit,
66   Because he would avoid such bitter taunts
67   Which in the time of death he gave our father.
GEORGE
68   If so thou think'st, vex him with eager words.
RICHARD
69   Clifford, ask mercy and obtain no grace.
EDWARD
70   Clifford, repent in bootless penitence.
WARWICK
71   Clifford, devise excuses for thy faults.
GEORGE
72   While we devise fell tortures for thy faults.
RICHARD
73   Thou didst love York, and I am son to York.
EDWARD
74   Thou pitied'st Rutland; I will pity thee.
GEORGE
75   Where's Captain Margaret, to fence you now?
WARWICK
76   They mock thee, Clifford: swear as thou wast wont.
RICHARD
77   What, not an oath? nay, then the world goes hard
78   When Clifford cannot spare his friends an oath.
79   I know by that he's dead; and, by my soul,
80   If this right hand would buy two hour's life,
81   That I in all despite might rail at him,
82   This hand should chop it off, and with the
83   issuing blood
84   Stifle the villain whose unstanched thirst
85   York and young Rutland could not satisfy.
WARWICK
86   Ay, but he's dead: off with the traitor's head,
87   And rear it in the place your father's stands.
88   And now to London with triumphant march,
89   There to be crowned England's royal king:
90   From whence shall Warwick cut the sea to France,
91   And ask the Lady Bona for thy queen:
92   So shalt thou sinew both these lands together;
93   And, having France thy friend, thou shalt not dread
94   The scatter'd foe that hopes to rise again;
95   For though they cannot greatly sting to hurt,
96   Yet look to have them buzz to offend thine ears.
97   First will I see the coronation;
98   And then to Brittany I'll cross the sea,
99   To effect this marriage, so it please my lord.
EDWARD
100  Even as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, let it be;
101  For in thy shoulder do I build my seat,
102  And never will I undertake the thing
103  Wherein thy counsel and consent is wanting.
104  Richard, I will create thee Duke of Gloucester,
105  And George, of Clarence: Warwick, as ourself,
106  Shall do and undo as him pleaseth best.
RICHARD
107  Let me be Duke of Clarence, George of Gloucester;
108  For Gloucester's dukedom is too ominous.
WARWICK
109  Tut, that's a foolish observation:
110  Richard, be Duke of Gloucester. Now to London,
111  To see these honours in possession.
Exeunt
112  3 KING HENRY VI

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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
  • SCENE V
  • SCENE VI


  • 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


  • ACT V
  • SCENE I
  • SCENE II
  • SCENE III
  • SCENE IV
  • SCENE V
  • SCENE VI
  • SCENE VII

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