Cade. Fie on ambition! Fie on myself, that have a sword, and yet am ready to famish! These five days have I hid me in these woods and durst not peep out, for all the country is laid for me; but now am I so hungry that if I might have a lease of my life for a thousand [5 years I could stay no longer. Wherefore, on a brick wall have I climb'd into this garden, to see if I can eat grass, or pick a sallet another while, which is not amiss to cool a man's stomach this hot weather. And I think this [10 word "sallet was born to do me good; for many a time, but for a sallet, my brain-pan had

Enter EDWARD and RICHARD, with forces. See where they come; I'll warrant they'll make it good.

Enter CLIFFORD [and his Son, YOUNG CLIFFORD, with forces].

Queen. And here comes Clifford to deny their bail.

Clif. Health and all happiness to my lord the King! [Kneels.] York. I thank thee, Clifford. Say, what news with thee?

Nay, do not fright us with an angry look. We are thy sovereign, Clifford, kneel again; For thy mistaking so, we pardon thee.

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Clif. This is my king, York, I do not mistake;

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York. Look in a glass, and call thy image so. I am thy king, and thou a false-heart traitor. Call hither to the stake my two brave bears, That with the very shaking of their chains They may astonish these fell-lurking curs. Bid Salisbury and Warwick come to me. Enter the EARLS OF WARWICK and SALISBURY [with forces].

Clif. Are these thy bears? We'll bait thy bears to death,

And manacle the bear-ward in their chains, 149 If thou dar'st bring them to the baiting place. Rich. Oft have I seen a hot o'erweening

Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sick son! What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the

ruffian,

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And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles?
O, where is faith? O, where is loyalty?
If it be banish'd from the frosty head,
Where shall it find a harbour in the earth?
Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war,
And shame thine honourable age with blood?
Why art thou old and want'st experience?
Or wherefore dost abuse it, if thou hast it?
For shame! In duty bend thy knee to me
That bows unto the grave with mickle age.
Sal. My lord, I have considered with my-
self

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Sal. It is great sin to swear unto a sin, But greater sin to keep a sinful oath. Who can be bound by any solemn vow To do a murd'rous deed, to rob a man, To force a spotless virgin's chastity, To reave the orphan of his patrimony, To wring the widow from her custom'd right, And have no other reason for this wrong But that he was bound by a solemn oath? Queen. A subtle traitor needs no sophister. King. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm himself.

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The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff,
This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet,
As on a mountain top the cedar shows
That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm,
Even to affright thee with the view thereof.
Clif. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy
bear

And tread it under foot with all contempt,
Despite the bear-ward that protects the bear. 210
Y. Clif. And so to arms, victorious father,
To quell the rebels and their complices.

Rich. Fie! charity, for shame! speak not in spite,

For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night. Y. Clif. Foul stigmatic, that's more than thou canst tell.

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Rich. If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in hell. [Exeunt [severally].

[SCENE II. Saint Alban's, near the Castle inn.] [Alarums to the battle.] Enter WARWICK. War. Clifford of Cumberland, 't is Warwick calls!

An if thou dost not hide thee from the bear, Now, when the angry trumpet sounds alarum And dead men's cries do fill the empty air, Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with me. 5 Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland, Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms. Enter YORK.

How now, my noble lord! what, all afoot? York. The deadly-handed Clifford slew my steed,

But match to match I have encount'red him 10
And made a prey for carrion kites and crows
Even of the bonny beast he lov'd so well.
Enter old CLIFFORD.

War. Of one or both of us the time is come. York. Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some other chase, For I myself must hunt this deer to death. War. Then, nobly, York; 't is for a crown thou fight'st.

As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day,
It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd.

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[Exit. Clif. What seest thou in me, York? Why dost thou pause?

York. With thy brave bearing should I be in love,

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But that thou art so fast mine enemy.
Clif. Nor should thy prowess want praise

and esteem,

But that 't is shown ignobly and in treason. York. So let it help me now against thy

sword

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As I in justice and true right express it.
Clif. My soul and body on the action both!
York. A dreadful lay! Address thee in-

stantly. [They fight, and Clifford falls.] Clif. La fin couronne les œuvres. [Dies.] York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art still.

Peace with his soul, Heaven, if it be thy will! 30 [Exit.]

Particularities and petty sounds

To cease! Wast thou ordain'd, dear father, 45
To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve
The silver livery of advised age,

And, in thy reverence and thy chair-days, thus
To die in ruffian battle? Even at this sight
My heart is turn'd to stone; and while 't is
mine,

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It shall be stony. York not our old men spares;
No more will I their babes. Tears virginal
Shall be to me even as the dew to fire,
And beauty that the tyrant oft reclaims
Shall to my flaming wrath be oil and flax.
Henceforth I will not have to do with pity.
Meet I an infant of the house of York,
Into as many gobbets will I cut it
As wild Medea young Absyrtus did.
In cruelty will I seek out my fame.

Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's house.
As did Æneas old Anchises bear,

So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders;
But then Eneas bare a living load,
Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine.

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[Exit, bearing off his father.]

Enter RICHARD and SOMERSET to fight. [SOMERSET is killed.]

Rich. So, lie thou there;

For underneath an alehouse' paltry sign,
The Castle in Saint Alban's, Somerset

Hath made the wizard famous in his death.
Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful

still.

Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill.

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[Exit.]

Queen. What are you made of? You'll nor fight nor fly.

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Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence,
To give the enemy way, and to secure us
By what we can, which can no more but fly.
[Alarum afar off.
If you be ta'en, we then should see the bottom
Of all our fortunes; but if we haply scape,
As well we may, if not through your neglect,
We shall to London get, where you are lov'd,
And where this breach now in our fortunes made
May readily be stopp'd.

Re-enter YOUNG CLIFFORD.

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Y. Clif. But that my heart's on future mischief set,

By the mass, so did we all. I thank you,
Richard.

God knows how long it is I have to live;
And it hath pleas'd Him that three times to-

day

You have defended me from imminent death. Well, lords, we have not got that which we

have.

'Tis not enough our foes are this time fled, Being opposites of such repairing nature.

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York. I know our safety is to follow them; For, as I hear, the King is fled to London, To call a present court of parliament. Let us pursue him ere the writs go forth. What says Lord Warwick? Shall we after them?

War. After them? Nay, before them, if we