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York. The deadly-handed Clifford slew my steed;
Enter Clifford. War. Of one or both of us the time is come. York. Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some other
chace, For I myself must hunt this deer to death.
War. Then nobly, York; 'tis for a crown thou As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day, [fight'st. It grieves my soul to leave thee unaffail'd.
[Exit Warwick. Clif. What seest thou in me, York? why dost
thou pause ? York. With thy brave bearing should I be in love, But that thou art so fast mine enemy. Clif. Nor should thy prowess want praise and
esteein, But that 'tis shown ignobly, and in treason.
York. So let it help me now against thy sword, As I in justice and true right express it.
Clif. My soul and body on the action both ! York. A dreadful lay. Addrefs thee instantly.
[Fight. Clif. La fin courrone des auvres. [Bies. York. Thus war hath giv'n thee peace, for thou
art still ; Peace with his soul, Heav'n, if it be thy will! [Exit.
Enter young Clifford. 7. Clif. Shame and confusion! all is on the rout; Fear frames disorder; and disorder wounds, Where it should guard. O war! thou son of hell, Whom angry Heav'ns do make their minister, Throw in the frozen bofoms of our part Hot coals of vengeance. Let no soldier fly, He that is truly dedicate to war,
Hath no self-love ; for he that loves himself
[Seeing his dead father.
[Exit bearing off his father. Enter Richard Plantagenet and Somerset, to fight.
R. Plan. So, ly thou there.. [Somerset is killedo For underneaih an ale-house' paltry sign, The castle in St Albans, Somerset Hath made the wizard * famous in his death. Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful still :
• The death of Somerset here accomplishes that equivocal prediction given by Jordan the witch, concerning this Duke, which we met with.at the close of the frit
act of this play:
Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill.
[Exit Richard Plantagenet. SC E'N E VI. Fight. Excursions. Enter King Henry, Queeri
' Margaret, and others. l. Mar. Away, my Lord, you are flow; for
fliame, away. K. Henry. Can we out-run the heav'ns ? Good
[Alarm afar off.
'Enter Clifford. Clif. But that my heart's on future mischief set, I would speak blasphemy, ere bid you fly, But fly you must; incurable discomfit Reigns in the hearts of all our present parts. Away, for your relief; and we will live To see their day, and them our fortune give. Away, my Lord, away!
[Exeunt. Alarm. Retreat. Enter York, Richard Plantagenet, Warwick, and Soldiers, with druni and colours. York. Of Salisbury, who can report of him?
Let him shun casiles;
Than where castles, mounted, stand. e. the representation of a castle, mounted for a sigr.
That winter lion, who in rage forgets
R. Plan. My noble father,
Enter Salisbury. Sal. Now by my sword, well last thou. fought
York I know our safety is to follow them;
War. After them ! nay, before them if we can.