Enter York. How now, my Lord? what, all a-foot? York. The deadly-handed Clifford flew my steed; But match to match I have encountred him, And made a prey for carrion kites and crows Ev'n of the bonny beast he lov'd fo well. Enter Clifford. War. Of one or both of us the time is come. York. Hold, Warwick, feek thee out fome other chace, For I myself muft hunt this deer to death. War. Then nobly, York; 'tis for a crown thou As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day, [fight'ft. It grieves my foul to leave thee unaffail'd. [Exit Warwick. Clif. What feeft thou in me, York? why dost thou paufe? York. With thy brave bearing fhould I be in love, But that thou art fo faft mine enemy. Clif. Nor fhould thy prowess want praise and esteem, But that 'tis fhown ignobly, and in treason. Clif. My foul and body on the action both!- Clif. La fin courrone des œuvres. [Fight. [Dies York. Thus war hath giv'n thee peace, for thou art ftill; Peace with his foul, Heav'n, if it be thy will! [Exit. Enter young Clifford. r. Clif. Shame and confufion! all is on the rout; Fear frames diforder; and disorder wounds, Where it should guard. O war! thou fon of hell, Whom angry Heav'ns do make their minister, Throw in the frozen bofoms of our part Hot coals of vengeance. Let no foldier fly. He that is truly dedicate to war, Hath no felf-love; for he that loves himself Now let the general trumpet blow his blast, To ceafe! Waft thou ordained, O dear father, And in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, thus Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's house: So I bear thee upon my manly fhoulders; Nothing fo heavy as thefe woes of mine. [Exit bearing off his father. Enter Richard Plantagenet and Somerset, to fight. R. Plan. So, ly thou there. [Somerset is killeds For underneath an ale-house' paltry fign, The caftle in St Albans, Somerset Hath made the wizard* famous in his death. Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful ftill:* . The death of Somerfet here accomplishes that equivocal prediction given by Jordan the witch, concerning this Duke, which we met with at the clofe of the first act of this play: Fight. Excurfions. Enter King Henry, Queen Margaret, and others. Q. Mar. Away, my Lord, you are flow; for fhame, away. K. Henry. Can we out-run the heav'ns? Good Margret, ftay. Q. Mar. What are you made of? you'll not fight, nor fly. Now is it manhood, wisdom and defence, To give the enemy way, and to fecure us Enter Clifford. Clif. But that my heart's on future mischief set, Reigns in the hearts of all our prefent parts. To fee their day, and them our fortune give. Alarm. Retreat. Enter York, Richard Plantagenet, Warwick, and Soldiers, with drum and colours. York. Of Salisbury, who can report of him? Let him fhun cafiles; Safer fhall he be upon the fandy plains, ie. the representation of a castle, mounted for a fign. Theobald That winter lion, who in rage forgets R. Plan. My noble father, Three times to-day I holp him to his horfe, But ftill where danger was, ftill there I met him; Sal. Now by my fword, well haft thou fought to-day; By th' mafs, fo did we all. I thank you, Richard. And it hath pleas'd him, that three times to day Sound drum and trumpets, and to London all, |