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Henry VI part two

Act V, Scene 2

Saint Alban's.
 
[Alarums to the battle. Enter WARWICK]
 
WARWICK
        ,            ,       ,          ,         ,
      Clifford | of Cum|berland,| 'tis War|wick calls:
           ,          ,          ,           ,          ,
      And if | thou dost | not hide | thee from | the bear,
       ,      2       ,        ,          ,      ,
      Now when the | angry | trumpet | sounds a|larum
       .    T    T     T          ,         ,      ,
      And^dead men's cries | do fill | the emp|ty air,
        ,           ,           ,           ,           ,
      Clifford | I say,| come forth | and fight | with me,
        T      Tx      T      ,            ,       ,
      Proud northern lord,| Clifford | of Cum|berland,
       ,              ,           ,         ,         ,
      Warwick | is hoarse | with cal|ling thee | to arms.
           ,        ,       ,          ,       ,
      How now | my no|ble lord?| What all | afoot.
 
[Enter YORK]
 
YORK
            ,      ,        ,         ,         ,
      The dead|ly-han|ded Clif|ford slew | my steed,
            ,          ,     ,            ,         ,
      But match | to match | I have | encoun|tered him
            ,        ,         ,    2    ,           ,
      And made | a prey | for car|rion kites | and crows
      ,        2     ,       ,          ,          ,
      Even | of the bon|ny beast | he loved | so well.
 
[Enter CLIFFORD]
 
WARWICK
          ,         ,        ,         ,         ,
      Of one | or both | of us | the time | is come.
 
YORK
            ,          ,          ,         ,        ,
      Hold War|wick: seek | thee out | some o|ther chase,
          ,       ,           ,           ,         ,
      For I | myself | must hunt | this deer | to death.
 
WARWICK
            ,       ,          ,        ,             ,
      Then no|bly York,| 'tis for | a crown | thou fightst:
         ,       ,      ,              ,        ,
      As I | intend | Clifford | to thrive | today,
            ,           ,         ,           ,      ,
      It grieves | my soul | to leave | thee un|assailed.
 
[Exit]
 
CLIFFORD
             ,           ,         ,
      What seest | thou in | me, York?
                                            ,           ,
                                      Why dost | thou pause?
 
YORK
                   ,    ,          ,        ,        ,
      With thy / brave bea|ring should | I be | in love,
            ,          ,         ,         ,    ,
      But that | thou art | so fast | mine e|nemy.
 
CLIFFORD
       ,                ,         ,       ,            ,
      Nor should | thy pro|wess want | praise and | esteem,
            ,          ,        ,  ,     2       ,
      But that |'tis shown | igno|bly and in | treason.
 
YORK
          ,         ,        ,        ,           ,
      So let | it help | me now | against | thy sword
         ,       ,               ,    ,            x
      As I | in jus|tice and / true right | express it.
 
CLIFFORD
           ,         ,     ,        ,        ,
      My soul | and bo|dy on | the ac|tion both.
 
YORK
          ,        ,        ,           ,       ,
      A dread|ful lay,| address | thee in|stantly.
 
[They fight, and CLIFFORD falls]
 
CLIFFORD
          ,         ,          ,       o   oo
      La fin | couronne | les oeu|vres.  |
 
[Dies]
 
YORK
            ,           x            ,           ,          ,
      Thus war | hath given | thee peace,| for thou | art still,
        ,                ,       x       2    ,         ,
      Peace with | his soul,| heaven,| if it be | thy will.
 
[Exit. Enter YOUNG CLIFFORD]
 
YOUNG CLIFFORD
        ,             ,       ,        ,         ,
      Shame and | confu|sion all | is on | the rout,
        T     T    . T        ,        ,        ,
      Fear frames disor|der, and | disor|der wounds
        ,                 ,        ,          ,         ,
      Where it | should guard.| O war,| thou son | of hell,
            ,        x           ,           ,     ,
      Whom an|gry heavens | do make | their mi|nister
        ,             ,       ,       ,         ,
      Throw in | the fro|zen bo|soms of | our part
       T    T    .  T                 ,  ,        ,
      Hot coals of ven|geance. Let / no sol|dier fly.
       ,            ,      ,     ,        ,
      He that | is tru|ly de|dicate | to war
        .   T   T    T         ,          ,          ,
      Hath^no self-love:| nor he | that loves | himself
            ,       ,     2    ,        ,        ,
      Hath not | essen|tially but | by cir|cumstance
            ,        ,
      The name | of va|lor.
 
[Seeing his dead father]
                           ,               ,    ,       ,  ->
                           O | let the / vile world || end,
                 ,           ,                ,   ,
      And | the pre|mised flames | of the / last day
       __     ___           x        ,       o
      Knit | earth | and heaven | toge|ther.
       ,             ,    2    ,        ,          ,
      Now let | the gen|eral trum|pet blow | his blast,
          ,    ,     ,         ,        ,
      Partic|ula|rities | and pet|ty sounds
           ,            ,       ,         ,     ,
      To cease.| Wast thou | ordai|ned (dear | father)
           ,          ,          ,      ,           ,
      To lose | thy youth | in peace,| and to | achieve
           ,       ,    ,           ,    ,
      The sil|ver li|very | of ad/vised age,
       ,    2       ,                       ,     ,     ,
      And in thy | reve|rence, and thy // chair-days, thus
          ,        ,    2     x       2   ,          ,
      To die | in ruf|fian battle?| Even at | this sight,
           ,           ,          ,           ,           ,
      My heart | is turned | to stone:| and while |'tis mine,
       ,      2      ,        ,              T   T     T
      It shall be | stony.| York, not our | old men spares;
           ,         ,           ,       ,    ,
      No more | will I | their babes,| tears vir/ginal
             ,       ,   ,   2          ,         ,
      Shall be | to me | even as | the dew | to fire,
            ,        ,         ,       ,         ,
      And beau|ty, that | the ty|rant oft | reclaims,
        ,            ,         ,         ,          ,
      Shall to | my fla|ming wrath | be oil | and flax:
             ,     ,         ,      2      ,         ,
      Henceforth,| I will | not have to | do with | pity.
           ,       ,   ,             ,          ,
      Meet^I | an in|fant of | the house | of York,
       ,         ,     ,         ,         x
      Into | as ma|ny gob|bets will | I cut it
           ,       ,     ,        ,       ,
      As wild | Mede|a young | Absyr|tus did:
          ,     ,        ,         ,         ,
      In cru|elty | will I | seek^out | my fame.
        ,               ,          ,    ,           ,
      Come thou | new* ru|in of / old Clif|ford's house:
          ,       ,     ,       ,        ,
      As did | Aene|as old | Anchi|ses bear,
           ,        ,      ,        ,       ,         ->
      So bear | I thee | upon | my man|ly shoul||ders:
       ,        2   ,      ,       ,        ,
      But | then Aene|as bare | a li|ving load,
       ,            ,      ,           ,         ,
      Nothing | so hea|vy as | these woes | of mine.
 
[Exit, bearing off his father. Enter RICHARD and SOMERSET to fight. SOMERSET is killed]
 
RICHARD
          ,           ,
      So lie | thou there;  \\
           ,      ,      .  T   T     T        ,
      For un|derneath | an alehouse' pal|try sign,
           ,             ,    ,         ,     ,
      The Cas|tle in / Saint Al|ban's, So|merset
             ,         ,       ,       ,         ,
      Hath made | the wi|zard fa|mous in | his death:
        T      T   .    T         ,          ,         ,
      Sword, hold thy* tem|per; heart,| be wrath|ful still:
         T      T   .  ,     ,          ,        ,
      Priests pray for^e|nemies,| but prin|ces kill.
 
[Exit. Fight: excursions. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, and others]
 
QUEEN MARGARET
        ,         ,       2      ,          ,       ,
      Away | my lord,| you are slow,| for shame | away.
 
KING HENRY VI
       ,           ,           x             ,    2     ,
      Can we | outrun | the heavens?| Good* Mar|garet stay.
 
QUEEN MARGARET
        ,              ,           ,           ,          ,
      What are | you made | of? You'll | nor fight | nor fly:
       ,           ,    ,    ,                ,
      Now is | it man|hood, wis/dom and | defense,
           ,        ,  2    ,     ,    2     ,
      To give | the e|nemy way,| and to se|cure us
           ,        ,           ,         ,         ,
      By what | we can,| which can | no more | but fly.
          ,         ,         ,            ,         ,      2->
      If you | be tane,| we then | should see | the bot||tom
          ,         ,          ,      2    ,    2   ,
      Of all | our for|tunes: but | if we hap|ly escape,
            ,        ,        ,              ,        ,
      (As well | we may,| if not | through your | neglect)
           ,         ,       ,      ,               ,
      We shall | to Lon|don get,| where you | are loved,
            ,             ,      ,            ,          ,
      And where | this breach | now in | our for|tunes made
           ,     ,         ,
      May rea|dily | be stopped.  \\
 
[Re-enter YOUNG CLIFFORD]
 
YOUNG CLIFFORD
       ,               ,          ,       ,         ,
      But that | my heart's | on fu|ture mis|chief set,
                  ,     ,      ,        ,         ,
      I would / speak blas|phemy | ere bid | you fly:
           ,          ,       ,    ,        ,      ->
      But fly | you must:| uncu|rable | discom||fit
        ,        2       ,         ,         ,         ,
      Reigns | in the hearts | of all | our pre|sent parts.
        ,          ,        ,         ,          ,
      Away | for your | relief,| and we | will live
          ,           ,          ,         ,         ,
      To see | their day | and them | our for|tune give.
        ,         ,      ,
      Away | my lord,| away.  \\
 
[Exeunt]

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