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Saint Alban's.
[Alarums to the battle. Enter WARWICK]
WARWICK
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Clifford | of Cum|berland,| 'tis War|wick calls:
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And if | thou dost | not hide | thee from | the
bear,
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Now when the | angry | trumpet | sounds a|larum,
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And^dead men's cries | do fill | the emp|ty air,
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Clifford | I say,| come forth | and fight | with
me,
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Proud northern lord,| Clifford | of Cum|berland,
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Warwick | is hoarse | with cal|ling thee | to
arms.
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How now | my nob|le lord?| What all | afoot.
[Enter YORK]
YORK
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The dead|ly-hand|ed Clif|ford slew | my steed:
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But match | to match | I have | encount|ered him,
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And made | a prey | for car|rion kites | and
crows
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Even | of the bon|ny beast | he loved | so well.
[Enter CLIFFORD]
WARWICK
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Of one | or both | of us | the time | is come.
YORK
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Hold^War|wick: seek | thee out | some oth|er
chase
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For I | myself | must hunt | this deer | to
death.
WARWICK
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Then nob|ly York,| 'tis for | a crown | thou
fightst:
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As I | intend | Clifford | to thrive | today,
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It grieves | my soul | to leave | thee
un|assailed.
[Exit]
CLIFFORD
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What seest | thou in | me York?
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Why dost | thou pause?
YORK
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With thy / brave bear|ing should | I be | in
love,
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But that | thou art | so fast | mine en|emy.
CLIFFORD
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Nor should | thy pro|wess want | praise and |
esteem,
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But that |'tis shown | ignob/ly, and in | treason.
YORK
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So let | it help | me now | against | thy sword,
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As I | in just|ice, and / true right | express it.
CLIFFORD
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My soul | and bo|dy on | the ac|tion both.
YORK
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A dread|ful lay,| address | thee inst|antly.
[They fight, and CLIFFORD falls]
CLIFFORD
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La fin | couronne | les oeuv|res. \\
[Dies]
YORK
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Thus war | hath given | thee peace,| for thou |
art still,
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Peace with | his soul,| heaven,| if it be | thy
will.
[Exit. Enter YOUNG CLIFFORD]
YOUNG CLIFFORD
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Shame and | confu|sion all | is on | the rout,
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Fear frames disord|er, and | disord|er wounds
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Where it | should guard.| O war,| thou son | of
hell,
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Whom ang|ry heavens | do make | their min|ister,
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Throw in | the froz|en bos|oms of | our part,
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Hot coals of venge|ance. Let / no sol|dier fly.
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He that | is tru|ly ded|icate | to war,
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Hath^no self-love:| nor he | that loves | himself,
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Hath not | essen|tially, but | by circ|umstance
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The name | of valor.| O let | the vile world end,
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And the | premis|ed flames | of the / last day,
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Knit^earth | and heaven | togeth|er. \\
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Now* let | the gene|ral trump|et blow | his blast,
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Partic|ular|ities,| and pet|ty sounds
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To cease.| Wast thou | ordain|ed (dear | father)
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To lose | thy youth | in peace,| and to | achieve
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The silv|er liv|ery | of ad/vised age,
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And in thy | reve|rence, and thy // chair-days,
thus
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To die | in ruf|fian battle?| Even at | this
sight,
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My heart | is turned | to stone:| and while |'tis
mine,
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It shall be | stony.| York, not^our | old men
spares: ??
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No more | will I | their babes,| tears virg/inal,
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Shall be | to me,| even as | the dew | to fire,
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And beaut|y, that | the tyr|ant oft | reclaims,
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Shall to | my flam|ing wrath,| be oil | and flax:
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Henceforth,| I will | not have to | do with |
pity. ??
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Meet^I | an in|fant^of | the house | of York,
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Into | as ma|ny gob|bets will | I cut it
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As wild | Mede|a young | Absyrt|us did.
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In cru|elty,| will I | seek^out | my fame.
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Come^thou | new* ru|in of / old Clif|ford's
house: ??
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As did | Aene|as old | Anchis|es bear,
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So bear | I thee | upon | my man|ly should||ers:
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But | then Aene|as bare | a liv|ing load;
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Nothing | so hea|vy as | these woes | of mine.
[Exit, bearing off his father. Enter RICHARD and SOMERSET to fight. SOMERSET
is killed]
RICHARD
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So lie | thou there; \\
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For und|erneath | an alehouse' palt|ry sign,
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The Cast|le in / Saint Al|ban's, Som|erset
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Hath made | the wiz|ard fam|ous in | his death:
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Sword, hold thy* temp|er; heart,| be wrath|ful
still:
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Priests pray for^en|emies,| but prin|ces kill.
[Exit. Fight: excursions. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, and others]
QUEEN MARGARET
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Away | my lord,| you are slow,| for shame | away.
KING HENRY VI
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Can we | outrun | the heavens?| Good* Marg|aret
stay.
QUEEN MARGARET
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What are | you made | of? You'll | nor fight |
nor fly:
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Now is | it man|hood, wis/dom and | defense,
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To give | the en|emy way,| and to se|cure us
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By what | we can,| which can | no more | but fly.
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If you | be tane,| we then | should see | the
bot||tom
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Of all | our for|tunes: but | if we hap|ly
escape,
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(As well | we may,| if not | through your |
neglect)
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We shall | to Lon|don get,| where^you | are
loved,
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And where | this breach | now in | our for|tunes
made
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May rea|dily | be stopped. \\
[Enter YOUNG CLIFFORD]
YOUNG CLIFFORD
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But^that | my heart's | on fu|ture mis|chief set,
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I would / speak blas|phemy | ere bid | you fly:
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But fly | you must:| uncur|able | discom||fit
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Reigns | in the hearts | of all | our pres|ent
parts.
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Away | for your | relief,| and we | will live
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To see | their day,| and them | our for|tune
give.
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Away | my lord,| away. \\
[Exeunt]