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Field of battle betwixt Sandal Castle and Wakefield.
[Alarums. Enter RUTLAND and his Tutor]
RUTLAND
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Ah, whith/er shall | I fly,| to escape | their
hands?
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Ah tut|or, look | where bloo|dy Clif|ford comes.
[Enter CLIFFORD and Soldiers]
CLIFFORD
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Chaplain | away,| thy priest|hood saves | thy
life.
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As for | the brat | of this | accurs|ed duke,
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Whose fath|er slew | my fath|er, he | shall die.
TUTOR
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And I,| my lord,| will bear | him comp|any.
CLIFFORD
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Soldiers,| away | with him. \\
TUTOR
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Ah Clif|ford, murd|er not | this in|nocent child,
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Lest^thou | be hat|ed both | of God | and man.
[Exit, dragged off by Soldiers]
CLIFFORD
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How now? Is | he dead | alrea|dy?
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Or is | it fear | that makes | him close | his
eyes?
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I'll op|en them. \\
RUTLAND
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So looks | the pent-|up li|on ore | the wretch,
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That trem|bles und|er his | devour|ing paws:
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And so | he walks,| insult|ing ore | his prey,
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And so | he comes,| to rend | his limbs |
asund||er.
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Ah | gentle | Clifford,| kill me | with thy
sword,
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And not | with such | a cru|el threat|ening
look.
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Sweet* Clif|ford hear | me speak,| before | I
die:
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I am | too mean a sub|ject* for | thy wrath,
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Be thou | revenged | on men,| and let | me live.
CLIFFORD
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In vain | thou speakst,| poor* boy: \\
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My fath|er's
blood | hath stop|ped the | passage
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Where thy | words should | enter. \\
RUTLAND
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Then let* / my fath|er's blood op/en it | again,
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He is | a man,| and Clif|ford cope | with him.
CLIFFORD
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Had thy | brethren | here, their lives | and
thine
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Were not | revenge | suffi|cient | for me:
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No, if | I digged | up thy | forefathers'
graves, ??
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And hung | their rot|ten cof|fins up | in chains,
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It could | not slake | mine^ire,| nor ease | my
heart.
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The sight | of an|y of | the house | of York,
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Is as | a fu|ry to / torment | my soul:
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And till | I root | out their | accurs|ed line,
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And leave | not^one | alive,| I live | in hell.
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Therefore-- \\
RUTLAND
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Oh let | me pray,| before | I take | my death:
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To thee | I pray;| sweet* Clif|ford pi|ty me.
CLIFFORD
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Such pi|ty as | my rap|ier's point | affords.
RUTLAND
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I nev|er did | thee harm:| why wilt thou | slay
me?
CLIFFORD
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Thy fath|er hath.
RUTLAND
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But 'twas | ere I | was born.
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Thou hast / one son,| for his | sake pi/ty me,
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Lest in | revenge | thereof,| sith God | is just,
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He be | as mis|era|bly slain | as I.
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Ah, let^|me live | in pris|on all | my days,
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And when | I give | occas|ion of | offense,
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Then^let | me die,| for now | thou hast | no*
cause.
CLIFFORD
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No cause? Thy | father | slew my fath||er:
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There|fore die. \\
[Stabs him]
RUTLAND
Di faciant laudis summa sit ista tuae.
[Dies]
CLIFFORD
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Plantag|enet,| I come | Plantag|enet:
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And this | thy son's | blood cleav/ing to | my
blade,
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Shall rust | upon | my weap|on, till | thy blood
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Congealed | with this,| do make | me wipe |
off^both.
[Exit]