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Another part of the field.
[A loud alarum. Enter CLIFFORD, wounded]
CLIFFORD
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Here burns | my candle | out; aye, here | it
dies,
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Which whiles it last|ed, gave | King^Hen|ry
light.
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O Lan|caster!| I fear | thy ov|erthrow,
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More than | my bo|dy's part|ing with | my soul:
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My love | and fear,| glued many friends | to
thee,
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And now | I fall.| Thy tough | commix|ture melts,
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Impair|ing Hen|ry, strength|ening mis|proud^York;
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The com|mon peo|ple swarm | like sum|mer flies,
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And whith|er fly | the gnats,| but to | the sun?
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And who | shines^now,| but Hen|ry's en|emies?
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O Phoe|bus! Hadst | thou nev|er given | consent,
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That Pha|ethon | should check | thy fie|ry
steeds,
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Thy burn|ing car | never | had scorched | the
earth.
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And Hen|ry, hadst | thou swayed | as kings |
should do,
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Or as | thy fath|er, and / his fath|er did,
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Giving | no ground un|to the house | of York,
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They nev|er then | had sprung | like sum|mer flies:
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I, and | ten thous/and in | this luck|less realm,
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Had left | no mourn|ing wid|ows for | our death,
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And thou | this day,| hadst kept | thy chair | in
peace.
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For what | doth cher|ish weeds,| but gent|le air?
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And what | makes^rob|bers bold,| but too | much
len||ity?
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Boot|less are plaints,| and cure|less are | my
wounds;
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No way | to fly,| nor strength | to hold out
flight:
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The foe | is mer|ciless,| and will not | pity:
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For at their | hands I / have de|served no |
pity.
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The air | hath got | into | my dead|ly wounds,
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And much | effuse | of blood,| doth^make | me
faint:
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Come^York,| and Rich|ard, War|wick, and | the
rest,
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I stabbed | your fath|ers' bos|oms; split | my
breast.
[He faints. Alarum and retreat. Enter EDWARD, GEORGE, RICHARD, MONTAGUE,
WARWICK, and Soldiers]
EDWARD
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Now breathe | we lords,| good* for|tune bids | us
pause,
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And smooth | the frowns | of war | with peace|ful
looks:
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Some troops | pursue | the bloo|dy-mind|ed queen,
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That led calm Hen|ry, though | he were | a king,
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As doth | a sail,| filled with | a fret|ting gust
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Command | an ar|gosy | to stem | the waves.
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But think | you (lords)| that Clif|ford fled |
with them?
WARWICK
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No, 'tis | impos|sible | he should | escape:
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(For though | before | his face | I speak | the
words)
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Your broth|er Rich|ard marked | him for | the
grave.
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And where|soere | he is,| he's sure|ly dead.
[CLIFFORD groans, and dies]
EDWARD
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Whose^soul | is that | which takes | her hea|vy
leave?
RICHARD
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A dead|ly groan,| like life and death's |
depart||ing.
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See | who it is.
EDWARD
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And now | the battle's^|ended;
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If friend | or foe,| let him | be gent|ly used.
RICHARD
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Revoke | that doom | of mer|cy, for |'tis
Clifford,
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Who not | content|ed that | he lopped | the
branch
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In hew|ing Rut|land, when | his leaves | put
forth,
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But set | his murd|ering knife | unto | the root,
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From whence | that tend|er spray | did sweet|ly
spring,
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I mean | our prince|ly fath|er, Duke | of York.
WARWICK
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From off | the gates | of York,| fetch down the
head,
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Your fath|er's head,| which Clif|ford plac|ed
there:
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Instead | whereof,| let^this | supply | the room,
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Measure | for meas|ure, must | be ans|wered.
EDWARD
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Bring^forth | that fat|al screech-|owl to | our house,
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That noth|ing sung | but death,| to us | and
ours:
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Now death | shall stop | his dis|mal threat|ening
sound,
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And his / ill-bod|ing tongue,| no more | shall
speak.
WARWICK
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I think | his und|erstand|ing is | bereft:
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Speak Clifford, dost | thou know | who speaks |
to thee? ??
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Dark cloudy death | oreshades | his beams | of
life, ??
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And he | nor sees,| nor hears | us, what | we
say.
RICHARD
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O would | he did,| and so |(perhaps)| he doth,
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'Tis but | his pol|icy | to count|erfeit,
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Because | he would | avoid | such bit|ter taunts
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Which in the | time of | death he | gave our |
father.
GEORGE
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If so | thou thinkst,
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Vex him | with eag|er
words.
RICHARD
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Clifford,| ask mer/cy, and | obtain | no grace.
EDWARD
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Clifford,| repent | in boot|less pen|itence.
WARWICK
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Clifford,| devise | excus|es for | thy faults.
GEORGE
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While we | devise fell tor|tures for | thy
faults.
RICHARD
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Thou didst | love York, and I | am son | to
York.
EDWARD
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Thou pit|iedst^Rut|land, I | will pi|ty thee.
GEORGE
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Where's^Cap|tain Marg|aret,| to fence | you now?
WARWICK
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They mock | thee Clif|ford,
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Swear | as thou |
wast wont.
RICHARD
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What, not | an oath?| Nay* then | the world goes
hard
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When Clif|ford can|not spare | his friends | an
oath:
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I know | by that | he's dead,| and by | my soul,
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If^this right hand | would buy | two hours' life,
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That I |(in all | despite)| might rail | at him,
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This^hand | should chop | it off:| and with the
is|suing blood
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Stifle | the vil|lain, whose | unstanch|ed thirst
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York, and young Rut|land could | not sat|isfy.
WARWICK
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Aye, but | he's dead.| Off with | the trait|or's
head,
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And rear | it in | the place | your fath|er's
stands.
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And now | to Lon|don with | triumph|ant march,
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There to | be crown|ed Eng|land's roy|al king:
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From whence,| shall War|wick cut | the sea | to
France,
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And ask | the La|dy Bo|na for | thy queen:
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So shalt | thou sin|ew both | these lands |
togeth||er,
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And | having France | thy friend,| thou shalt |
not dread ??
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The scat|tered foe,| that hopes | to rise |
again:
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For though | they can|not great|ly sting | to
hurt,
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Yet^look | to have | them buzz | to offend |
thine^ears:
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First, will | I see | the cor|ona|tion,
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And then | to Brit|tany | I'll cross | the sea,
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To effect | this mar|riage, so | it please | my
lord.
EDWARD
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Even as | thou wilt | sweet* War|wick, let | it
be:
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For in | thy should|er do | I build | my seat;
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And nev|er will | I und|ertake | the thing
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Wherein | thy couns/el and con|sent is | wanting:
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Richard,| I will cre|ate thee | Duke of |
Gloucester,
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And George | of Clar|ence; War|wick as | ourself,
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Shall do,| and un|do as him | pleaseth | best.
RICHARD
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Let^||me be | Duke of | Clarence,| George of |
Gloucester,
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For Glouce|ster's duke|dom is | too om/inous.
WARWICK
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Tut, that's a fool|ish ob|serva|tion:
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Richard, be | Duke of | Gloucester:| Now to |
London, ??
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To see | these hon|ors in | posses|sion.
[Exeunt]