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York. So let it help me now against thy sword,
Clif. My soul and body on the action both!
[They fight, and Clifford falls. Clif. La fin couronne les oeuvres.
[Dies. York. Thus war hatb given thee peace, for thou
art still. Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will! (Exit.
Enter Young CLIFFORD. Y. Clif. Shame and confusion ! all is on the rout; Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds Where it should guard. O war, thou son of hell, Whom angry heavens do make their minister, Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part Hot coals of vengeance !--Let no soldier fly: He, that is truly dedicate to war, Hath no self-love; nor he, that loves himself, Hath not essentially, but by circumstance, The name of valour.-0, let the vile world end,
[Seeing his dead Father. And the premised flames of the last day Knit earth and heaven together! Now let the general trumpet blow his blast, Particularities and petty sounds To cease! — Wast thou ordain'd, dear father, To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve The silver livery of advised age; And, in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, thus To die in ruffian battle?-Even at this sight, My heart is turn'd to stone: and, while 'tis mine, It shall be stony. York not our old men spares; No more will I their babes : tears virginal Shall be to me even as the dew to fire; And beauty, that the tyrant oft reclaims, Shall to my flaming wrath be oil and flax.
Henceforth, I will not have to do with pity:
[Taking up the body.
fighting, and Somerset is killed.
pray for enemies, but princes kill. [Exit. Alarums: Excursions. Enter King Henry,
Queen MARGARET, and Others, retreating. Q. Mar. Away, my lord! you are slow; for shame, ,
away! K. Hen. Can we outrun the heavens? good Mar
garet, stay. Q. Mar. What are you made of? you'll not fight,
[Alarum afar off If you
be ta’en, we then should see the bottom of all our fortunes: but, if we haply scape, (As well .we may, if not through your neglect) We shall to London get; where you are lov'd;
And where this breach, now in our fortunes made, May readily be stopp'd.
Enter Young CLIFFORD.
relief! and we will live
SCENE III.–Fields near Saint Albans.
Alarum: Retreat. Flourish ; then enter York,
RICHARD PLANTAGENET, Warwick, and Soldiers, with drum and colours.
York. Of Salisbury, who can report of him;
Rich. My noble father,
Enter Salisbury. Sal. Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought to
York. I know, our safety is to follow them ;
says lord Warwick ? shall we after them?