Call hither to the take my two brave bears.
That with the very shaking of their chains
They may aftonifh thefe fell-lurking curs;
Bid Salisbury and Warwick come to me,

SCENE IV.

Enter the Earls of Salisbury and Warwick. Clif. Are thefe thy bears? we'll bait thy bears to And manacle the bearward in their chains, [death,

If thou dar' bring them to the baiting-place.

R. Plan. Oft have 1 feen a hot o'erweening cur Run back and bite, because he was with-held; Who, being fuffer'd with the bear's fell paw, Hath clapp'd his tail betwixt his legs and cry'd: And fuch a piece of fervice will you do, If you oppose yourselves to match Lord Warwick.. Clif Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigefted lump, As crooked in thy manners as thy fhape.

[bow?

York. Nay, we fhall heat you thoroughly anon. Clif. Take heed, left by your heat you burn yourselves. K. Henry. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to Old Salisbury, fhame to thy filver hair, Thou mad misleader of thy brain-fick fon, What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the ruffian, And feek for forrow with thy fpectacles? Oh, where is faith? oh, where is loyalty? If it be banish'd from the frofty head, Where fhall it find a harbour in the earth ? Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war, And fhame thine honourable age with blood? Why art thou old, and want'ft experience ? Or wherefore doft abuse it, if thou haft it? For fhame, in duty bend thy knee to me, That bows unto the grave with mickle age. Sal. My Lord, I have confidered with myself The title of this most renowned Duke; And in my confcience do repute his Grace The rightful beir to England's royal feat.

Ataff.

K. Henry. Haft thou not fworn allegiance unto me?

Alluding to the Nevills' creft, which was the bear and raggeda

Sal. I have.

K. Henry, Canft, thou difpenfe with heav'n for fuch

an oath?

Sal. It is great fin to fwear unto a fin;
But greater fin to keep a finful oath.
Who can be bound by any folemn vow
To do a murd'rous deed, to rob a man,
To force a spotlefs virgin's chastity,
To 'reave the orphan of his patrimony,
To wring the widow from her cuftom'd right,
And have no other reason for his wrong,
But that he was bound by a folemn oath?

2 Mar. A fubtle traitor needs no fophifter.
K. Henry. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm him-
felf.

York. Call Buckingham and all the friends thou haft, 1 am refolv'd for death or dignity.

Old Clif. The first I warrant thee, if dreams prove

true.

War. You were best go to bed and dream again,
To keep thee from the tempeft of the field.

Old Clif. I am resolv'd to bear a greater storm
Than any thou canft conjure up to-day;
And that I'll write upon thy burgonet,

Might I but know thee by thy houfe's badge.

War Now, by my father's badge, old Nevill's creft, The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff, This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet,

(As on a mountain-top the cedar fhews,

That keeps his leaves in fpight of any storm),
Ev'n to affright thee with the view thereof.

Old Clif. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear,
And tread it under foot with all contempt,
Defpight the bearward that protects the bear.

Y. Clif. And so to arms, victorious noble father, To quell the rebels and their complices.

R. Plan. Fie, charity for fhame, fpeak not in fpight, For you fhall fup with Jefu Chrift to-night.

r. Clif. Foul ftigmatic, that's more than thou canft

tell.

R. Plan. If not in heaven, you'll furely fup in hell. [Exeunt feverally.

SCENE V. Changes to a field of battle at St Alban's.

Enter Warwick.

War. Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick calls And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear, (Now when the angry trumpet founds alarum, And dying mens' cries do fill the empty air), Clifford, I fay, come forth and fight with me; Proud northern Lord, Clifford.of Cumberland, Warwick is hoarfe with calling thee to arms.

Enter York.

War. How now, my Noble Lord ? what all a-foot? York. The deadly-handed Clifford flew my feed: But match to match I have encounter'd him, And made a prey for carrion kites and crows, Ev'n of the bonny beast he lov'd so well.

Enter Clifford.

War. Of one or both of us the time is come.

York. Hold, Warwick: feek thee out fome other For I myself must hunt this deer to death, [chace, War. Then nobly, York! 'tis for a crown thou fight'st. As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day,

It grieves my foul to leave thee unaffail'd. [Exit War. Clif. What feest thou in me, York? why doft thou paufe?

York. With thy brave bearing fhould I be in love, But that thou art so fast mine enemy.

Clif. Nor should thy prowefs want praise and esteem, But that 'tis fhewn ignobly, and in treason.

York. So let it help me now against thy fword,

And I in justice and true right express it.
Clif. My foul and body on the action both!

York. A dreadful lay, addrefs thee inftantly. [Fight.
Clif. La fin couronne les œuvres.

[Dies. York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art ftill. Peace with his foul, Heav'n, if it be thy will. [Exit.

Enter young Clifford.

r. Clif. Shame and confufion! all is on the rout. Fear frames diforder, and disorder wounds

Where it fhould guard. O War! thou fon of hell,
Whom angry heav'ns do make their minilter,
Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part
Hot coals of vengeance. Let no foldier fy.
He that is truly dedicate to war,

Hath no felf-love; for he that loves himself,
Hath not effentially, but by circumstance,

The name of valour.---O 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 founds

To ceafe! Waft thou ordain'd, O dear father,
To lose thy youth in peace, and to atchieve
The filver livery of advised age;

And in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, thus
To die in ruffian battle? Even at this fight
My heart is turn'd to stone; and while 'tis mine,
It thall be ftony. York not our old men fpares.
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.
Meet I an infant of the house of York,
Into as many gobbets will I cut it,
As wild Medea young Abfyrtus did
In cruelty will I feek out my fame.

Come, thou new ruin of Old Clifford's house;
As did Æneas old Anchifes bear,

So I bear thee upon my manly shoulders:
But then Æneas bare a living load,

Nothing fo heavy as thefe woes of mine.

[Exit, bearing off his father.

Enter Richard Plantagenet and Somerset, to fight.

R. Plan. So, lie thou there: [Somerfet is killd. For underneath an alehoufe' paltry fign,

The castle in St Alban's, Somerfet

Hath made the wizard famous in his death.

• Premifed, for fent before their time.

Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful ftill.
Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill.

[Exit Richard Plantagenet.

SCENE VI.

Fight. Excurfions. Enter King Henry, Queen Margaret, and others.

2 Mar. Away, my Lord, you are flow; for fhame,

away.

·K. Henry. Can we outrun the heav'ns! good Margaret ftay.

[nor fly.

2. Mar. What are you made of? you'll not fight, Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence, To give the enemy way, and to fecure us By what we can, which can no more but fly.

[Alarum afar off. If you be ta'en, we then should fee the bottom Of all our fortunes; but if we happly 'fcape, (As well we may, if not through your neglect), We fhall to London get, where you are lov'd; And where this breach now in our fortunes made, May readily be stopt:

Enter Clifford.

Clif. But that my heart's on future mischief fet,
I would fpeak blafphemy ere bid you fly;
But fly you muft: incurable discomfit

Reigns in the hearts of all our present party.
Away, for your relief; and we will live

To fee their day, and them our fortune give.
Away, my Lord, away!

[Exeunt.

Alarum. Retreat. Enter York, Richard Plantagenet,
Warwick, and Soldiers, with drum and colours.

York. Of Salisbury, who can report of him?
That winter-lion, who in rage forgets
Aged contufions and all bruife of time;
And, like a gallant in the brow of youth,
Repairs him with occafion.. This happy day
Is not itself, nor have we won one foot,
If Salisbury be loft.