Call hither to the take my two brave bears. 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; 2 Mar. A fubtle traitor needs no fophifter. 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, Old Clif. I am resolv'd to bear a greater storm 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), Old Clif. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy 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. York. A dreadful lay, addrefs thee inftantly. [Fight. [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, Hath no felf-love; for he that loves himself, 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, To ceafe! Waft thou ordain'd, O dear father, And in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, thus And beauty, that the tyrant oft reclaims, Come, thou new ruin of Old Clifford's house; So I bear thee upon my manly shoulders: 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. [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, Reigns in the hearts of all our present party. To fee their day, and them our fortune give. [Exeunt. Alarum. Retreat. Enter York, Richard Plantagenet, York. Of Salisbury, who can report of him? |