Like men born to renown, by life, or death. In blood of those that had encounter'd him: And when the hardiest warriors did retire, 'Richard cried,-Charge! and give no foot of ground! 'And cried,—A crown, or else a glorious tomb! "A sceptre, or an earthly sepulchre! With this, we charg'd again: but, out, alas! 'We bodg'd again; as I have seen a swan 5 With bootless labour swim against the tide, And spend her strength with over-matching waves. [A short Alarum within. Ah, hark! the fatal followers do pursue; ' And I am faint, and cannot fly their fury: 'And, were I strong, I would not shun their fury: 'The sands are number'd, that make up my life; 'Here must I stay, and here my life must end. Enter Queen MARGARET, CLIFFORD, NORTHUMBERLAND, and Soldiers. Come, bloody Clifford,-rough Northumberland,— 'I dare your quenchless fury to more rage; 'I I am your butt, and I abide your shot. North. Yield to our mercy, proud Plantagenet. Clif. Ay, to such mercy, as his ruthless arm, With downright payment show'd unto my father. Now Phaeton hath tumbled from his car, And made an evening at the noontide prick." York. My ashes, as the phoenix, may bring forth A bird that will revenge upon you all: We bodg'd again;] i. e. we boggled, made bad or bungling work of our attempt to rally. noontide prick.] Or, noontide point on the dial. And, in that hope, I throw mine eyes to heaven, Scorning whate'er you can afflict me with. 'Why come you not! what! multitudes, and fear? Clif. So cowards fight, when they can fly no further; 'So doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons; So desperate thieves, all hopeless of their lives, Breathe out invectives 'gainst the officers. York. O, Clifford, but bethink thee once again, And in thy thought o'er-run my former time: * And, if thou canst for blushing, view this face; And bite thy tongue, that slanders him with cowar dice, 'Whose frown hath made thee faint and fly ere this. Clif. I will not bandy with thee word for word; But buckle with thee blows, twice two for one. [Draws. Q. Mar. Hold, valiant Clifford! for a thousand causes, I would prolong awhile the traitor's life:- 'And ten to one is no impeach of valour. [They lay hands on YORK, who struggles. Clif. Ay, ay, so strives the woodcock with the gin. North. So doth the coney struggle in the net. [YORK is taken prisoner. York. So triumph thieves upon their conquer'd booty; "It is war's prize-] It is the estimation of people at war; the settled opinion. So true men yield, with robbers so o'er-match'd. North. What would your grace have done unto him now? Q. Mar. Brave warriors, Clifford, and Northumberland, Come make him stand upon this molehill here; 'That raught at mountains with outstretched arms, Yet parted but the shadow with his hand.— * What! was it you, that would be England's king? Was't you that revell'd in our parliament, And made a preachment of your high descent? Or, with the rest, where is your darling Rutland? Alas, poor York! but that I hate thee deadly, I pr'ythee, grieve, to make me merry, York; Stamp, rave, and fret, that I may sing and dance. What, hath thy fiery heart so parch'd thine entrails, That not a tear can fall for Rutland's death? * Why art thou patient, man? thou should'st be mad; * And I, to make thee mad, do mock thee thus. 8 That raught - i. e. That reach'd. The antient preterito and participle passive of reach. 9 this napkin-] A napkin is a handkerchief. Hold you his hands, whilst I do set it on.- Ay, marry, sir, now looks he like a king! Is crown'd so soon, and broke his solemn oath? Till our king Henry had shook hands with death. Now in his life, against your holy oath? Clif. That is my office, for my father's sake. York. She-wolf of France, but worse than wolves of France, 'Whose tongue more poisons than the adder's tooth! How ill-beseeming is it in thy sex, To triumph like an Amazonian trull, Upon their woes, whom fortune captivates ? But that thy face is, visor-like, unchanging, Made impudent with use of evil deeds, I would assay, proud queen, to make thee blush: To tell thee whence thou cam'st, of whom deriv'd, Were shame enough to shame thee, wert thou not shameless. Thy father bears the types of king of Naples, Of both the Sicils, and Jerusalem; Yet not so wealthy as an English yeoman. 2 3 ' And will you pale] i. e. impale, encircle with a crown. to do him dead.] To kill him. the type i. e. the distinguishing mark; an obsolete use of the word. Hath that poor monarch taught thee to insult? That beggars, mounted, run their horse to death. 'Tis beauty, that doth oft make women proud; But, God he knows, thy share thereof is small: "Tis virtue, that doth make them most admir'd; The contrary doth make thee wonder'd at: 'Tis government, that makes them seem divine;* The want thereof makes thee abominable: Thou art as opposite to every good, As the Antipodes are unto us, Or as the south to the septentrion." O, tiger's heart, wrapp'd in a woman's hide! How could'st thou drain the life-blood of the child, To bid the father wipe his eyes withal, And yet be seen to bear a woman's face? Women are soft, mild, pitiful, and flexible; 'Thou stern, obdurate, flinty, rough, remorseless. 'Bid'st thou me rage? why, now thou hast thy wish: 'Would'st have me weep? why, now thou hast thy will: 'For raging wind blows up incessant showers, And, when the rage allays, the rain begins. These tears are my sweet Rutland's obsequies; And every drop cries vengeance for his death, "'Gainst thee, fell Clifford,-and thee false French woman. North. Beshrew me, but his passions move me so, That hardly can I check my eyes from tears. York. That face of his the hungry cannibals Would not have touch'd, would not have stain'd with blood: 'Tis government, that makes them seem divine;] Government, in the language of that time, signified evenness of temper, and decency of manners. JOHNSON. 5 -septentrion.] i. e. the North. Septentrio, Lat. |