R. Plan. Oft have I seen a hot o'er-weening cur York. Nay, we fhall heat you thorowly anon. Clif. Take heed, left by your heat you burn your felves. K. Henry. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to bow; Old Salisbury, fhame to thy filver hair, Thou mad mif leader of thy brain fick fon, What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the ruffian, my felf K. Henry. Haft thou not fworn allegiance unto me? K. Henry. Canft thou dispense with heav'n for fuch Sal It is great fin to fwear unto a fin; Το To wring the widow from her cuftom'd right, Q. Mar. A fubtle traitor needs no fophifter. K. Henry. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm himself. Old Clif. The firft I warrant thee; if dreams prove true. War. You were beft go to bed and dream again, War. Now by my father's Badge, old Nevil's Creft, Old Cliff. And from thy Burgonet I'll rend thy bear, Y. Clif. And fo to Arms, victorious noble father, R. Plan. Fie, charity for fhame, speak not in fpight, Y. Clif. Foul ftigmatick, that's more than thou canst R. Plan. If not in heav'n, you'll furely fup in hell. War. CLA Albans. Enter Warwick. LIFFORD of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick calls; And if thou doft not hide thee from the bear, (Now when the angry trumpet founds alarum, And And dying mens' cries do fill the empty air,) Enter York. War. How now, my noble lord? what all a-foot? York. The deadly-handed Clifford flew my Steed: But match to match I have encountred him, And made a prey for carrion kites and crows Ev'n of the bonny beast he lov'd fo well. Enter Clifford. War. Of one or both of us the time is come. York. Hold, Warwick: feek thee out fome other chace, For I myself muft hunt this deer to death. War. Then nobly, York; 'tis for a Crown thou fight'ft: As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to day, It grieves my foul to leave thee unaffail'd. [Exit War. Clif. What feeft thou in me, York? why doft thou paufe? York. With thy brave Bearing should I be in love, But that thou art fo faft mine enemy. Clif. Nor fhould thy Prowefs want praise and efteem, But that 'tis fhewn ignobly, and in treafon. York. So let it help me now against thy fword, As I in Juftice and true Right express it. Clif. My foul and body on the action both! York. A dreadful lay, address thee inftantly. [Fight. [Dies. ftill; York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art 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 disorder; and disorder wounds, Where it should guard. O war! thou son of hell, Whom angry heav'ns do make their minister, Throw Alarum. Retreat. Enter York, Richard Plantagenet, Warwick, and Soldiers, with Drum and Colours. York. Of Salisbury, who can report of him? R. Plan. My noble father, Three times to day I help him to his horfe, But ftill, where danger was, ftill there I met him But noble as he is, look, where he comes. Sal. Now, by my fword, well haft thou fought to day; And it hath pleas'd him, that three times to day York. I know, our fafety is to follow them; [Exeunt. THE The Castle in St. Albans, Somerset Hath made the Wizard famous in his death; Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful still: [Exit Richard Plantagenet. Fight. Excurfions. Enter King Henry, Queen Margaret, and others. Q. Mar. Away, my lord, you are flow; for fhame, away. K. Henry. Can we out-run the heav'ns! good Margret, stay.. Q. Mar. What are you made of? you'll not fight, nor fly: 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. If [Alarum afar off 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 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 prefent parts. [Exeunt. The Death of Somerfet here accomplishes that equivocal Prediction given by Jordan, the Witch, concerning this Duke; which we met with at the Close of the first Act of this Play: Let bim fhun Castles; Safer fhail be be upon the fandy Plains, Than where Castles, mounted, and. i. e. the Representation of a Castle, mounted for a Sign. Alarum. |