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King Henry VI, Part III

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ACT II SCENE VI Another part of the field. 
[A loud alarum. Enter CLIFFORD, wounded]
CLIFFORDHere burns my candle out; ay, here it dies,
Which, whiles it lasted, gave King Henry light.
O Lancaster, I fear thy overthrow
More than my body's parting with my soul!
My love and fear glued many friends to thee;5
And, now I fall, thy tough commixture melts.
Impairing Henry, strengthening misproud York,
The common people swarm like summer flies;
And whither fly the gnats but to the sun?
And who shines now but Henry's enemies?10
O Phoebus, hadst thou never given consent
That Phaethon should cheque thy fiery steeds,
Thy burning car never had scorch'd the earth!
And, Henry, hadst thou sway'd as kings should do,
Or as thy father and his father did,15
Giving no ground unto the house of York,
They never then had sprung like summer flies;
I and ten thousand in this luckless realm
Had left no mourning widows for our death;
And thou this day hadst kept thy chair in peace.20
For what doth cherish weeds but gentle air?
And what makes robbers bold but too much lenity?
Bootless are plaints, and cureless are my wounds;
No way to fly, nor strength to hold out flight:
The foe is merciless, and will not pity;25
For at their hands I have deserved no pity.
The air hath got into my deadly wounds,
And much effuse of blood doth make me faint.
Come, York and Richard, Warwick and the rest;
I stabb'd your fathers' bosoms, split my breast.30
[He faints]
[ Alarum and retreat. Enter EDWARD, GEORGE, RICHARD, MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and Soldiers ]
EDWARDNow breathe we, lords: good fortune bids us pause,
And smooth the frowns of war with peaceful looks.
Some troops pursue the bloody-minded queen,
That led calm Henry, though he were a king,
As doth a sail, fill'd with a fretting gust,35
Command an argosy to stem the waves.
But think you, lords, that Clifford fled with them?
WARWICKNo, 'tis impossible he should escape,
For, though before his face I speak the words
Your brother Richard mark'd him for the grave:40
And wheresoe'er he is, he's surely dead.
[CLIFFORD groans, and dies]
EDWARDWhose soul is that which takes her heavy leave?
RICHARDA deadly groan, like life and death's departing.
EDWARDSee who it is: and, now the battle's ended,
If friend or foe, let him be gently used.45
RICHARDRevoke that doom of mercy, for 'tis Clifford;
Who not contented that he lopp'd the branch
In hewing Rutland when his leaves put forth,
But set his murdering knife unto the root
From whence that tender spray did sweetly spring,50
I mean our princely father, Duke of York.
WARWICKFrom off the gates of York fetch down the head,
Your father's head, which Clifford placed there;
Instead whereof let this supply the room:
Measure for measure must be answered.55
EDWARDBring forth that fatal screech-owl to our house,
That nothing sung but death to us and ours:
Now death shall stop his dismal threatening sound,
And his ill-boding tongue no more shall speak.
WARWICKI think his understanding is bereft.60
Speak, Clifford, dost thou know who speaks to thee?
Dark cloudy death o'ershades his beams of life,
And he nor sees nor hears us what we say.

RICHARDO, would he did! and so perhaps he doth:
'Tis but his policy to counterfeit,65
Because he would avoid such bitter taunts
Which in the time of death he gave our father.
GEORGEIf so thou think'st, vex him with eager words.
RICHARDClifford, ask mercy and obtain no grace.
EDWARDClifford, repent in bootless penitence.70
WARWICKClifford, devise excuses for thy faults.
GEORGEWhile we devise fell tortures for thy faults.
RICHARDThou didst love York, and I am son to York.
EDWARDThou pitied'st Rutland; I will pity thee.
GEORGEWhere's Captain Margaret, to fence you now?75
WARWICKThey mock thee, Clifford: swear as thou wast wont.
RICHARDWhat, not an oath? nay, then the world goes hard
When Clifford cannot spare his friends an oath.
I know by that he's dead; and, by my soul,
If this right hand would buy two hour's life,80
That I in all despite might rail at him,
This hand should chop it off, and with the
issuing blood
Stifle the villain whose unstanched thirst
York and young Rutland could not satisfy.85
WARWICKAy, but he's dead: off with the traitor's head,
And rear it in the place your father's stands.
And now to London with triumphant march,
There to be crowned England's royal king:
From whence shall Warwick cut the sea to France,90
And ask the Lady Bona for thy queen:
So shalt thou sinew both these lands together;
And, having France thy friend, thou shalt not dread
The scatter'd foe that hopes to rise again;
For though they cannot greatly sting to hurt,95
Yet look to have them buzz to offend thine ears.
First will I see the coronation;
And then to Brittany I'll cross the sea,
To effect this marriage, so it please my lord.
EDWARDEven as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, let it be;100
For in thy shoulder do I build my seat,
And never will I undertake the thing
Wherein thy counsel and consent is wanting.
Richard, I will create thee Duke of Gloucester,
And George, of Clarence: Warwick, as ourself,105
Shall do and undo as him pleaseth best.
RICHARDLet me be Duke of Clarence, George of Gloucester;
For Gloucester's dukedom is too ominous.
WARWICKTut, that's a foolish observation:
Richard, be Duke of Gloucester. Now to London,110
To see these honours in possession.

Continue to 3 Henry VI, Act 3, Scene 1


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