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  • Title: Henry VI, Part 2 (Quarto 1, 1594)

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    Author: William Shakespeare
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    Henry VI, Part 2 (Quarto 1, 1594)

    Houses, of Yorke and Lancaster.
    Be this the day of doome to one of vs,
    For now my heart hath sworne immortall hate
    3242.1To thee and all the house of Lancaster.
    Cliffood. And here I stand, and pitch my foot to thine,
    3247.1Vowing neuer to stir, till thou or I be slaine.
    For neuer shall my heart be safe at rest,
    Till I haue spoyld the hatefull house of Yorke.
    Alarmes, and they fight, and Yorke kils Clifford.
    3250Yorke. Now Lancaster sit sure, thy sinowes shrinke,
    Come fearefull Henry grouelling on thy face,
    3251.1Yeeld vp thy Crowne vnto the Prince of Yorke.
    Exet Yorke.
    Alarmes, then enter yoong Clifford alone.
    3252.1Yoong Clifford. Father of Comberland,
    Where may I seeke my aged father forth?
    O! dismall sight, see where he breathlesse lies,
    All smeard and weltred in his luke-warme blood,
    3272.1Ah, aged pillar of all Comberlands true house,
    Sweete father, to thy murthred ghoast I sweare,
    Immortall hate vnto the house of Yorke,
    Nor neuer shall I sleepe secure one night,
    3275Till I haue furiously reuengde thy death,
    And left not one of them to breath on earth.

    3282.1He takes him vp on his backe.
    And thus as old Ankyses sonne did beare
    3284.1His aged father on his manly backe,
    And fought with him against the bloodie Greeks,
    3285Euen so will I. But staie, heres one of them,
    3285.1To whom my soule hath sworne immortall hate.
    Enter Richard, and then Clifford laies downe his father,
    fights with him, and Richard flies away againe.
    Out crooktbacke villaine, get thee from my sight,
    3285.5But I will after thee, and once againe
    When I haue borne my father to his Tent,
    Ile trie my fortune better with thee yet.
    Exet yoong Clifford with his
    H3 Alarmes,