32332135Be this the day of doome to one of vs,

32422136For now my heart hath sworne immortall hate

3242.12137To thee and all the house of Lancaster.

32472138Cliffood. And here I stand, and pitch my foot to thine,

3247.12139Vowing neuer to stir, till thou or I be slaine.

3247.22140For neuer shall my heart be safe at rest,

3247.32141Till I haue spoyld the hatefull house of Yorke.

32502143Yorke. Now Lancaster sit sure, thy sinowes shrinke,

32512144Come fearefull Henry grouelling on thy face,

3251.12145Yeeld vp thy Crowne vnto the Prince of Yorke.

3252.12148Yoong Clifford. Father of Comberland,

3252.22149Where may I seeke my aged father forth?

32712150O! dismall sight, see where he breathlesse lies,

32722151All smeard and weltred in his luke-warme blood,

3272.12152Ah, aged pillar of all Comberlands true house,

3272.22153Sweete father, to thy murthred ghoast I sweare,

32732154Immortall hate vnto the house of Yorke,

32742155Nor neuer shall I sleepe secure one night,

32752156Till I haue furiously reuengde thy death,

32822157And left not one of them to breath on earth.

32842159And thus as old Ankyses sonne did beare

3284.12160His aged father on his manly backe,

3284.22161And fought with him against the bloodie Greeks,

32852162Euen so will I. But staie, heres one of them,

3285.12163To whom my soule hath sworne immortall hate.

3285.42166Out crooktbacke villaine, get thee from my sight,

3285.52167But I will after thee, and once againe

3285.62168When I haue borne my father to his Tent,

3285.72169Ile trie my fortune better with thee yet.

H3 Alarmes,