32882092 Alarmes to the battaile, and then enter the Duke of Somerset 3288.12093 and Richard fighting, and Richard kils him vnder the signe of 32892095Rich. So Lie thou there, and breathe thy la
st.
H2 For
The first part of the contention of the two famous
32902100And now behold, vnder a paltry Ale-hou
se
signe,
32922102Somer
set hath made the Wi
ssard famous by his death.
32182104Alarme again, and enter the Earle of 32192106VVar. Cli
fford of Comberland, tis Warwicke calles,
32202107And if thou doe
st not hide thee from the Beare,
32212108Now whil
st the angry Trompets
sound Alarmes,
32222109And dead mens cries do
fill the emptie aire:
32232110Cli
fford I
say, come forth and
fight with me,
32242111Proud Northerne Lord, Cli
fford of Comberland,
32252112Warwicke is hoar
se with calling thee to Armes.
3225.22114Warwicke
stand
still, and view the way that Cli
fford hewes with
3225.32115his murthering Curtelaxe, through the fainting troopes to
finde
3225.52117Warwicke
stand
still, and
stir not till I come.
32272119VVar. How now my Lord, what a foote?
32282121Yorke. The deadly hand of Cli
fford. Noble Lord,
32292124But I did kill his hor
se he lou'd
so well,
32312125The bonie
st gray that ere was bred in North.
32322126Enter Clifford, and Warwicke offers to 32342128Hold Warwicke, and
seeke thee out
some other cha
se,
32352129My
selfe will hunt this deare to death.
32362130VVar. Braue Lord, tis for a Crowne thou
fights,
32372131Cli
fford farewell, as I entend to pro
sper well to day,
32382132It grieues my
soule to leaue thee vna
ssaild.
3238.22134Yorke. Now Cli
fford,
since we are
singled here alone,
Be
Houses, of Yorke and Lancaster.
32332135Be this the day of doome to one of vs,
32422136For now my heart hath
sworne immortall hate
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 re
st,
3247.32141Till I haue
spoyld the hatefull hou
se of Yorke.
3247.42142Alarmes, and they fight, and Yorke kils Clifford. 32502143Yorke. Now Lanca
ster
sit
sure, thy
sinowes
shrinke,
32512144Come fearefull Henry grouelling on thy face,
3251.12145Yeeld vp thy Crowne vnto the Prince of Yorke.
32522147Alarmes, then enter yoong Clifford alone. 32712150O! di
small
sight,
see where he breathle
sse lies,
32722151All
smeard and weltred in his luke-warme blood,
3272.12152Ah, aged pillar of all Comberlands true hou
se,
3272.22153Sweete father, to thy murthred ghoa
st I
sweare,
32732154Immortall hate vnto the hou
se of Yorke,
32742155Nor neuer
shall I
sleepe
secure one night,
32752156Till I haue furiou
sly reuengde thy death,
32822157And left not one of them to breath on earth.
32842159And thus as old Anky
ses
sonne did beare
3284.22161And fought with him again
st the bloodie Greeks,
32852162Euen
so will I. But
staie, heres one of them,
3285.12163To whom my
soule hath
sworne immortall hate.
3285.22164Enter Richard, and then Clifford laies downe his father, 3285.32165fights with him, and Richard flies away againe. 3285.42166Out crooktbacke villaine, get thee from my
sight,
3285.62168When I haue borne my father to his Tent,
3285.72169Ile trie my fortune better with thee yet.
H3 Alarmes,
The first part of the contention of the two famous
3318.12172Alarmes againe, and then enter three or foure, bearing the Duke 32962174Alarmes still, and then enter the King and Queene. 32972175Queene. Avvay my Lord, and
flie to London
straight,
3297.12176Make ha
st, for vengeance comes along vvith them,
32982178King. Come then faire Queene to London let vs ha
st,