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- Edition: Henry VI, Part 3
Henry VI, Part 3 (Folio 1, 1623)
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150The third Part of Henry the Sixt.
351Thou Richard shalt to the Duke of Norfolke,
352And tell him priuily of our intent.
353You Edward shall vnto my Lord Cobham,
355In them I trust: for they are Souldiors,
356Wittie, courteous, liberall, full of spirit.
357While you are thus imploy'd, what resteth more?
359And yet the King not priuie to my Drift,
361Enter Gabriel.
363poste?
364Gabriel. The Queene,
365With all the Northerne Earles and Lords,
367She is hard by, with twentie thousand men:
368And therefore fortifie your Hold, my Lord.
369Yorke. I, with my Sword.
370What? think'st thou, that we feare them?
373Let Noble Warwicke, Cobham, and the rest,
374Whom we haue left Protectors of the King,
377Mount. Brother, I goe: Ile winne them, feare it not.
378And thus most humbly I doe take my leaue.
379 Exit Mountague.
380Enter Mortimer, and his Brother.
381York. Sir Iohn, and Sir Hugh Mortimer, mine Vnckles,
382You are come to Sandall in a happie houre.
383The Armie of the Queene meane to besiege vs.
385field.
388A Woman's generall: what should we feare?
389 A March afarre off.
390Edward. I heare their Drummes:
391Let's set our men in order,
393 Yorke. Fiue men to twentie: though the oddes be great,
394I doubt not, Vnckle, of our Victorie.
395Many a Battaile haue I wonne in France,
396When as the Enemie hath beene tenne to one:
399Enter Rutland, and his Tutor.
401Ah Tutor, looke where bloody Clifford comes.
402Enter Clifford.
404As for the Brat of this accursed Duke,
406Tutor. And I, my Lord, will beare him company.
407Clifford. Souldiers, away with him.
410Clifford. How now? is he dead alreadie?
411Or is it feare, that makes him close his eyes?
412Ile open them.
413 Rutland. So looks the pent-vp Lyon o're the Wretch,
414That trembles vnder his deuouring Pawes:
417Ah gentle Clifford, kill me with thy Sword,
418And not with such a cruell threatning Looke.
421Be thou reueng'd on men, and let me liue.
424Where thy words should enter.
425Rutland. Then let my Fathers blood open it againe,
426He is a man, and Clifford cope with him.
427 Clifford. Had I thy Brethren here, their liues and thine
429No, if I digg'd vp thy fore-fathers Graues,
430And hung their rotten Coffins vp in Chaynes,
433Is as a furie to torment my Soule:
434And till I root out their accursed Line,
435And leaue not one aliue, I liue in Hell.
436Therefore---
437Rutland. Oh let me pray, before I take my death:
441me?
442Clifford. Thy Father hath.
443Rutland. But 'twas ere I was borne.
447Ah, let me liue in Prison all my dayes,
451fore dye.
453Clifford. Plantagenet, I come Plantagenet:
454And this thy Sonnes blood cleauing to my Blade,
455Shall rust vpon my Weapon, till thy blood
457Alarum. Enter Richard, Duke of Yorke.
460And all my followers, to the eager foe
461Turne back, and flye, like Ships before the Winde,
463My Sonnes, God knowes what hath bechanced them:
464But this I know, they haue demean'd themselues
465Like men borne to Renowne, by Life or Death.
466Three times did Richard make a Lane to me,
467And thrice cry'de, Courage Father, fight it out:
468And full as oft came Edward to my side,
469With Purple Faulchion, painted to the Hilt,
470In blood of those that had encountred him:
471And when the hardyest Warriors did retyre,
472Richard cry'de, Charge, and giue no foot of ground,
473And cry'de, A Crowne, or else a glorious Tombe,
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