The Tragedie of Richard D. of
303Your welcome to
Sandall in an happie houre,
383304The armie of the Queene meanes to be
siedge vs.
384305Sir Iohn. Shee
shall not neede my Lorde, weele meete
386307York What with
fiue thou
sand
souldiers vncle?
387308Rich. I father, with
fiue hundred for a need,
388309A womans generall, what
should you feare?
395310York. Indeed, manie braue battels haue I woon
396311In
Normandie, when as the enimie
397312Hath bin ten to one, and why
should I now doubt
313Of the like
succe
sse? I am re
solu'd. Come lets goe.
314Edw. Lets martch awaie, I heare their drums.
Exit. 399315Alarmes, and then Enter the yong Earle of 316Rutland and his Tutor. 401317Tutor. Oh
flie my Lord, lets leaue the Ca
stell,
318And
flie to
Wakefield straight.
320Rut. O Tutor, looke where bloudie
Clifford comes.
403321Clif. Chaplin awaie, thy Prie
sthood
saues thy life,
404322As for the brat of that accur
sed Duke
405323Who
se father
slew my father, he
shall die.
408324Tutor Oh
Clifford spare this tender Lord, lea
st 409325Heauen reuenge it on thy head: Oh
saue his life.
407326Clif. Soldiers awaie and drag him hence perforce:
327Awaie with the villaine.
Exit the Chaplein. 410328How now, what dead alreadie? or is it feare that
411329Makes him clo
se his eies? Ile open them.
413330Rut. So lookes the pent vp Lion on the lambe,
And