415331And so he walkes insulting ouer his praie,

416332And so he turnes againe to rend his limmes in sunder,

417333Oh Clifford, kill me with thy sword, and

418334Not with such a cruell threatning looke,

420335I am too meane a subiect for thy wrath,

421336Be thou reuengde on men, and let me liue.

422337Clif. In vaine thou speakest poore boy: my fathers

423338Bloud hath stopt the passage where thy wordes shoulde

424339enter.

425340Rut. Then let my fathers blood ope it againe? he is a

426341Man, and Clifford cope with him.

427342Clif. Had I thy brethren here, their liues and thine

428343Were not reuenge sufficient for me.

429344Or should I dig vp thy forefathers graues,

430345And hang their rotten coffins vp in chaines,

431346It could not slake mine ire, nor ease my hart.

432347The sight of anie of the house of Yorke,

433348Is as a furie to torment my soule.

434349Therefore till I root out that curssed line

435350And leaue not one on earth, Ile liue in hell therefore.

437351Rut. Oh let me praie, before I take my death.

438352To thee I praie: Sweet Clifford pittie me.

439353Clif. I, such pittie as my rapiers point affords.

440354Rut. I neuer did thee hurt, wherefore wilt thou kill

441355mee?

442356Clif. Thy father hath.

443357Rut. But twas ere I was borne.

444358Thou hast one sonne, for his sake pittie me,

445359Least in reuenge thereof, sith God is iust,