The Tragedie of Richard D. of
446360He be as mi
serablie
slaine as
I.
447361Oh, let me liue in pri
son all my daies,
448362And when
I giue occa
sion of o
ffence,
449363Then let me die, for now thou ha
st no cau
se.
450364Clif. No cau
se? Thy Father
slew my father, therefore
453366Plantagenet I come
Plantagenet,
454367And this thy
sonnes bloud cleauing to my blade,
455368Shall ru
st vpon my weapon, till thy bloud
456369Congeald with his, doe make me wipe o
ff both.
Exit. 457370Alarmes, Enter the Duke of Yorke solus. 458371Yorke Ah
Yorke, po
st to thy ca
stell,
saue thy life,
459372The goale is lo
st thou hou
se of
Lancaster,
460373Thri
se happie chance is it for thee and thine,
461374That heauen abridgde my daies and cals me hence,
463375But God knowes what chance hath betide my
sonnes;
464376But this I know they haue demeand them
selues,
465377Like men borne to renowne by life or death:
466378Three times this daie came
Richard to my
sight,
467379And cried courage Father: Vi
ctorie or death,
468380And twi
se
so oft came
Edward to my view,
469381With purple Faulchen painted to the hilts,
470382In bloud of tho
se whom he had
slaughtered.
480383Oh harke,
I heare the drums? No waie to
flie:
484384No waie to
saue my life? And heere
I staie:
385And heere my life mu
st end.
485386Enter the Queene, Clifford, Northumberland, Come