Yorke, and Henrie the Sixt.
 1094945And in that vow now ioine my 
soule to thee,
  1097946Thou 
setter vp and puller downe of kings,
  1098947vouch
safe a gentle vi
ctorie to vs,
  1099948Or let vs die before we loo
se the daie:
  1111949George. Then let vs ha
ste to cheere the 
souldiers harts,
  1112950And call them pillers that will 
stand to vs,
  1114951And hiely promi
se to remunerate
  1115952Their tru
stie 
seruice, in the
se dangerous warres.
  1116953Rich. Come, come awaie, and 
stand not to debate,
  1117954For yet is hope of fortune good enough.
  1118955Brothers, giue me your hands, and let vs part
  956And take our leaues vntill we meet againe,
  957Where ere it be in heauen or in earth.
  958Now I that neuer wept, now melt in wo,
  959To 
see the
se dire mi
shaps continue 
so.
  1109961War. Awaie awaie, once more 
sweet Lords farewell.
  1119963Alarmes, and then enter Richard at one dore   964and Clifford at the other.  965Rich. A 
Clifford a 
Clifford.
  966Clif. A 
Richard a 
Richard.
  1120967Rich. Now 
Clifford, for 
Yorke & young 
Rutlands death,
  1121968This thir
sty 
sword that longs to drinke thy bloud,
  1122969Shall lop thy limmes, and 
sli
se thy cur
sed hart,
  1123970For to reuenge the murders thou ha
st made.
  1124971Clif. Now 
Richard, I am with thee here alone,
  1125972This is the hand that 
stabd thy father 
Yorke,
  1126973And this the hand that 
slew thy brother 
Rutland,
  1127974And heres the heart that triumphs in their deathes,
  1128975And cheeres the
se hands that 
slew thy 
sire and brother,
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