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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