The Tragedie of Richard D. of
13301100Who kild our tender brother
Rutland,
13311101And
stabd our princelie father Duke of
Yorke.
13351102War. From o
ff the gates of
Yorke fetch downe the
13361103Head, Your fathers head which
Clifford placed there,
13371104In
steed of that, let his
supplie the roome.
13381105Mea
sure for mea
sure mu
st be an
swered.
13391106Edw. Bring forth that fatall
skrichowle to
13401108That nothing
sung to vs but bloud and death,
13421109Now his euill boding tongue no more
shall
speake.
13431110War. I thinke his vnder
standing is bereft.
13441111Say
Clifford, doe
st thou know who
speakes to thee?
13451112Darke cloudie death ore
shades his beames of life,
13461113And he nor
sees nor heares vs what we
saie.
13471114Rich. Oh would he did, and
so perhaps he doth,
13481115And tis his policie that in the time of death,
13491116He might auoid
such bitter
stormes as he
13501117In his houre of death did giue vnto our father.
13511118George. Richard if thou thinke
st so, vex him with ea
- 13531120Rich. Clifford, a
ske mercie and obtaine no grace.
13541121Edw. Clifford, repent in bootle
sse penitence.
13551122War. Clifford deui
se excu
ses for thy fault.
13561123George. Whil
st we deui
se fell tortures for thy fault.
13571124Rich. Thou pittied
st Yorke, and I am
sonne to
Yorke.
13581125Edw. Thou pittied
st Rutland, and I will pittie thee.
13591126George. Wheres captaine
Margaret to fence you
13601128War. They mocke thee
Clifford,
sweare as thou wa
st 13621130Rich. What not an oth? Nay, then
I know hees dead,
Tis