12821054Clif. Heere burnes my candell out,

12831055That whilst it lasted gaue king Henry light.

12841056Ah Lancaster, I feare thine ouerthrow,

12851057More then my bodies parting from my soule.

12861058My loue and feare glude manie friendes to thee,

12871059And now I die, that tough commixture melts.

12881060Impairing Henry strengthened misproud Yorke,

12891061The common people swarme like summer flies,

1062And whither flies the Gnats but to the sun?

12901063And who shines now but Henries enemie?

12911064Oh Phoebus hadst thou neuer giuen consent,

12921065That Phaeton should checke thy fierie steedes,

12931066Thy burning carre had neuer scorcht the earth.

12941067And Henry hadst thou liu'd as kings should doe,

12951068And as thy father and his father did,

12961069Giuing no foot vnto the house of Yorke,

12981070I and ten thousand in this wofull land,

12991071Had left no mourning Widdowes for our deathes,

13001072And thou this daie hadst kept thy throne in peace.

13011073For what doth cherish weedes but gentle aire?

13021074And what makes robbers bold but lenitie?

13031075Bootlesse are plaintes, and curelesse are my woundes,

13041076No waie to flie, no strength to hold our flight,

13051077The foe is mercilesse and will not pittie me,

13061078And at their hands I haue deserude no pittie.

13071079The aire is got into my bleeding wounds,

13081080And much effuse of bloud doth make me faint,

13091081Come Yorke and Richard, Warwike and the rest,

13101082I stabde your fathers, now come split my brest.

13131085Edw. Thus farre our fortunes keepes an vpward

13141086Course, and we are grast with wreathes of victorie.

13151087Some troopes pursue the bloudie minded Queene,

13161088That now towards Barwike doth poste amaine,

13191089But thinke you that Clifford is fled awaie with them?

13201090War. No, tis impossible he should escape,

13211091For though before his face I speake the words,

13221092Your brother Richard markt him for the graue.

13231093And where so ere he be I warrant him dead.

1095Edw. Harke, what soule is this that takes his heauy leaue?

13251096Rich. A deadlie grone, like life and deaths departure.

13261097Edw. See who it is, and now the battailes ended,

13281098Friend or foe, let him be friendlie vsed.

13291099Rich. Reuerse that doome of mercie, for tis Clifford.

C4 Who

13301100Who kild our tender brother Rutland,

13311101And stabd our princelie father Duke of Yorke.

13351102War. From off the gates of Yorke fetch downe the

13361103Head, Your fathers head which Clifford placed there,

13371104Insteed of that, let his supplie the roome.

13381105Measure for measure must be answered.

13391106Edw. Bring forth that fatall skrichowle to

1107our house,

13401108That nothing sung to vs but bloud and death,

13421109Now his euill boding tongue no more shall speake.

13431110War. I thinke his vnderstanding is bereft.

13441111Say Clifford, doest thou know who speakes to thee?

13451112Darke cloudie death oreshades 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 thinkest so, vex him with ea-

13521119ger words.

13531120Rich. Clifford, aske mercie and obtaine no grace.

13541121Edw. Clifford, repent in bootlesse penitence.

13551122War. Clifford deuise excuses for thy fault.

13561123George. Whilst we deuise fell tortures for thy fault.

13571124Rich. Thou pittiedst Yorke, and I am sonne to Yorke.

13581125Edw. Thou pittiedst Rutland, and I will pittie thee.

13591126George. Wheres captaine Margaret to fence you

1127now?

13601128War. They mocke thee Clifford, sweare as thou wast

13611129wont.

13621130Rich. What not an oth? Nay, then I know hees dead,

13631131Tis hard, when Clifford cannot foord his friend an oath.

13641132By this I know hees dead, and by my soule,

13651133Would this right hand buy but an howres life,

13661134That I in all contempt might raile at him.

13671135Ide cut it off and with the issuing bloud,

13681136Stifle the villaine whose instanched thirst,

13691137Yorke and young Rutland could not satisfie.

13701138War. I, but he is dead, off with the traitors head,

13711139And reare it in the place your fathers stands.

13721140And now to London with triumphant march,

13731141There to be crowned Englands lawfull king.

13741142From thence shall Warwike crosse the seas to France,

13751143And aske the ladie Bona for thy Queene,

13761144So shalt thou sinew both these landes togither,

13771145And hauing France thy friend thou needst not dread,

13781146The scattered foe that hopes to rise againe.

13791147And though they cannot greatly sting to hurt,

13801148Yet looke to haue them busie to offend thine eares.

13811149First Ile see the coronation done,

13821150And afterward Ile crosse the seas to France,

13831151To effect this marriage if it please my Lord.

13841152Edw. Euen as thou wilt good Warwike let it be.

13851153But first before we goe, George kneele downe.

13881154We here create thee Duke of Clarence, and girt thee with

1155the sword.

13891156Our younger brother Richard Duke of Glocester.

13901157Warwike as my selfe shal do & vndo as him pleaseth best.

13911158Rich. Let me be Duke of Clarence, George of Gloster,

13921159For Glosters Dukedome is too ominous.

13931160War. Tush thats a childish obseruation.

13941161Richard be Duke of Gloster. Now to London.

13951162To see these honors in possession. Exeunt Omnes.