401317Tutor. Oh flie my Lord, lets leaue the Castell,

318And flie to Wakefield straight.

320Rut. O Tutor, looke where bloudie Clifford comes.

403321Clif. Chaplin awaie, thy Priesthood saues thy life,

404322As for the brat of that accursed Duke

405323Whose father slew my father, he shall die.

408324Tutor Oh Clifford spare this tender Lord, least

409325Heauen reuenge it on thy head: Oh saue his life.

407326Clif. Soldiers awaie and drag him hence perforce:

327Awaie with the villaine. Exit the Chaplein.

410328How now, what dead alreadie? or is it feare that

411329Makes him close his eies? Ile open them.

413330Rut. So lookes the pent vp Lion on the lambe,

415331And so he walkes insulting ouer his praie,

416332And so he turnes againe to rend his limmes in sunder,

417333Oh Clifford, kill me with thy sword, and

418334Not with such a cruell threatning looke,

420335I am too meane a subiect for thy wrath,

421336Be thou reuengde on men, and let me liue.

422337Clif. In vaine thou speakest poore boy: my fathers

423338Bloud hath stopt the passage where thy wordes shoulde

424339enter.

425340Rut. Then let my fathers blood ope it againe? he is a

426341Man, and Clifford cope with him.

427342Clif. Had I thy brethren here, their liues and thine

428343Were not reuenge sufficient for me.

429344Or should I dig vp thy forefathers graues,

430345And hang their rotten coffins vp in chaines,

431346It could not slake mine ire, nor ease my hart.

432347The sight of anie of the house of Yorke,

433348Is as a furie to torment my soule.

434349Therefore till I root out that curssed line

435350And leaue not one on earth, Ile liue in hell therefore.

437351Rut. Oh let me praie, before I take my death.

438352To thee I praie: Sweet Clifford pittie me.

439353Clif. I, such pittie as my rapiers point affords.

440354Rut. I neuer did thee hurt, wherefore wilt thou kill

441355mee?

442356Clif. Thy father hath.

443357Rut. But twas ere I was borne.

444358Thou hast one sonne, for his sake pittie me,

445359Least in reuenge thereof, sith God is iust,

446360He be as miserablie slaine as I.

447361Oh, let me liue in prison all my daies,

448362And when I giue occasion of offence,

449363Then let me die, for now thou hast no cause.

450364Clif. No cause? Thy Father slew my father, therefore

451365Die.

453366Plantagenet I come Plantagenet,

454367And this thy sonnes bloud cleauing to my blade,

455368Shall rust vpon my weapon, till thy bloud

456369Congeald with his, doe make me wipe off both. Exit.