Act V
Scene I
Fields between Dartford and Blackheath.
Enter York, and his army of Irish, with drum and colours. | |
York |
From Ireland thus comes York to claim his right,
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Enter Buckingham. | |
Whom have we here? Buckingham, to disturb me?
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Buckingham | York, if thou meanest well, I greet thee well. |
York |
Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy greeting.
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Buckingham |
A messenger from Henry, our dread liege,
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York |
Aside. Scarce can I speak, my choler is so great:
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Buckingham |
That is too much presumption on thy part:
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York | Upon thine honour, is he prisoner? |
Buckingham | Upon mine honour, he is prisoner. |
York |
Then, Buckingham, I do dismiss my powers.
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Buckingham |
York, I commend this kind submission:
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Enter King and Attendants. | |
King |
Buckingham, doth York intend no harm to us,
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York |
In all submission and humility
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King | Then what intends these forces thou dost bring? |
York |
To heave the traitor Somerset from hence,
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Enter Iden, with Cade’s head. | |
Iden |
If one so rude and of so mean condition
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King |
The head of Cade! Great God, how just art Thou!
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Iden | I was, an’t like your majesty. |
King | How art thou call’d? and what is thy degree? |
Iden |
Alexander Iden, that’s my name;
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Buckingham |
So please it you, my lord, ’twere not amiss
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King |
Iden, kneel down. He kneels. Rise up a knight.
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Iden |
May Iden live to merit such a bounty,
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Enter Queen and Somerset. | |
King |
See, Buckingham, Somerset comes with the queen:
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Queen |
For thousand Yorks he shall not hide his head,
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York |
How now! is Somerset at liberty?
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Somerset |
O monstrous traitor! I arrest thee, York,
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York |
Wouldst have me kneel? first let me ask of these,
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Queen |
Call hither Clifford; bid him come amain,
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York |
O blood-besotted Neapolitan,
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Enter Edward and Richard. | |
See where they come: I’ll warrant they’ll make it good. | |
Enter old Clifford and his Son. | |
Queen | And here comes Clifford to deny their bail. |
Clifford | Health and all happiness to my lord the king! Kneels. |
York |
I thank thee, Clifford: say, what news with thee?
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Clifford |
This is my king, York, I do not mistake;
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King |
Ay, Clifford; a bedlam and ambitious humour
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Clifford |
He is a traitor; let him to the Tower,
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Queen |
He is arrested, but will not obey;
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York | Will you not, sons? |
Edward | Ay, noble father, if our words will serve. |
Richard | And if words will not, then our weapons shall. |
Clifford | Why, what a brood of traitors have we here! |
York |
Look in a glass, and call thy image so:
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Enter the Earls of Warwick and Salisbury. | |
Clifford |
Are these thy bears? we’ll bait thy bears to death,
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Richard |
Oft have I seen a hot o’er-weening cur
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Clifford |
Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested lump,
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York | Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly anon. |
Clifford | Take heed, lest by your heat you burn yourselves. |
King |
Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to bow?
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Salisbury |
My lord, I have consider’d with myself
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King | Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto me? |
Salisbury | I have. |
King | Canst thou dispense with heaven for such an oath? |
Salisbury |
It is great sin to swear unto a sin,
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Queen | A subtle traitor needs no sophister. |
King | Call Buckingham, and bid him arm himself. |
York |
Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou hast,
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Clifford | The first I warrant thee, if dreams prove true. |
Warwick |
You were best to go to bed and dream again,
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Clifford |
I am resolved to bear a greater storm
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Warwick |
Now, by my father’s badge, old Nevil’s crest,
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Clifford |
And from thy burgonet I’ll rend thy bear
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Young Clifford |
And so to arms, victorious father,
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Richard |
Fie! charity, for shame! speak not in spite,
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Young Clifford | Foul stigmatic, that’s more than thou canst tell. |
Richard | If not in heaven, you’ll surely sup in hell. Exeunt severally. |
Scene II
Saint Alban’s.
Alarums to the battle. Enter Warwick. | |
Warwick |
Clifford of Cumberland, ’tis Warwick calls:
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Enter York. | |
How now, my noble lord! what, all afoot? | |
York |
The deadly-handed Clifford slew my steed,
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Enter old Clifford. | |
Warwick | Of one or both of us the time is come. |
York |
Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some other chase,
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Warwick |
Then, nobly, York; ’tis for a crown thou fight’st.
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Clifford | What seest thou in me, York? why dost thou pause? |
York |
With thy brave bearing should I be in love,
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Clifford |
Nor should thy prowess want praise and esteem,
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York |
So let it help me now against thy sword
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Clifford | My soul and body on the action both! |
York | A dreadful lay! Address thee instantly. They fight, and Clifford falls. |
Clifford | La fin couronne les œuvres. Dies. |
York |
Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art still.
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Enter Young Clifford. | |
Young Clifford |
Shame and confusion! all is on the rout;
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Enter Richard and Somerset to fight. Somerset is killed. | |
Richard |
So, lie thou there;
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Fight: excursions. Enter King, Queen, and others. | |
Queen | Away, my lord! you are slow; for shame, away! |
King | Can we outrun the heavens? good Margaret, stay. |
Queen |
What are you made of? you’ll nor fight nor fly:
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Re-enter Young Clifford. | |
Young Clifford |
But that my heart’s on future mischief set,
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Scene III
Fields near St. Alban’s.
Alarum. Retreat. Enter York, Richard, Warwick, and Soldiers, with drum and colours. | |
York |
Of Salisbury, who can report of him,
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Richard |
My noble father,
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Enter Salisbury. | |
Salisbury |
Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought to-day;
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York |
I know our safety is to follow them;
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Warwick |
After them! nay, before them, if we can.
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