Clif. Take heede least by your heate you burne your selues: King. Why Warwicke, hath thy knee forgot to bow?
Old Salsbury, shame to thy siluer haire, Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sicke sonne, What wilt thou on thy death-bed play the Ruffian?
And seeke for sorrow with thy Spectacles?
Oh where is Faith? Oh, where is Loyalty?
If it be banisht from the frostie head, Where shall it finde a harbour in the earth?
Wilt thou go digge a graue to finde out Warre, And shame thine honourable Age with blood?
Why art thou old, and want"st experience?
Or wherefore doest abuse it, if thou hast it?
For shame in dutie bend thy knee to me, That bowes vnto the graue with mickle age
Sal. My Lord, I haue considered with my selfe The t.i.tle of this most renowned Duke, And in my conscience, do repute his grace The rightfull heyre to Englands Royall seate
King. Hast thou not sworne Allegeance vnto me?
Sal. I haue
Ki. Canst thou dispense with heauen for such an oath?
Sal. It is great sinne, to sweare vnto a sinne: But greater sinne to keepe a sinfull oath: Who can be bound by any solemne Vow To do a murd"rous deede, to rob a man, To force a spotlesse Virgins Chast.i.tie, To reaue the Orphan of his Patrimonie, To wring the Widdow from her custom"d right, And haue no other reason for this wrong, But that he was bound by a solemne Oath?
Qu. A subtle Traitor needs no Sophister
King. Call Buckingham, and bid him arme himselfe
Yorke. Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou hast, I am resolu"d for death and dignitie
Old Clif. The first I warrant thee, if dreames proue true War. You were best to go to bed, and dreame againe, To keepe thee from the Tempest of the field
Old Clif. I am resolu"d to beare a greater storme, Then any thou canst coniure vp to day: And that Ile write vpon thy Burgonet, Might I but know thee by thy housed Badge
War. Now by my Fathers badge, old Neuils Crest, The rampant Beare chain"d to the ragged staffe, This day Ile weare aloft my Burgonet, As on a Mountaine top, the Cedar shewes, That keepes his leaues inspight of any storme, Euen to affright thee with the view thereof
Old Clif. And from thy Burgonet Ile rend thy Beare, And tread it vnder foot with all contempt, Despight the Bearard, that protects the Beare
Yo.Clif. And so to Armes victorious Father, To quell the Rebels, and their Complices
Rich. Fie, Charitie for shame, speake not in spight, For you shall sup with Iesu Christ to night
Yo.Clif. Foule stygmaticke that"s more then thou canst tell
Ric. If not in heauen, you"l surely sup in h.e.l.l.
Exeunt.
Enter Warwicke.
War. Clifford of c.u.mberland, "tis Warwicke calles: And if thou dost not hide thee from the Beare, Now when the angrie Trumpet sounds alarum, And dead mens cries do fill the emptie ayre, Clifford I say, come forth and fight with me, Proud Northerne Lord, Clifford of c.u.mberland, Warwicke is hoa.r.s.e with calling thee to armes.
Enter Yorke.
War. How now my n.o.ble Lord? What all a-foot
Yor. The deadly handed Clifford slew my Steed: But match to match I haue encountred him, And made a prey for Carrion Kytes and Crowes Euen of the bonnie beast he loued so well.
Enter Clifford.
War. Of one or both of vs the time is come
Yor. Hold Warwick: seek thee out some other chace For I my selfe must hunt this Deere to death
War. Then n.o.bly Yorke, "tis for a Crown thou fightst: As I intend Clifford to thriue to day, It greeues my soule to leaue thee vna.s.sail"d.
Exit War.
Clif. What seest thou in me Yorke?
Why dost thou pause?
Yorke. With thy braue bearing should I be in loue, But that thou art so fast mine enemie
Clif. Nor should thy prowesse want praise & esteeme, But that "tis shewne ign.o.bly, and in Treason
Yorke. So let it helpe me now against thy sword, As I in iustice, and true right expresse it
Clif. My soule and bodie on the action both
Yor. A dreadfull lay, addresse thee instantly
Clif. La fin Corrone les eumenes
Yor. Thus Warre hath giuen thee peace, for y art still, Peace with his soule, heauen if it be thy will.
Enter yong Clifford.
Clif. Shame and Confusion all is on the rout, Feare frames disorder, and disorder wounds Where it should guard. O Warre, thou sonne of h.e.l.l, Whom angry heauens do make their minister, Throw in the frozen bosomes of our part, Hot Coales of Vengeance. Let no Souldier flye.
He that is truly dedicate to Warre, Hath no selfe-loue: nor he that loues himselfe, Hath not essentially, but by circ.u.mstance The name of Valour. O let the vile world end, And the premised Flames of the Last day, Knit earth and heauen together.
Now let the generall Trumpet blow his blast, Particularities, and pettie sounds To cease. Was"t thou ordain"d (deere Father) To loose thy youth in peace, and to atcheeue The Siluer Liuery of aduised Age, And in thy Reuerence, and thy Chaire-dayes, thus To die in Ruffian battell? Euen at this sight, My heart is turn"d to stone: and while "tis mine, It shall be stony. Yorke, not our old men spares: No more will I their Babes, Teares Virginall, Shall be to me, euen as the Dew to Fire, And Beautie, that the Tyrant oft reclaimes, Shall to my flaming wrath, be Oyle and Flax: Henceforth, I will not haue to do with pitty.
Meet I an infant of the house of Yorke, Into as many gobbits will I cut it As wilde Medea yong Absirtis did.
In cruelty, will I seeke out my Fame.
Come thou new ruine of olde Cliffords house: As did Aeneas old Anchyses beare, So beare I thee vpon my manly shoulders: But then, Aeneas bare a liuing loade; Nothing so heauy as these woes of mine.
Enter Richard, and Somerset to fight.
Rich. So lye thou there: For vnderneath an Ale-house paltry signe, The Castle in S[aint]. Albons, Somerset Hath made the Wizard famous in his death: Sword, hold thy temper; Heart, be wrathfull still: Priests pray for enemies, but Princes kill.
Fight. Excursions.
Enter King, Queene, and others.
Qu. Away my Lord, you are slow, for shame away
King. Can we outrun the Heauens? Good Margaret stay
Qu. What are you made of? You"l nor fight nor fly: Now is it manhood, wisedome, and defence, To giue the enemy way, and to secure vs By what we can, which can no more but flye.
Alarum a farre off.
If you be tane, we then should see the bottome Of all our Fortunes: but if we haply scape, (As well we may, if not through your neglect) We shall to London get, where you are lou"d, And where this breach now in our Fortunes made May readily be stopt.
Enter Clifford.