CLIFFORD. Are these thy bears? We"ll bait thy bears to death, And manacle the berard in their chains, If thou dar"st bring them to the baiting-place.
RICHARD. Oft have I seen a hot o"er weening cur Run back and bite, because he was withheld; Who, being suffer"d, with the bear"s fell paw, Hath clapp"d his tail between his legs and cried; And such a piece of service will you do, If you oppose yourselves to match Lord Warwick.
CLIFFORD. Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested lump, As crooked in thy manners as thy shape!
YORK. Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly anon.
CLIFFORD. Take heed, lest by your heat you burn yourselves.
KING HENRY. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to bow?
Old Salisbury, shame to thy silver hair, Thou mad misleader of thy brainsick son!
What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the ruffian And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles?
O, where is faith? O, where is loyalty?
If it be banish"d from the frosty head, Where shall it find a harbour in the earth?
Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war And shame thine honourable age with blood?
Why art thou old, and want"st experience?
Or wherefore dost abuse it, if thou hast it?
For shame! In duty bend thy knee to me, That bows unto the grave with mickle age.
SALISBURY. My lord, I have considered with myself The tide of this most renowned duke, And in my conscience do repute his Grace The rightful heir to England"s royal seat.
KING HENRY. Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto me?
SALISBURY. I have.
KING HENRY. Canst thou dispense with heaven for such an oath?
SALISBURY. It is great sin to swear unto a sin; But greater sin to keep a sinful oath.
Who can be bound by any solemn vow To do a murd"rous deed, to rob a man, To force a spotless virgin"s chast.i.ty, To reave the orphan of his patrimony, To wring the widow from her custom"d right, And have no other reason for this wrong But that he was bound by a solemn oath?
QUEEN. A subtle traitor needs no sophister.
KING HENRY. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm himself.
YORK. Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou hast, I am resolv"d for death or dignity.
CLIFFORD. The first I warrant thee, if dreams prove true.
WARWICK. You were best to go to bed and dream again To keep thee from the tempest of the field.
CLIFFORD. I am resolv"d to bear a greater storm Than any thou canst conjure up to-day; And that I"ll write upon thy burgonet, Might I but know thee by thy household badge.
WARWICK. Now, by my father"s badge, old Nevil"s crest, The rampant bear chain"d to the ragged staff, This day I"ll wear aloft my burgonet, As on a mountain-top the cedar shows, That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm, Even to affright thee with the view thereof.
CLIFFORD. And from thy burgonet I"ll rend thy bear And tread it under foot with all contempt, Despite the berard that protects the bear.
YOUNG CLIFFORD. And so to arms, victorious father, To quell the rebels and their complices.
RICHARD. Fie! charity, for shame! Speak not in spite, For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night.
YOUNG CLIFFORD. Foul stigmatic, that"s more than thou canst tell.
RICHARD. If not in heaven, you"ll surely sup in h.e.l.l.
Exeunt severally
SCENE II.
Saint Albans
Alarums to the battle. Enter WARWICK
WARWICK. Clifford of c.u.mberland, "tis Warwick calls; And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear, Now, when the angry trumpet sounds alarum And dead men"s cries do fill the empty air, Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with me.
Proud northern lord, Clifford of c.u.mberland, WARWICK is hoa.r.s.e with calling thee to arms.
Enter YORK
How now, my n.o.ble lord! what, all a-foot?
YORK. The deadly-handed Clifford slew my steed; But match to match I have encount"red him, And made a prey for carrion kites and crows Even of the bonny beast he lov"d so well.
Enter OLD CLIFFORD
WARWICK. Of one or both of us the time is come.
YORK. Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some other chase, For I myself must hunt this deer to death.
WARWICK. Then, n.o.bly, York; "tis for a crown thou fight"st.
As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day, It grieves my soul to leave thee una.s.sail"d. Exit CLIFFORD. What seest thou in me, York? Why dost thou pause?
YORK. With thy brave bearing should I be in love But that thou art so fast mine enemy.
CLIFFORD. Nor should thy prowess want praise and esteem But that "tis shown ign.o.bly and in treason.
YORK. So let it help me now against thy sword, As I in justice and true right express it!
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 oeuvres. [Dies]
YORK. Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art still.
Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will! Exit
Enter YOUNG CLIFFORD
YOUNG CLIFFORD. Shame and confusion! All is on the rout; Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds Where it should guard. O war, thou son of h.e.l.l, Whom angry heavens do make their minister, Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part Hot coals of vengeance! Let no soldier fly.
He that is truly dedicate to war Hath no self-love; nor he that loves himself Hath not essentially, but by circ.u.mstance, The name of valour. [Sees his father"s body]
O, let the vile world end And the premised flames of the last day Knit earth and heaven together!
Now let the general trumpet blow his blast, Particularities and petty sounds To cease! Wast thou ordain"d, dear father, To lose thy youth in peace and to achieve The silver livery of advised age, And in thy reverence and thy chair-days thus To die in ruffian battle? Even at this sight My heart is turn"d to stone; and while "tis mine It shall be stony. York not our old men spares; No more will I their babes. Tears virginal Shall be to me even as the dew to fire; And beauty, that the tyrant oft reclaims, Shall to my flaming wrath be oil and flax.
Henceforth I will not have to do with pity: Meet I an infant of the house of York, Into as many gobbets will I cut it As wild Medea young Absyrtus did; In cruelty will I seek out my fame.
Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford"s house; As did Aeneas old Anchises bear, So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders; But then Aeneas bare a living load, Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine.
Exit with the body
Enter RICHARD and SOMERSET to fight. SOMERSET is killed
RICHARD. So, lie thou there; For underneath an alehouse" paltry sign, The Castle in Saint Albans, Somerset Hath made the wizard famous in his death.
Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful still: Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill. Exit
Fight. Excursions. Enter KING, QUEEN, and others
QUEEN. Away, my lord! You are slow; for shame, away!
KING HENRY. Can we outrun the heavens? Good Margaret, stay.
QUEEN. What are you made of? You"ll nor fight nor fly.
Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence, To give the enemy way, and to secure us By what we can, which can no more but fly.
[Alarum afar off]
If you be ta"en, we then should see the bottom 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 lov"d, And where this breach now in our fortunes made May readily be stopp"d.
Re-enter YOUNG CLIFFORD
YOUNG CLIFFORD. But that my heart"s on future mischief set, I would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly; But fly you must; uncurable discomfit Reigns in the hearts of all our present parts.
Away, for your relief! and we will live To see their day and them our fortune give.
Away, my lord, away! Exeunt
SCENE III.