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Despight the bear-ward that protects the bear.

Y. Clif. And so to arms, victorious father, • To quell the rebels, and their 'complices.

Rich. Fye! charity, for shame! speak not in spite, For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night. Y. Clif. Foul stigmatick, that's more than thou

canst tell. Rich. If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in hell.

[Exeunt severally. SCENE II. Saint Albans.

Alarums: Excursions. Enter WARWICK. War. Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick calls! And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear, Now,—when the angry trumpet sounds alarm, And dead men's cries do fill the empty air, Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with me! Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland, Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms.

Enter YORK. • How now, my noble lord? what, all a-foot?

" York. The deadly-handed Clifford slew my steed; But match to match I have encounter’d him, • And made a prey for carrion kites and crows • Even of the bonny beast he lov'd so well.

Enter CliffORD.
War. Of one or both of us the time is comè.

9 Foul stigmatick,] A stigmatick is one on whom nature has set a mark of deformity, a stigma. A stigmatick originally and properly signified a person who has been branded with a hot iron for some crime.

York. Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some other

chace, For I myself must hunt this deer to death. War. Then, nobly, York; 'tis for a crown thou

fight'st. As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day, It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd.

[Exit WARWICK. . Clif. 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.

Clif. Nor should thy prowess want praise and

hy prowess

But that esteem,

. But that 'tis shown ignobly, and in treason.

York. So let it help me now against thy sword, As I in justice and true right express it! * Clif. My soul and body on the action both!"York. A dreadful lay!' -address thee instantly.

[They fight, and CLIFFORD falls. · Clif. 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. * Y. Clif. Shame and confusion! all is on the

rout;

"A dreadful lay!] A dreadful wager; a tremendous stake.

3 Dies.] Our author, in making Clifford fall by the hand of York, has departed from the truth of history; a practice not uncommon to him when he does his utmost to make his characters considerable. This circumstance, however, serves to prepare the reader or spectator for the vengeance afterwards taken by Clifford's son on York and Rutland.

It is remarkable, that at the beginning of the third part of this historical play, the poet has forgot this occurrence, and there represents Clifford's death as it really happened.

* Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds * Where it should guard. Owar, thou son of hell, * 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 circumstance, * The name of valour.-0, let the vile world end,

[Seeing his dead Father. * 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 !4 Wast thou ordain'd, dear father, * To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve * The silver livery of advised age;6 * 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:7

3 And the premised fames-] Premised, for sent before their time. The sense is, let the flames reserved for the last day be sent now.

4 To cease!] Is to stop, a verb active. s t o achieve -] Is, to obtain.

6 The silver livery of advised age;] Advised is wise, experienced, or cautious, considerate.

? As wild Medea, &c.] When Medea fled with Jason from Colchos, she murdered her brother Absyrtus, and cut his body VOL. VI.

DD

* In cruelty will I seek out my fame.
• Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's house;

[Taking up the Body. • As did Æneas old Anchises bear, . So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders; * But then Æneas bare a living load, * Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine. [Exit.

Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET and SOMERSET,

fighting, and SOMERSET is killed. Rich. 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.

Alarums: Excursions. Enter King Henry, Queen

MARGARET, and others, retreating. Q. Mar. Away, my lord! you are slow; for

shame, away! * K. Hen. Can we outrun the heavens? good

Margaret, stay. * Q. Mar. What are you made of? you'll not

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;

into several pieces, that her father might be prevented for some time from pursuing her.

* And where this breach, now in our fortunes made, * May readily be stopp’d.

re misc

Enter young CLIFFORD. * Y. Clif. 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.
Fields near Saint Albans.

Alarum: Retreat. Flourish; then enter YORK,

RICHARD PLANTAGENET, WARWICK, and Soldiers, with Drum and Colours.

York. Of Salisbury, who can report of him; * That winter lion, who, in rage, forgets * Aged contusions and all brush of time;' * And, like a gallant in the brow of youth, * Repairs him with occasion? this happy day * Is not itself, nor have we won one foot, * If Salisbury be lost. · "Rich.

My noble father, * Three times to-day I holp him to his horse, · Three times bestrid him, thrice I led him off,

. all our present parts.] i. e. party. TYRWHITT.
9- brush of time;] i. e, the gradual detrition of time.

- gallant in the brow of youth,] The brow of youth is the height of youth, as the brow of a hill is its summit.

Three times bestrid him, ] That is, Three times I saw him fallen, and, striding over him, defended him till he recovered.

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