O, where is faith? O, where is loyalty? Sal. My lord, I have consider'd with myself The rightful heir to England's royal seat. K. Hen. Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto me? K. Hen. Canst thou dispense with heaven for such an oath? Sal. It is great sin to swear unto a sin; But that he was bound by a solemn oath? Q. Mar. A subtle traitor needs no sophister. K. Hen. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm himself. York. Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou hast, I am resolv'd for death or (92) dignity. Clif. The first I warrant thee, if dreams prove true. War. You were best to go to bed and dream again, To keep thee from the tempest of the field. Clif. I am resolv'd to bear a greater storm Than any thou canst conjure up to-day; Might I but know thee by thy household (93) badge. War. 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, Clif. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear, Y. Clif. And so to arms, victorious (4) father, To quell the rebels and their complices. Rich. Fie! charity, for shame! speak not in spite, For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night. Y. Clif. Foul stigmatic, that's more than thou canst tell. [Exeunt severally. SCENE II. Saint Albans. Alarums: excursions. Enter WARWICK. War. Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick calls! Enter YORK. How now, my noble lord! what, all a-foot? York. The deadly-handed Clifford slew my steed; Enter old CLIFFORD. War. 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. 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. 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 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! [They fight, and Clifford falls and dies. York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art still. Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will! Enter young CLIFFORD. Y. Clif. Shame and confusion! all is on the rout; Hath no self-love; nor he that loves himself [Exit. [Seeing his father's body. And the premisèd flames of the last day Now let the general trumpet blow his blast, To cease!-Wast thou ordain'd, dear father, And, in thy reverence and thy chair-days, thus Shall be to me even as the dew to fire; Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's house: As did Æneas old Anchises bear, [Taking up the body. So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders; 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. Alarums: excursions. [Exit. Enter King HENRY, Queen Margaret, and others, retreating. Q. Mar. Away, my lord! you are slow; for shame, away! stay. Q. Mar. 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 [Alarum afar off. If you be ta'en, we then should see the bottom Y. Clif. But that my heart's on future mischief set, Reigns in the hearts of all our present parts. [Exeunt. SCENE III. Fields near Saint Albans. Alarum: retreat. Flourish; then enter YORK, RICHARD PLANTAGENET, WARWICK, and Soldiers, with drum and colours. York. Of (95) Salisbury, who can report of him,— That winter lion, who in rage forgets Aged contusions and all brush of time, Three times to-day I holp him to his horse, Three times bestrid him, thrice I led him off, Persuaded him from any further act: But still, where danger was, still there I met him; So was his will in his old feeble body. But, noble as he is, look where he comes. Enter SALISBURY. Sal. Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought to-day; And it hath pleas'd him that three times to-day |