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* That gold must round engirt these brows of mine; F Whose smile and frown, like to Achilles'

spear, • Is able with the change to kill and cure. • Here is a hand to hold a scepter up, * And with the same to act controlling laws.

Give place; by heaven, thou shalt rule no more O'er him, whom heaven created for thy ruler.

Som. O monstrous traitor!-I arrest thee, York, • Of capital treason 'gainst the king and crown: * Obey, audacious traitor; kneel for grace. * York. Would'st have me kneel? first lest me ask

of these, * If they can brook I bow a knee to man. * Sirrah, call in my sons to be my bail ;

[Erit an Attendant. * I know, ere they will have me go to ward, * They'll pawn their swords for my enfranchisement. Qi Mar. Call hither Clifford ; bid him come

amain, * To say, if that the bastard boys of York * Shall be the surety for their traitor father.

* York. O blood-bespotted Neapolitan, * Outcast of Naples, England's bloody scourge! • The sons of York, thy betters in their birth,

Shall be their father's bail; and bane to those • That for my surety will refuse the boys.


Forces, at one side ; at the other, with Forces also, old CLIFFORD and his Son.

it good.

* See, where they come; I'll warrant they'll make * Q. Mar. And here comes Clifford, to deny

their bail. Ý Clif. Health and all happiness to my lord the king!

[Kneels. York. I thank thee, Clifford : Say, what news

with thee? • Nay, do not fright us with an angry look: • We are thy sovereign, Clifford, kneel again ; . For thy mistaking so, we pardon thee.

Clif. This is my king, York, I do not mistake; • But thou mistak’st me much, to think I do:"To bedlam with him ! is the man grown mad? K. Hen. Ay, Clifford; a bedlam and ambitious

humour • Makes him oppose himself against his king.

* Clif. He is a traitor; let him to the Tower, And chop away that factious pate of his.

Q. Mar. He is arrested, but will not obey ; • His sons, he says, shall give their words for him.

York. Will you not, sons? Edw. Ay, noble father, if our words will serve. « Rich. And if words will not, then our weapons

shall. * Clif. Why, what a brood of traitors have we

here! * York. Look in a glass, and call thy image so; * I am thy king, and thou a false-heart traitor.

Call hither to the stake my two brave bears, * That, with the very shaking of their chains, * They may astonish these fell lurking curs ; * Bid Salisbury, and Warwick, come to me.

Drums. Enter WARWICK and SALISBURY, with

Clif. Are these thy bears ? we'll bait thy bears

to death, • And manacle the bear-ward in their chains,

6 Call hither to the stake my two brave bears,

Bid Salisbury, and Warwick, come -] The Nevils, earls of Warwick, had a bear and ragged staff for their cognizance.

you burn


• If thou dar’st bring them to the baiting-place.

* Rich. Oft have I seen a hot o'erweening 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 cry'd: * And such a piece of service will you do, * If you oppose yourselves to match lord Warwick.

* Člif. Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested lump, * As crooked in thy manners as thy shape!

* York. Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly anon. * Clif. Take heed, lest by your

heat * K. Hen. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot

to bow? * Old Salisbury,--shame to thy silver hair, * Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sick son ?* What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the ruffian, * And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles ? * 0, 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.

* Sal. My lord, I have consider'd with myself * The title of this most renowned duke; * And in my conscience do repute his grace * The rightfúl heir to England's royal seat. * K. Hen. Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto


1-being suffer'd-] Being suffer'd to approach to the bear's fell paw. Such may be the meaning. I am not, however, sure, but the poet meant, being in a state of sufferance or pain,



* Sal. I have.
* K. Hen. Canst thou dispense with heaven for

such an oath?
* Sal. 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 murderous deed, to rob a man,
* To force a spotless virgin's chastity,
# 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?

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 dignity. *Clif. The first I warrant thee, if dreams prove

true. War. You were best to go to bed, and dream

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;
And that I'll write upon thy burgonet,
Might I but know thee by thy household 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,
That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm,)
Even to affright thee with the view thereof.

Clif. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear, And tread it under foot with all contempt,


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Despight the bearward 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


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.



Saint Albans.

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Alarums: E.rcursions. 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


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 loy’d so well.

War. Of one or both of us the time is come,



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.

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