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To know the reason of these arms in peace;
York. Scarce can I speak, my choler is so great.
On sheep or oxen could I spend my fury!
Buck. That is too much presumption on thy part:
But if thy arms be to no other end,
The king hath yielded unto thy demand;
York. Upon thine honour, is he prisoner?
Soldiers, I thank you all; disperse yourselves;
Buck. York, I commend this kind submission:
We twain will go into his highness' tent.
Enter KING HENRY, attended.
K. Hen. Buckingham, doth York intend no harm to us, That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm ? York. In all submission and humility, York doth present himself unto your highness. K. Hen. Then what intend these forces thou dost bring? York. To heave the traitor Somerset from hence; And fight against that monstrous rebel, Cade, Who since I heard to be discomfited.
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 let me ask of these, ย
If they can brook I bow a knee to man.
Q. Mar. Call hither Clifford; bid him come amain, [Exit BUCKINGHAM. 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.
Enter EDWARD and RICHARD PLANTAGENET, with Forces, at one side; at the other, with Forces also, Old CLIFFORD and his Son.
See, where they come; I'll warrant they 'll make it. good.
Q. Mar. And here comes Clifford, to deny their bail.
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:
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
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.
↑ He probably points to his sons, who are waiting without: it may be, to his troops.
Clif. Why, what a brood of traitors have we here!
York. Look in a glass, and call thy image sɔ; 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 Forces.
Clif. Are these thy bears? we'll bait thy bears to death,
And manacle the bear-ward in their chains,
Rich. Oft have I seen a hot o'erweening cur
As crooked in thy manners as thy shape!
And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles?
Sal. My lord, I have consider'd with myself
K. Hen. Canst thou dispense with heaven for such an oath?
a The bear and ragged staff was the cognizance of the Nevils. See, in this scene, Warwick's speech.
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
War. You were best to go to bed, and dream again,
To keep thee from the tempest of the field.
The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff,
Clif. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear,
And tread it under foot with all contempt, Despite the bearward that protects the bear.
Y. Clif. And so to arms, victorious father, To quell the rebels, and their 'complices.
Rich. Fie! charity, for shame! speak not in spite, For shall with Jesu Christ to-night. sup 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 Alban's.
Alarums: Excursions. Enter WARWICK. War. Clifford of Cumberland, 't is Warwick calls!
And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear,
Stigmatick. This was the appellation of an offender who had been branded-upon whom a stigma had been set. Young Clifford insults Richard with the natural stigma of his deformity.
Hath no self-love; nor he that loves himself
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
It shall be stony. York not our old men spares;
As did Eneas old Anchises bear
Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET and SOMERSET, fighting, and SOMERSET is killed.
Rich. So, lie thou there ;
For, underneath an alehouse' paltry sign,
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
To cease-actively-to stop.
b See the prediction in Act 1.
"Let him shun castles."
Sal. Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought to-day;
By the mass, so did we all.-I thank you,
God knows how long it is I have to live;