| ACT V SCENE II | Saint Alban's. | |
| [Alarums to the battle. Enter WARWICK] |
| WARWICK | Clifford of Cumberland, '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: | 5 |
| Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland, |
| Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms. |
[Enter YORK] |
| How now, my noble lord? what, all afoot? |
| YORK | The deadly-handed Clifford slew my steed, |
| But match to match I have encounter'd him | 10 |
| And made a prey for carrion kites and crows |
| Even of the bonny beast he loved so well. |
| [Enter 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. | 15 |
| WARWICK | 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] |
| CLIFFORD | What seest thou in me, York? why dost thou pause? |
| YORK | With thy brave bearing should I be in love, | 20 |
| But that thou art so fast mine enemy. |
| CLIFFORD | 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. | 25 |
| 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! | 30 |
| [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 hell, |
| Whom angry heavens do make their minister |
| Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part | 35 |
| 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. | 40 |
[Seeing his dead father] |
| 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 | 45 |
| 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 | 50 |
| 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 | 55 |
| 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: | 60 |
| 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, | 65 |
| Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine. |
| [Exit, bearing off his father] |
| [
Enter RICHARD and SOMERSET to fight. SOMERSET
is killed
] |
| RICHARD | So, lie thou there; |
| For underneath an alehouse' paltry sign, |
| The Castle in Saint Alban's, Somerset |
| Hath made the wizard famous in his death. | 70 |
| Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful still: |
| Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill. |
| [Exit] |
| [
Fight: excursions. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN
MARGARET, and others
] |
| QUEEN MARGARET | Away, my lord! you are slow; for shame, away! |
| KING HENRY VI | Can we outrun the heavens? good Margaret, stay. |
| QUEEN MARGARET | What are you made of? you'll nor fight nor fly: | 75 |
| 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, | 80 |
| As well we may, if not through your neglect, |
| We shall to London get, where you are loved |
| 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, | 85 |
| 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: | 90 |
| Away, my lord, away! |
| [Exeunt] |
The Rebellion of Jack Cade