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If you oppose your selues to match Lord Warwicke.
Clif.
Hence heape of wrath, foule indigested lumpe,
As crooked in thy manners, as thy shape.
Hence heape of wrath, foule indigested lumpe,
As crooked in thy manners, as thy shape.
Yor.
Nay we shall heate you thorowly anon.
Nay we shall heate you thorowly anon.
Clif.
Take heede least by your heate you burne your selues:
Take heede least by your heate you burne your selues:
King.
Why Warwicke, hath thy knee forgot to bow?
Old Salsbury, shame to thy siluer haire,
Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sicke sonne,
What wilt thou on thy death-bed play the Russian?
And seeke for sorrow with thy Spectacles?
Oh where is Faith? Oh, where is Loyalty?
If it be banisht from the frostie head,
Where shall it finde a harbour in the earth?
Wilt thou go digge a graue to finde out Warre,
And shame thine honourable Age with blood?
Why art thou old, and want'st experience?
Or wherefore doest abuse it, if thou hast it?
For shame in dutie bend thy knee to me,
That bowes vnto the graue with mickle age.
Why Warwicke, hath thy knee forgot to bow?
Old Salsbury, shame to thy siluer haire,
Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sicke sonne,
What wilt thou on thy death-bed play the Russian?
And seeke for sorrow with thy Spectacles?
Oh where is Faith? Oh, where is Loyalty?
If it be banisht from the frostie head,
Where shall it finde a harbour in the earth?
Wilt thou go digge a graue to finde out Warre,
And shame thine honourable Age with blood?
Why art thou old, and want'st experience?
Or wherefore doest abuse it, if thou hast it?
For shame in dutie bend thy knee to me,
That bowes vnto the graue with mickle age.
Sal.
My Lord, I haue considered with my selfe
The Title of this most renowned Duke,
And in my conscience, do repute his grace
The rightfull heyre to Englands Royall feate.
My Lord, I haue considered with my selfe
The Title of this most renowned Duke,
And in my conscience, do repute his grace
The rightfull heyre to Englands Royall feate.
King.
Hast thou not sworne Allegeance vnto me?
Hast thou not sworne Allegeance vnto me?
Sal.
I haue.
I haue.
Ki.
Canst thou dispense with heauen for such an oath?
Canst thou dispense with heauen for such an oath?
Sal.
It is great sinne, to sweare vnto a sinne:
But greater sinne to keepe a sinfull oath:
Who can be bound by any solemne Vow
To do a murd'rous deede, to rob a man,
To force a spotlesse Virgins Chastitie,
To reaue the Orphan of his Patrimonie,
To wring the Widdow from her custom'd right,
And haue no other reason for this wrong,
But that he was bound by a solemne Oath?
It is great sinne, to sweare vnto a sinne:
But greater sinne to keepe a sinfull oath:
Who can be bound by any solemne Vow
To do a murd'rous deede, to rob a man,
To force a spotlesse Virgins Chastitie,
To reaue the Orphan of his Patrimonie,
To wring the Widdow from her custom'd right,
And haue no other reason for this wrong,
But that he was bound by a solemne Oath?
Qu.
A subtle Traitor needs no Sophister.
A subtle Traitor needs no Sophister.
King.
Call Buckingham, and bid him arme himselfe.
Call Buckingham, and bid him arme himselfe.
Yorke.
Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou hast,
I am resolu'd for death and dignitie.
Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou hast,
I am resolu'd for death and dignitie.
Old Clif.
The first I warrant thee, if dreames proue true
The first I warrant thee, if dreames proue true
War.
You were best to go to bed, and dreame againe,
To keepe thee from the Tempest of the field.
You were best to go to bed, and dreame againe,
To keepe thee from the Tempest of the field.
Old Clif.
I am resolu'd to beare a greater storme,
Then any thou canst coniure vp to day:
And that Ile write vpon thy Burgonet,
Might I but know thee by thy housed Badge.
I am resolu'd to beare a greater storme,
Then any thou canst coniure vp to day:
And that Ile write vpon thy Burgonet,
Might I but know thee by thy housed Badge.
War.
Now by my Fathers badge, old Neuils Crest,
The rampant Beare chain'd to the ragged staffe,
This day Ile weare aloft my Burgonet,
As on a Mountaine top, the Cedar shewes,
That keepes his leaues inspight of any storme,
Euen io affright thee with the view thereof.
Now by my Fathers badge, old Neuils Crest,
The rampant Beare chain'd to the ragged staffe,
This day Ile weare aloft my Burgonet,
As on a Mountaine top, the Cedar shewes,
That keepes his leaues inspight of any storme,
Euen io affright thee with the view thereof.
Old Clif.
And from thy Burgonet Ile rend thy Beare,
And tread it vnder foot with all contempt,
Despight the Bearard, that protects the Beare.
And from thy Burgonet Ile rend thy Beare,
And tread it vnder foot with all contempt,
Despight the Bearard, that protects the Beare.
Yo. Clif.
And so to Armes victorious Father,
To quell the Rebels, and their Complices.
And so to Armes victorious Father,
To quell the Rebels, and their Complices.
Rich.
Fie, Charitie for shame, speake not in spight,
For you shall sup with Iesu Christ to night.
Fie, Charitie for shame, speake not in spight,
For you shall sup with Iesu Christ to night.
Yo Clif.
Foule stygmaticke that's more then thou canst tell.
Foule stygmaticke that's more then thou canst tell.
Ric.
Exeunt.If not in heauen, you'l surely sup in hell.
Exeunt.If not in heauen, you'l surely sup in hell.
Enter Warwicke.
War.
Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwicke calles:
And if thou dost not hide thee from the Beare,
Now when the angrie Trumpet sounds alarum,
And dead mens cries do fill the emptie ayre,
Clifford I say, come forth and fight with me,
Proud Northerne Lord, Clifford of Cumberland,
Warwicke is hoarse with calling thee to armes.
Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwicke calles:
And if thou dost not hide thee from the Beare,
Now when the angrie Trumpet sounds alarum,
And dead mens cries do fill the emptie ayre,
Clifford I say, come forth and fight with me,
Proud Northerne Lord, Clifford of Cumberland,
Warwicke is hoarse with calling thee to armes.
Enter Yorke.
War.
How now my Noble Lord? What all a-foot.
How now my Noble Lord? What all a-foot.
Yor.
The deadly handed Clifford slew my steed:
But match to match I haue encountred him,
And made a prey for Carrion Kytes and Crowes
Euen of the bonnie beast he loued so well.
The deadly handed Clifford slew my steed:
But match to match I haue encountred him,
And made a prey for Carrion Kytes and Crowes
Euen of the bonnie beast he loued so well.
Enter Clifford.
War.
Of one or both of vs the time is come.
Of one or both of vs the time is come.
Yor.
Hold Warwick: seek thee out some other chace
For I my selfe must hunt this Deere to death.
Hold Warwick: seek thee out some other chace
For I my selfe must hunt this Deere to death.
War.
Than nobly Yorke, 'tis for a Crown thou fightst:
As I intend Clifford to thriue to day,
Exit War.It greeues my soule to leaue theee vnassail'd.
Than nobly Yorke, 'tis for a Crown thou fightst:
As I intend Clifford to thriue to day,
Exit War.It greeues my soule to leaue theee vnassail'd.
Clif.
What seest thou in me Yorke?
Why dost thou pause?
What seest thou in me Yorke?
Why dost thou pause?
Yorke.
With thy braue bearing should I be in loue,
But that thou art so fast mine enemie.
With thy braue bearing should I be in loue,
But that thou art so fast mine enemie.
Clif.
Nor should thy prowesse want praise & esteeme,
But that 'tis shewne ignobly, and in Treason.
Nor should thy prowesse want praise & esteeme,
But that 'tis shewne ignobly, and in Treason.
Yorke.
So let it helpe me now against thy sword,
As I in iustice, and true right expresse it.
So let it helpe me now against thy sword,
As I in iustice, and true right expresse it.
Clif.
My soule and bodie on the action both.
My soule and bodie on the action both.
Yor.
A dreadfull lay, addresse thee instantly.
A dreadfull lay, addresse thee instantly.
Clif.
La fin Corrone les eumenes.
La fin Corrone les eumenes.
Yor.
Thus Warre hath giuen thee peace, for yͧ art still,
Peace with his soule, heauen if it be thy will.
Thus Warre hath giuen thee peace, for yͧ art still,
Peace with his soule, heauen if it be thy will.
Enter yong Clifford.
Clif.
Shame and Confusion all is on the rout,
Feare frames disorder, and disorder wounds
Where it should guard. O Warre, thou sonne of hell,
Whom angry heauens do make their minister,
Throw in the frozen bosomes of our part,
Hot Coales of Vengeance. Let no Souldier flye.
He that is truly dedicate to Warre,
Hath no selfe-loue: nor he that loues himselfe,
Hath not essentially, but by circumstance
The name of Valour. O let the vile world end,
And the premised Flames of the Last day,
Knit earth and heauen together.
Now let the generall Trumpet blow his blast,
Particularities, and pettie sounds
To cease. Was't thou ordain'd (deere Father)
To loose thy youth in peace, and to atcheeue
The Siluer Liuery of aduised Age,
And in thy Reuerence, and thy Chaire-dayes, thus
To die in Ruffian battell? Euen at this sight,
My heart is turn'd to stone: and while 'tis mine,
It shall be stony. Yorke, not our old men spares;
No more will I their Babes, Teares Virginall,
Shall be to me, euen as the Dew to Fire,
And Beautie, that the Tyrant oft reclaimes,
Shall to my flaming wrath, be Oyle and Flax:
Henceforth, I will not haue to do with pitty.
Meet I an infant of the house of Yorke,
Into as many gobbits will I cut it
As wilde Medea yong Absirtis did.
In cruelty, will I seeke out my Fame.
Come thou new ruine of olde Cliffords house:
As did Æneas old Anchyses beare,
So beare I thee vpon my manly shoulders:
But then Æneas bare a liuing loade;
Shame and Confusion all is on the rout,
Feare frames disorder, and disorder wounds
Where it should guard. O Warre, thou sonne of hell,
Whom angry heauens do make their minister,
Throw in the frozen bosomes of our part,
Hot Coales of Vengeance. Let no Souldier flye.
He that is truly dedicate to Warre,
Hath no selfe-loue: nor he that loues himselfe,
Hath not essentially, but by circumstance
The name of Valour. O let the vile world end,
And the premised Flames of the Last day,
Knit earth and heauen together.
Now let the generall Trumpet blow his blast,
Particularities, and pettie sounds
To cease. Was't thou ordain'd (deere Father)
To loose thy youth in peace, and to atcheeue
The Siluer Liuery of aduised Age,
And in thy Reuerence, and thy Chaire-dayes, thus
To die in Ruffian battell? Euen at this sight,
My heart is turn'd to stone: and while 'tis mine,
It shall be stony. Yorke, not our old men spares;
No more will I their Babes, Teares Virginall,
Shall be to me, euen as the Dew to Fire,
And Beautie, that the Tyrant oft reclaimes,
Shall to my flaming wrath, be Oyle and Flax:
Henceforth, I will not haue to do with pitty.
Meet I an infant of the house of Yorke,
Into as many gobbits will I cut it
As wilde Medea yong Absirtis did.
In cruelty, will I seeke out my Fame.
Come thou new ruine of olde Cliffords house:
As did Æneas old Anchyses beare,
So beare I thee vpon my manly shoulders:
But then Æneas bare a liuing loade;
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