The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 5 of 9] · William Shakespeare
SCENE VI
_War._ Then let the earth be drunken with his bloud, _I_le kill my horse because I will not flie: And here to God of heauen I make a vow, Neuer to passe from forth this bloudy field Till I am full reuenged for his death. ·eaf030· _Edw._ Lord _Warwike_, I doe bend my knees with thine, And in that vow now ioine my soule to thee, Thou setter vp and puller downe of kings, vouchsafe a gentle victorie to vs, Or let vs die before we loose the daie: [eaf035] _George._ Then let vs haste to cheere the souldiers harts, And call them pillers that will stand to vs, [eaf037] And hiely promise to remunerate [eaf038] Their trustie seruice, in these dangerous warres. _Rich._ Come, come awaie, and stand not to debate, ·eaf040· For yet is hope of fortune good enough. Brothers, giue me your hands, and let vs part And take our leaues vntill we meet againe, Where ere it be in heauen or in earth. Now I that neuer wept, now melt in wo, ·eaf045· To see these dire mishaps continue so. _Warwike_ farewel. _War._ Awaie awaie, once more sweet Lords farewell. _Exeunt Omnes._ Alarmes, and then enter _Richard_ at one dore and _Clifford_ at the other. _Rich._ A _Clifford_ a _Clifford_. _Clif._ A _Richard_ a _Richard_. _Rich._ Now _Clifford_, for _Yorke_ & young _Rutlands_ death, This thirsty sword that longs to drinke thy bloud, Shall lop thy limmes, and slise thy cursed hart, [eag005] For to reuenge the murders thou hast made. _Clif._ Now _Richard_, I am with thee here alone, This is the hand that stabd thy father _Yorke_, And this the hand that slew thy brother _Rutland_, And heres the heart that triumphs in their deathes, [eag010] And cheeres these hands that slew thy sire and brother, To execute the like vpon thy selfe, And so haue at thee.
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