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I think his understanding is bereft. |
Speak, Clifford, dost thou know who speaks to thee? |
Dark cloudy death o'ershades his beams of life, |
And he nor sees nor hears us what we say. |
RICHARD: |
O, would he did! and so perhaps he doth: |
'Tis but his policy to counterfeit, |
Because he would avoid such bitter taunts |
Which in the time of death he gave our father. |
GEORGE: |
If so thou think'st, vex him with eager words. |
RICHARD: |
Clifford, ask mercy and obtain no grace. |
EDWARD: |
Clifford, repent in bootless penitence. |
WARWICK: |
Clifford, devise excuses for thy faults. |
GEORGE: |
While we devise fell tortures for thy faults. |
RICHARD: |
Thou didst love York, and I am son to York. |
EDWARD: |
Thou pitied'st Rutland; I will pity thee. |
GEORGE: |
Where's Captain Margaret, to fence you now? |
WARWICK: |
They mock thee, Clifford: swear as thou wast wont. |
RICHARD: |
What, not an oath? nay, then the world goes hard |
When Clifford cannot spare his friends an oath. |
I know by that he's dead; and, by my soul, |
If this right hand would buy two hour's life, |
That I in all despite might rail at him, |
This hand should chop it off, and with the |
issuing blood |
Stifle the villain whose unstanched thirst |
York and young Rutland could not satisfy. |
WARWICK: |
Ay, but he's dead: off with the traitor's head, |
And rear it in the place your father's stands. |
And now to London with triumphant march, |
There to be crowned England's royal king: |
From whence shall Warwick cut the sea to France, |
And ask the Lady Bona for thy queen: |
So shalt thou sinew both these lands together; |
And, having France thy friend, thou shalt not dread |
The scatter'd foe that hopes to rise again; |
For though they cannot greatly sting to hurt, |
Yet look to have them buzz to offend thine ears. |
First will I see the coronation; |
And then to Brittany I'll cross the sea, |
To effect this marriage, so it please my lord. |
EDWARD: |
Even as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, let it be; |
For in thy shoulder do I build my seat, |
And never will I undertake the thing |
Wherein thy counsel and consent is wanting. |
Richard, I will create thee Duke of Gloucester, |
And George, of Clarence: Warwick, as ourself, |
Shall do and undo as him pleaseth best. |
RICHARD: |
Let me be Duke of Clarence, George of Gloucester; |
For Gloucester's dukedom is too ominous. |
WARWICK: |
Tut, that's a foolish observation: |
Richard, be Duke of Gloucester. Now to London, |
To see these honours in possession. |
3 KING HENRY VI |
First Keeper: |
Under this thick-grown brake we'll shroud ourselves; |
For through this laund anon the deer will come; |
And in this covert will we make our stand, |
Culling the principal of all the deer. |
Second Keeper: |
I'll stay above the hill, so both may shoot. |
First Keeper: |
That cannot be; the noise of thy cross-bow |
Will scare the herd, and so my shoot is lost. |
Here stand we both, and aim we at the best: |
And, for the time shall not seem tedious, |
I'll tell thee what befell me on a day |
In this self-place where now we mean to stand. |
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