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Scene IIIField of battle betwixt Sandal Castle and WakefieldAlarums. Enter Rutland and his TutorRutlandAh, whither shall I fly to ‘scape their hands? Ah, tutor, look where bloody Clifford comes!Enter Clifford and SoldiersCliffordChaplain, away! thy priesthood saves thy life. As for the brat of this accursed duke, Whose father slew my father, he shall die.TutorAnd I, my lord, will bear him company.CliffordSoldiers, away with him!TutorAh, Clifford, murder not this innocent child, Lest thou be hated both of God and man!Exit, dragged off by SoldiersCliffordHow now! is he dead already? or is it fear That makes him close his eyes? I’ll open them.RutlandSo looks the pent-up lion o’er the wretch That trembles under his devouring paws; And so he walks, insulting o’er his prey, And so he comes, to rend his limbs asunder. Ah, gentle Clifford, kill me with thy sword, And not with such a cruel threatening look. Sweet Clifford, hear me speak before I die. I am too mean a subject for thy wrath: Be thou revenged on men, and let me live.CliffordIn vain thou speak’st, poor boy; my father’s blood Hath stopp’d the passage where thy words should enter.RutlandThen let my father’s blood open it again: He is a man, and, Clifford, cope with him.CliffordHad thy brethren here, their lives and thine Were not revenge sufficient for me; No, if I digg’d up thy forefathers’ graves And hung their rotten coffins up in chains, It could not slake mine ire, nor ease my heart. The sight of any of the house of York Is as a fury to torment my soul; And till I root out their accursed line And leave not one alive, I live in hell. Therefore—Lifting his handRutlandO, let me pray before I take my death! To thee I pray; sweet Clifford, pity me!CliffordSuch pity as my rapier’s point affords.RutlandI never did thee harm: why wilt thou slay me?CliffordThy father hath.RutlandBut ’twas ere I was born. Thou hast one son; for his sake pity me, Lest in revenge thereof, sith God is just, He be as miserably slain as I. Ah, let me live in prison all my days; And when I give occasion of offence, Then let me die, for now thou hast no cause.CliffordNo cause! Thy father slew my father; therefore, die.Stabs himRutlandDi faciant laudis summa sit ista tuae!DiesCliffordPlantagenet! I come, Plantagenet! And this thy son’s blood cleaving to my blade Shall rust upon my weapon, till thy blood, Congeal’d with this, do make me wipe off both.Exit3 King Henry VI
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William Shakespeare: Henry VI (Pt 3), Act I
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