The Third Part Of King Henry The Sixth

1 RUTLAND.
2 Ah, whither shall I fly to scape their hands?
3 Ah, tutor, look where bloody Clifford comes.
4 Enter Clifford and Soldiers.
5 CLIFFORD.
6 Chaplain, away! Thy priesthood saves thy life.
7 As for the brat of this accursed duke
8 Whose father slew my father, he shall die.
9 TUTOR.
10 And I, my lord, will bear him company.
11 CLIFFORD.
12 Soldiers, away with him!
13 TUTOR.
14 Ah, Clifford, murder not this innocent child,
15 Lest thou be hated both of God and man.
16 [_Exit, dragged off by Soldiers._]
17 CLIFFORD.
18 How now? Is he dead already? Or is it fear
19 That makes him close his eyes? I’ll open them.
20 RUTLAND.
21 So looks the pent-up lion o’er the wretch
22 That trembles under his devouring paws;
23 And so he walks, insulting o’er his prey,
24 And so he comes to rend his limbs asunder.
25 Ah, gentle Clifford, kill me with thy sword,
26 And not with such a cruel threat’ning look.
27 Sweet Clifford, hear me speak before I die.
28 I am too mean a subject for thy wrath;
29 Be thou revenged on men, and let me live.
30 CLIFFORD.
31 In vain thou speak’st, poor boy; my father’s blood
32 Hath stopped the passage where thy words should enter.
33 RUTLAND.
34 Then let my father’s blood open it again;
35 He is a man, and, Clifford, cope with him.
36 CLIFFORD.
37 Had I thy brethren here, their lives and thine
38 Were not revenge sufficient for me.
39 No, if I digged up thy forefathers’ graves
40 And hung their rotten coffins up in chains,
41 It could not slake mine ire nor ease my heart.
42 The sight of any of the house of York
43 Is as a fury to torment my soul;
44 And till I root out their accursed line
45 And leave not one alive, I live in hell.
46 Therefore—
47 [_Lifting his hand._]
48 RUTLAND.
49 O, let me pray before I take my death!
50 To thee I pray; sweet Clifford, pity me!
51 CLIFFORD.
52 Such pity as my rapier’s point affords.
53 RUTLAND.
54 I never did thee harm; why wilt thou slay me?
55 CLIFFORD.
56 Thy father hath.
57 RUTLAND.
58 But ’twas ere I was born.
59 Thou hast one son; for his sake pity me,
60 Lest in revenge thereof, sith God is just,
61 He be as miserably slain as I.
62 Ah, let me live in prison all my days,
63 And when I give occasion of offence
64 Then let me die, for now thou hast no cause.
65 CLIFFORD.
66 No cause? Thy father slew my father; therefore die.
67 [_Clifford stabs him._]
68 RUTLAND.
69 _Di faciant laudis summa sit ista tuae!_
70 [_Dies._]
71 CLIFFORD.
72 Plantagenet! I come, Plantagenet!
73 And this thy son’s blood cleaving to my blade
74 Shall rust upon my weapon till thy blood,
75 Congealed with this, do make me wipe off both.
76 [_Exit._]