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YOUNG CLIFFORD
And so to arms, victorious father,
To quell the rebels and their complices.
RICHARD
Fie! Charity, for shame! Speak not in spite,
For you shall sup with Jesu Christ tonight.
YOUNG CLIFFORD
Foul stigmatic, that’s more than thou canst tell. [215]
RICHARD
If not in heaven, you’ll surely sup in hell.
Exeunt [severally].
Scene II IT
[An inn-sign of the Castle is displayed. Alarums to the battle.] Enter
Warwick.
WARWICK
Clifford of Cumberland, ’tis Warwick calls:
And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear,
Now, when the angry trumpet sounds alarum
And dead men’s cries do fill the empty air,
Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with me: [5]
Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland,
Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms.
Enter York.
How now, my noble lord? What all afoot?
Y ORK
The deadly-handed Clifford slew my steed,
But match to match I have encountered him, [10]
And made a prey for carrion kites and crows
Even of the bonny beast he loved so well.
Enter Clifford.
WARWICK
