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The sight of any of the house of York [30]
Is as a fury to torment my soul;
And, till I root out their accursèd line
And leave not one alive, I live in hell.
Therefore -
[Lifting his hand.]
RUT LAND
O let me pray before I take my death! [35]
[Kneels]
To thee I pray, sweet Clifford: pity me!
CLIFFORD
Such pity as my rapier’s point affords.
RUT LAND
I never did thee harm: why wilt thou slay me?
CLIFFORD
Thy father hath.
RUT LAND
But ’twas ere I was born.
Thou hast one son: for his sake pity me [40]
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. [45]
CLIFFORD
No cause?
Thy father slew my father: therefore die.
[Stabs him.]
RUT LAND
Di faciant laudis summa sit ista tuae!
[Dies.]
CLIFFORD
