Page 811 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

Beshrew me, but his passion moves me so [150]
That hardly can I check my eyes from tears.

Y ORK

That face of his the hungry cannibals
Would not have touched, would not have stained with blood;
But you are more inhuman, more inexorable -
O, ten times more - than tigers of Hyrcania. [155]
See, ruthless queen, a hapless father’s tears.
This cloth thou dipp’d’st in blood of my sweet boy,
And I with tears do wash the blood away.
Keep thou the napkin and go boast of this;
And if thou tell’st the heavy story right, [160]
Upon my soul, the hearers will shed tears:
Yea, even my foes will shed fast-falling tears
And say, ‘Alas, it was a piteous deed!’
There, take the crown and, with the crown, my curse;
And in thy need such comfort come to thee [165]
As now I reap at thy too cruel hand. -
Hard-hearted Clifford, take me from the world,
My soul to heaven, my blood upon your heads.

NORT HUMBERLAND

Had he been slaughterman to all my kin,
I should not for my life but weep with him [170]
To see how inly sorrow gripes his soul.

MARGARET

What, weeping-ripe, my Lord Northumberland?
Think but upon the wrong he did us all
And that will quickly dry thy melting tears.

CLIFFORD

Here’s for my oath; here’s for my father’s death. [175]
[Stabbing him.]

MARGARET

And here’s to right our gentle-hearted king.

[Stabbing him.]