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Tears then for babes, blows and revenge for me!
Richard, I bear thy name: I’ll venge thy death
Or die renownèd by attempting it.
EDWARD
His name that valiant duke hath left with thee;
His dukedom and his chair with me is left. [90]
RICHARD
Nay, if thou be that princely eagle’s bird,
Show thy descent by gazing ’gainst the sun:
For ‘chair and dukedom’, ‘trone and kingdom’ say,
Either that is thine or else thou wert not his.
March. Enter Warwick, Marquess [of] Montague, [with Drum, Ancient,
and Soldiers].
WARWICK
How now, fair lords? What fare, what news abroad? [95]
RICHARD
Great lord of Warwick, if we should recompt
Our baleful news and, at each word’s deliverance,
Stab poniards in our flesh till all were told,
The words would add more anguish than the wounds:
O valiant lord, the Duke of York is slain! [100]
EDWARD
O Warwick, Warwick, that Plantagenet
Which held thee dearly as his soul’s redemption
Is by the stern Lord Clifford done to death.
WARWICK
Ten days ago I drowned these news in tears
And now, to add more measure to your woes, [105]
I come to tell you things sith then befall’n.
After the bloody fray at Wakefield fought
Where your brave father breathed his latest gasp,
Tidings, as swiftly as the posts could run,
Were brought me of your loss and his depart. [110]
