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KING HENRY THE SIXTH PART III

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ACT I. SCENE III.

A FIELD OF BATTLE BETWEEN SANDAL CASTLE AND WAKEFIELD.

RUTLAND AND HIS TUTOR, CLIFFORD AND SOLDIERS.

Clifford. CHAPLAIN, away! thy priesthood saves thy life.
As for the brat of this accursed duke,
Whose father slew my father, he shall die.
Tut. And I, my lord, will bear him company.
Clif. Soldiers, away with him.
Tut. Ah, Clifford! murther not this innocent child,
Lest thou be hated both of God and man.
[Exit, forced off by Soldiers.
Clif. How now! is he dead already? Or is it fear
That makes him close his eyes?—I'll open them.

Painted by James Northcote, R.A. Engraved by C.G. Playter and T. Ryder.


ACT II. SCENE V.

A FIELD OF BATTLE, NEAR TOWTON, IN YORKSHIRE.

KING HENRY. SON THAT HAS KILLED HIS FATHER—FATHER THAT HAS KILLED HIS SON.

Father. THOU that so stoutly hast resisted me,
Give me thy gold, if thou hast any gold;
For I have bought it with an hundred blows.
But let me see:—is this our foeman's face?
Ah, no, no, no, it is mine only son!
Ah, boy, if any life be left in thee,
Throw up thine eye; see, see, what showers arise,
Blown with the windy tempest of my heart,
Upon thy wounds, that kill mine eye and heart!
O, pity, God, this miserable age!
What stratagems, how fell, how butcherly,
Erroneous, mutinous, and unnatural,
This deadly quarrel daily doth beget!
O boy, thy father gave thee life too soon,
And hath bereft thee of thy life too late!

Painted by Josiah Boydell. Engraved by John Ogborne.


ACT IV. SCENE V.

A PARK, NEAR MIDDLEHAM CASTLE, IN YORKSHIRE.

KING EDWARD AND HUNTSMAN; GLOSTER, HASTINGS, AND SIR WILLIAM STANLEY IN THE DISTANCE.

Huntsman. THIS way, my lord; for this way lies the game.
K. Edw. Nay, this way, man; see where the huntsmen stand.
Now, brother of Gloster, lord Hastings, and the rest,
Stand you thus close to steal the bishop's deer?
K. Edw. Huntsman, what say'st thou? wilt thou go along?
Hunt. Better do so than tarry and be hang'd.
Glo. Come then, away; let's have no more ado.
K. Edw. Bishop, farewell: shield thee from Warwick's frown;
And pray that I may repossess the crown.

Painted by William Miller. Engraved by John Baptist Michel and William Leney.

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