Sweet Clifford, hear me speak before I die. Speak, Clifford, dost thou know who speaks to thee? Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower shortly. Wailing our losses, whiles the foe doth rage Were play'd in jest by counterfeiting actors? Which makes thee thus presumptuous and proud. And chides the sea that sunders him from thence. Yet shall you have all kindness at my hand. Why, how now, long-tongued Warwick! You left poor Henry at the Bishop's palace. Some six miles off the duke is with the soldiers From your kind aunt, Duchess of Burgundy. Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give: 'Twas I that gave the kingdom to thy brother. Than if thou never hadst deserved our hate.
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But cheerly seek how to redress their harms. Should not become my wife and England's queen. Accursed be he that seeks to make them foes! What! That beggars mounted run their horse to death. Sail how thou canst, have wind and tide thy friend, This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair. And so he comes, to rend his limbs asunder. Edward and Richard, you shall stay with me My brother Montague shall post to London: Whom we have left protectors of the king. Ah, simple men, you know not what you swear! That cannot be the noise of thy cross-bow. The owl shriek'd at thy birth,-an evil sign The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempest shook down trees The raven rook'd her on the chimney's top. Were but a feigned friend to our proceedings: But welcome, sweet Clarence my daughter shall be thine. And thou, Lord Bourbon, our high admiral. What's worse than murderer, that I may name it? Teach your students to analyze literature like LitCharts does. To cease this civil war, and, whilst I live. My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs. We may surprise and take him at our pleasure? Seize on the shame-faced Henry, bear him hence And once again proclaim us King of England. He shall here find his friends with horse and men. Warwick plans to go to London to restore Henry to the throne.
When as the noble Duke of York was slain. ', Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, and soldiers, March: flourish. Say, Henry, shall I have my right, or no? Turn this way, Henry, and regard them not. We'll forward towards Warwick and his mates Ah, froward Clarence! Suggest but truth to my divining thoughts. And to that end I shortly mind to leave you. No God forbid your grace should be forsworn. He durst not sit there, had your father lived. When nature brought him to the door of death? A little gale will soon disperse that cloud.
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