Even of the bonny beast he lov'd so well. 12
Enter Clifford.
War. Of one or both of us the time is come.
York. Hold, Warwick! seek thee out some other chase,
For I myself must hunt this deer to death.
War. Then, nobly, York; 'tis for a crown thou fight'st. 16
As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day,
It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd. Exit War.
Clif. What seest thou in me, York? why dost thou pause?
York. With thy brave bearing should I be in love, 20
But that thou art so fast mine enemy.
Clif. Nor should thy prowess want praise and esteem,
But that 'tis shown ignobly and in treason.
York. So let it help me now against thy sword 24
As I in justice and true right express it.
Clif. My soul and body on the action both!
York. A dreadful lay! address thee instantly.
Clif. La fin couronne les œuvres. 28
York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art still.
Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will! Exit.
Enter Young Clifford.
Y. Clif. Shame and confusion! all is on the rout:
Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds 32
Where it should guard. O war! thou son of hell,
21 fast: inalterably
26 action: result of combat
27 lay: stake
address thee: prepare
28 La fin . . . œuvres: 'finis coronat opus,' the result proves the justice of the cause
