Is kindling coals that fires all my breast,
And burns me up with flames, that tears would quench. 84
To weep is to make less the depth of grief:
Tears then, for babes; blows and revenge for me!
Richard, I bear thy name; I'll venge thy death,
Or die renowned by attempting it. 88
Edw. His name that valiant duke hath left with thee;
His dukedom and his with me is left.
Rich. Nay, if thou be that princely eagle's
Show thy descent by gazing 'gainst the sun: 92
For chair and dukedom, throne and kingdom say;
Either that is thine, or else thou wert not his.
March. Enter Warwick, Marquess Montague, and their Army.
War. How now, fair lords!? what news abroad?
Rich. Great Lord of Warwick, if we should recount 96
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
Edw. O Warwick! Warwick! that Plantagenet
Which held thee dearly as his soul's redemption,
Is by the stern Lord Clifford done to death.
War. Ten days ago I drown'd these news in tears, 104
And now, to add more measure to your woes,
I come to tell you things sith then befallen.
After the bloody fray at Wakefield fought,
Where your brave father breath'd his latest gasp, 108
90 chair: seat of authority
91, 92 Cf. n.
91 bird: fledgling
95 What fare: how do you fare?