And let his manly face, which promiseth 40
Successful fortune, steel thy melting heart
To hold thine own and leave thine own with him.
King. Full well hath Clifford play'd the orator,
arguments of mighty force. 44
But, Clifford, tell me, didst thou never hear
That things ill got had ever bad success?
And for that son
Whose father for his hoarding went to hell? 48
I'll leave my son my virtuous deeds behind;
And would my father had left me no more!
For all the rest is held at such a rate
As brings a thousand-fold more care to keep 52
Than in possession any jot of pleasure.
Ah! cousin York, would thy best friends did know
How it doth grieve me that thy head is here!
Queen. My lord, cheer up your spirits: our foes are nigh, 56
And this soft courage makes your followers faint.
You promis'd knighthood to our son:
Unsheathe your sword, and dub him presently.
Edward, kneel down. 60
King. Edward Plantagenet, arise a knight;
And learn this lesson, draw thy sword in right.
Prince. My gracious father, by your kingly leave,
I'll draw it as to the crown, 64
And in that quarrel use it to the death.
Clif. Why, that is spoken like aprince.
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. Royal commanders, be in readiness:
For with a band of thirty thousand men 68
44 Inferring: alleging
47 happy . . . it: did things always turn out well
58 forward: ardent
64 apparent: heir-apparent
66 toward: hopeful