Henry VI Part 3


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Act I
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Act III
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Alarum. Enter Rutland and his Tutor
scape, 'scape (v.) escape, avoid See Topics: Frequency count


RUTLAND

Ah, whither shall I fly to 'scape their hands?

Ah, tutor, look where bloody Clifford comes!

Enter Clifford and soldiers


CLIFFORD

Chaplain, away! Thy priesthood saves thy life.

As for the brat of this accursed duke,
brat (n.) child [not always with contemptuous connotation]

Whose father slew my father, he shall die.


TUTOR

And I, my lord, will bear him company.


CLIFFORD

Soldiers, away with him!


TUTOR

Ah, Clifford, murder not this innocent child,

Lest thou be hated both of God and man.

Exit, dragged off by soldiers


CLIFFORD

How now? Is he dead already? Or is it fear

That makes him close his eyes? I'll open them.


RUTLAND

So looks the pent-up lion o'er the wretch
pent-up (adj.) confined without food, ravenous

That trembles under his devouring paws;

And so he walks, insulting o'er his prey,
insulting (adj.) scornfully boasting, contemptuously exulting

And so he comes, to rend his limbs asunder.
sunder, in asunder, apart, into pieces

Ah, gentle Clifford, kill me with thy sword,

And not with such a cruel threatening look!

Sweet Clifford, hear me speak before I die.

I am too mean a subject for thy wrath;
mean (adj.) 3 unworthy, insignificant, unimportant

Be thou revenged on men, and let me live.


CLIFFORD

In vain thou speakest, poor boy; my father's blood

Hath stopped the passage where thy words should enter.


RUTLAND

Then let my father's blood open it again;

He is a man, and, Clifford, cope with him.
cope, cope with (v.) 1 encounter, face, have to do [with], come into contact [with]


CLIFFORD

Had I thy brethren here, their lives and thine

Were not revenge sufficient for me;

No, if I digged up thy forefathers' graves

And hung their rotten coffins up in chains,

It could not slake mine ire nor ease my heart.
slake (v.) abate, moderate, decrease

The sight of any of the house of York

Is as a fury to torment my soul;

And till I root out their accursed line

And leave not one alive, I live in hell.

Therefore –

He lifts his sword


RUTLAND

O, let me pray before I take my death!

To thee I pray; sweet Clifford, pity me!


CLIFFORD

Such pity as my rapier's point affords.


RUTLAND

I never did thee harm; why wilt thou slay me?


CLIFFORD

Thy father hath.


RUTLAND

                         But 'twas ere I was born.

Thou hast one son; for his sake pity me,

Lest in revenge thereof, sith God is just,

He be as miserably slain as I.

Ah, let me live in prison all my days;

And when I give occasion of offence,
occasion (n.) 2 ground, reason, cause, matter

Then let me die, for now thou hast no cause.


CLIFFORD

No cause?

Thy father slew my father; therefore, die.

He stabs Rutland


RUTLAND

Di faciant laudis summa sit ista tuae.
di... may the gods cause your action to be that which makes you best known See Topics: Latin

He dies


CLIFFORD

Plantagenet! I come, Plantagenet!

And this thy son's blood cleaving to my blade
cleave (v.) stick, adhere

Shall rust upon my weapon, till thy blood

Congealed with this, do make me wipe off both.
congeal (v.) coagulate, curdle, clot

Exit

 
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