SceneIV

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Scene

IV

Another part of the field.

Excursions. Enter Richard and Clifford.

Richard

Now, Clifford, I have singled thee alone:

Suppose this arm is for the Duke of York,

And this for Rutland; both bound to revenge,

Wert thou environ’d with a brazen wall.

Clifford

Now, Richard, I am with thee here alone:

This is the hand that stabb’d thy father York;

And this the hand that slew thy brother Rutland;

And here’s the heart that triumphs in their death

And cheers these hands that slew thy sire and brother

To execute the like upon thyself;

And so, have at thee! They fight. Warwick comes; Clifford flies.

Richard

Nay Warwick, single out some other chase;

For I myself will hunt this wolf to death. Exeunt.