Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ric. Exeunt
Ric. [Act 5, Scene 2]
Ric. Enter Warwicke.
War. War.
War. Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwicke calles:
War. And if thou dost not hide thee from the Beare,
War. Now when the angrie Trumpet sounds alarum,
War. And dead mens cries do fill the emptie ayre,
War. Clifford I say, come forth and fight with me,
War. Proud Northerne Lord, Clifford of Cumberland,
War. Warwicke is hoarse with calling thee to armes.
War. Enter Yorke.
War. How now my Noble Lord? What all a‑foot.
Yor. Yor.
Yor. The deadly handed Clifford slew my steed:
Yor. But match to match I haue encountred him,
Yor. And made a prey for Carrion Kytes and Crowes
Yor. Euen of the bonnie beast he loued so well.
Yor. Enter Clifford.