_War._ Clifford of Cumberland, ’tis Warwick calls: And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear,   [beb002] Now, when the angry trumpet sounds alarum And dead men’s cries do fill the empty air,   [beb004] Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with me:   ·beb005· Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland, Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms. _Enter_ YORK. How now, my noble lord! what, all a-foot?   [beb008] _York._ The deadly-handed Clifford slew my steed, But match to match I have encounter’d him   ·beb010· And made a prey for carrion kites and crows   [beb011] Even of the bonny beast he loved so well.   [beb012] _Enter old_ CLIFFORD. _War._ Of one or both of us the time is come. _York._ Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some other chase, For I myself must hunt this deer to death.   ·beb015· _War._ Then, nobly, York; ’tis for a crown thou fight’st. As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day, It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail’d. [_Exit._ _Clif._ What seest thou in me, York? why dost thou pause?   [beb019] _York._ With thy brave bearing should I be in love,   ·beb020· But that thou art so fast mine enemy. _Clif._ Nor should thy prowess want praise and esteem, But that ’tis shown ignobly and in treason. _York._ So let it help me now against thy sword   [beb024] As I in justice and true right express it.   ·beb025· _Clif._ My soul and body on the action both! _York._ A dreadful lay! Address thee instantly.   [beb027]    [_They fight, and Clifford falls._ _Clif._ La fin couronne les œuvres.    [_Dies._   [beb028] _York._ Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art still. Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will!   [_Exit._   ·beb030· _Enter young_ CLIFFORD.