_Y. Clif._ Shame and confusion! all is on the rout;   [beb031] Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds Where it should guard. O war, thou son of hell, Whom angry heavens do make their minister, Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part   ·beb035· Hot coals of vengeance! Let no soldier fly.   [beb036] He that is truly dedicate to war Hath no self-love, nor he that loves himself   [beb038] Hath not essentially but by circumstance The name of valour. [_Seeing his dead father_] O, let the vile world end,   [beb040] And the premised flames of the last day   [beb041] Knit earth and heaven together!   [beb042] Now let the general trumpet blow his blast, Particularities and petty sounds To cease! Wast thou ordain’d, dear father,   [beb045] To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve The silver livery of advised age, And, in thy reverence and thy chair-days, thus To die in ruffian battle? Even at this sight My heart is turn’d to stone: and while ’tis mine,   ·beb050· It shall be stony. York not our old men spares; No more will I their babes: tears virginal Shall be to me even as the dew to fire, And beauty that the tyrant oft reclaims Shall to my flaming wrath be oil and flax.   ·beb055· Henceforth I will not have to do with pity: Meet I an infant of the house of York, Into as many gobbets will I cut it As wild Medea young Absyrtus did:   [beb059] In cruelty will I seek out my fame.   ·beb060· Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford’s house: As did Æneas old Anchises bear, So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders; But then Æneas bare a living load, Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine.   [beb065]     [_Exit, bearing off his father._ _Enter_ RICHARD _and_ SOMERSET _to fight._ SOMERSET _is killed_. _Rich._ So, lie thou there;   [beb066] For underneath an alehouse’ paltry sign,   [beb067] The Castle in Saint Alban’s, Somerset Hath made the wizard famous in his death. Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful still:   ·beb070· Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill. [_Exit._   [beb071] _Fight: excursions. Enter_ KING, QUEEN, _and others_. _Queen._ Away, my lord! you are slow; for shame, away!   [beb072] _King._ Can we outrun the heavens? good Margaret, stay. _Queen._ What are you made of? you’ll nor fight nor fly:   [beb074] Now is it manhood, wisdom and defence,   ·beb075· To give the enemy way, and to secure us By what we can, which can no more but fly. [_Alarum afar off._ If you be ta’en, we then should see the bottom   [beb078] Of all our fortunes: but if we haply scape, As well we may, if not through your neglect,   [beb080] We shall to London get, where you are loved And where this breach now in our fortunes made   [beb082] May readily be stopp’d.   [beb083] _Re-enter young_ CLIFFORD.