_North._ Had he been slaughter-man to all my kin, [cad169] I should not for my life but weep with him, [cad170] To see how inly sorrow gripes his soul. _Q. Mar._ What, weeping-ripe, my Lord Northumberland? [cad172] Think but upon the wrong he did us all, And that will quickly dry thy melting tears. _Clif._ Here’s for my oath, here’s for my father’s death. [cad175] [_Stabbing him._ _Q. Mar._ And here’s to right our gentle-hearted king. [cad176] [_Stabbing him._ _York._ Open Thy gate of mercy, gracious God! My soul flies through these wounds to seek out Thee. [cad178] [_Dies._ _Q. Mar._ Off with his head, and set it on York gates; So York may overlook the town of York. [cad180] [_Flourish. Exeunt._ ACT II. SCENE I. _A plain near Mortimer’s Cross in Herefordshire_. _A march. Enter_ EDWARD, RICHARD, _and their power_. _Edw._ I wonder how our princely father ’scaped, [cba001] Or whether he be ’scaped away or no From Clifford’s and Northumberland’s pursuit: [cba003] Had he been ta’en, we should have heard the news; Had he been slain, we should have heard the news; ·cba005· Or had he ’scaped, methinks we should have heard The happy tidings of his good escape. How fares my brother? why is he so sad? _Rich._ I cannot joy, until I be resolved Where our right valiant father is become. ·cba010· I saw him in the battle range about; And watch’d him how he singled Clifford forth. Methought he bore him in the thickest troop As doth a lion in a herd of neat; Or as a bear, encompass’d round with dogs, ·cba015· Who having pinch’d a few and made them cry, The rest stand all aloof, and bark at him. So fared our father with his enemies; So fled his enemies my warlike father: Methinks, ’tis prize enough to be his son. [cba020] See how the morning opes her golden gates, [cba021] And takes her farewell of the glorious sun! How well resembles it the prime of youth, Trimm’d like a younker prancing to his love! _Edw._ Dazzle mine eyes, or do I see three suns? [cba025] _Rich._ Three glorious suns, each one a perfect sun; Not separated with the racking clouds, But sever’d in a pale clear-shining sky. [cba028] See, see! they join, embrace, and seem to kiss, As if they vow’d some league inviolable: ·cba030· Now are they but one lamp, one light, one sun. In this the heaven figures some event. [cba032] _Edw._ ’Tis wondrous strange, the like yet never heard of. [cba033] I think it cites us, brother, to the field, That we, the sons of brave Plantagenet, ·cba035· Each one already blazing by our meeds, [cba036] Should notwithstanding join our lights together And over-shine the earth as this the world. Whate’er it bodes, henceforward will I bear Upon my target three fair-shining suns. [cba040]