_Rich._ Brother, give me thy hand; and, gentle Warwick, [cbc044] Let me embrace thee in my weary arms: ·cbc045· I, that did never weep, now melt with woe That winter should cut off our spring-time so. _War._ Away, away! Once more, sweet lords, farewell. [cbc048] _Geo._ Yet let us all together to our troops, [cbc049] And give them leave to fly that will not stay; ·cbc050· And call them pillars that will stand to us; And, if we thrive, promise them such rewards As victors wear at the Olympian games: [cbc053] This may plant courage in their quailing breasts; For yet is hope of life and victory. ·cbc055· Forslow no longer, make we hence amain. [_Exeunt._ [cbc056] SCENE IV. _Another part of the field_. _Excursions. Enter_ RICHARD _and_ CLIFFORD. _Rich._ Now, Clifford, I have singled thee alone: [cbd001] 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. _Clif._ Now, Richard, I am with thee here alone: ·cbd005· 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; ·cbd010· And so, have at thee! [cbd011] [_They fight. Warwick comes; Clifford flies._ _Rich._ Nay, Warwick, single out some other chase; For I myself will hunt this wolf to death. [_Exeunt._ SCENE V. _Another part of the field_. _Alarum. Enter_ KING HENRY _alone_.