_Son._ I’ll bear thee hence, where I may weep my fill. [cbe113] [_Exit with the body._ _Fath._ These arms of mine shall be thy winding-sheet; My heart, sweet boy, shall be thy sepulchre, ·cbe115· For from my heart thine image ne’er shall go; My sighing breast shall be thy funeral bell; And so obsequious will thy father be, Even for the loss of thee, having no more, [cbe119] As Priam was for all his valiant sons. ·cbe120· I’ll bear thee hence; and let them fight that will, For I have murdered where I should not kill. [cbe122] [_Exit with the body._ _K. Hen._ Sad-hearted men, much overgone with care, Here sits a king more woful than you are. _Alarums: excursions. Enter_ QUEEN MARGARET, _the_ PRINCE, _and_ EXETER. _Prince._ Fly, father, fly! for all your friends are fled, [cbe125] And Warwick rages like a chafed bull: Away! for death doth hold us in pursuit. _Q. Mar._ Mount you, my lord; towards Berwick post amain: Edward and Richard, like a brace of greyhounds Having the fearful flying hare in sight, ·cbe130· With fiery eyes sparkling for very wrath, And bloody steel grasp’d in their ireful hands, Are at our backs; and therefore hence amain. _Exe._ Away! for vengeance comes along with them: Nay, stay not to expostulate, make speed; ·cbe135· Or else come after: I’ll away before. _K. Hen._ Nay, take me with thee, good sweet Exeter: Not that I fear to stay, but love to go Whither the queen intends. Forward; away! [_Exeunt._ [cbe139] SCENE VI. _Another part of the field_. _A loud alarum. Enter_ CLIFFORD, _wounded_.