_War._ From off the gates of York fetch down the head, Your father’s head, which Clifford placed there; Instead whereof let this supply the room: [cbf054] Measure for measure must be answered. ·cbf055· _Edw._ Bring forth that fatal screech-owl to our house, That nothing sung but death to us and ours: Now death shall stop his dismal threatening sound, And his ill-boding tongue no more shall speak. [cbf059] _War._ I think his understanding is bereft. [cbf060] Speak, Clifford, dost thou know who speaks to thee? Dark cloudy death o’ershades his beams of life, And he nor sees nor hears us what we say. _Rich._ O, would he did! and so perhaps he doth: ’Tis but his policy to counterfeit, ·cbf065· Because he would avoid such bitter taunts Which in the time of death he gave our father. [cbf067] _Geo._ If so thou think’st, vex him with eager words. [cbf068] _Rich._ Clifford, ask mercy and obtain no grace. _Edw._ Clifford, repent in bootless penitence. ·cbf070· _War._ Clifford, devise excuses for thy faults. _Geo._ While we devise fell tortures for thy faults. [cbf072] _Rich._ Thou didst love York, and I am son to York. _Edw._ Thou pitied’st Rutland; I will pity thee. _Geo._ Where’s Captain Margaret, to fence you now? ·cbf075· _War._ They mock thee, Clifford: swear as thou wast wont. [cbf076] _Rich._ What, not an oath? nay, then the world goes hard [cbf077] When Clifford cannot spare his friends an oath. I know by that he’s dead; and, by my soul, If this right hand would buy two hours’ life, [cbf080] That I in all despite might rail at him, This hand should chop it off, and with the issuing blood [cbf082] Stifle the villain whose unstanched thirst York and young Rutland could not satisfy. _War._ Ay, but he’s dead: off with the traitor’s head, ·cbf085· And rear it in the place your father’s stands. [cbf086] And now to London with triumphant march, There to be crowned England’s royal king: From whence shall Warwick cut the sea to France, And ask the Lady Bona for thy queen: [cbf090] So shalt thou sinew both these lands together; [cbf091] And, having France thy friend, thou shalt not dread [cbf092] The scatter’d foe that hopes to rise again; For though they cannot greatly sting to hurt, Yet look to have them buzz to offend thine ears. ·cbf095· First will I see the coronation; [cbf096] And then to Brittany I’ll cross the sea, To effect this marriage, so it please my lord. _Edw._ Even as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, let it be; For in thy shoulder do I build my seat, [cbf100] And never will I undertake the thing Wherein thy counsel and consent is wanting. Richard, I will create thee Duke of Gloucester, And George, of Clarence: Warwick, as ourself, Shall do and undo as him pleaseth best. ·cbf105· _Rich._ Let me be Duke of Clarence, George of Gloucester; [cbf106] For Gloucester’s dukedom is too ominous.