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Henry VI, Part 3 - Act 1, scene 3
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Navigate this workHenry VI, Part 3 - Act 1, scene 3
Act 1, scene 3
Rutland, youngest son of York, is killed by Lord Clifford as revenge against York, who killed Clifford’s father.Enter Rutland and his Tutor.
0358 Ah, whither shall I fly to scape their hands?
Enter Clifford ⌜with Soldiers, all wearing the red rose.⌝
0359 Ah, tutor, look where bloody Clifford comes.
0360 Chaplain, away. Thy priesthood saves thy life.
0361 As for the brat of this accursèd duke,
0362 5 Whose father slew my father, he shall die.
0363 And I, my lord, will bear him company.
CLIFFORD 0364 Soldiers, away with him.
0365 Ah, Clifford, murder not this innocent child,
0366 Lest thou be hated both of God and man.
He exits, ⌜dragged off by Soldiers.⌝
CLIFFORD, ⌜approaching Rutland⌝
0367 10 How now? Is he dead already? Or is it fear
0368 That makes him close his eyes? I’ll open them.
0369 So looks the pent-up lion o’er the wretch
0370 That trembles under his devouring paws;
0371 And so he walks, insulting o’er his prey;
0372 15 And so he comes to rend his limbs asunder.
0373 Ah, gentle Clifford, kill me with thy sword
0374 And not with such a cruel threat’ning look.
0375 Sweet Clifford, hear me speak before I die.
0376 I am too mean a subject for thy wrath.
0377 20 Be thou revenged on men, and let me live.
0378 In vain thou speak’st, poor boy. My father’s blood
0379 Hath stopped the passage where thy words should
0381 Then let my father’s blood open it again;
0382 25 He is a man and, Clifford, cope with him.
0383 Had I thy brethren here, their lives and thine
0384 Were not revenge sufficient for me.
0385 No, if I digged up thy forefathers’ graves
0386 And hung their rotten coffins up in chains,
0387 30 It could not slake mine ire nor ease my heart.
0388 The sight of any of the house of York
0389 Is as a fury to torment my soul,
0390 And till I root out their accursèd line
0391 And leave not one alive, I live in hell.
0392 35 Therefore—⌜He raises his rapier.⌝
0393 O, let me pray before I take my death!
0394 To thee I pray: sweet Clifford, pity me!
0395 Such pity as my rapier’s point affords.
0396 I never did thee harm. Why wilt thou slay me?
0397 40 Thy father hath.
RUTLAND 0398 But ’twas ere I was born.
0399 Thou hast one son; for his sake pity me,
0400 Lest in revenge thereof, sith God is just,
0401 He be as miserably slain as I.
0402 45 Ah, let me live in prison all my days,
0403 And when I give occasion of offense
0404 Then let me die, for now thou hast no cause.
0405 No cause? Thy father slew my father; therefore die.
⌜He stabs Rutland.⌝
0406 Di faciant laudis summa sit ista tuae!⌜He dies.⌝
0407 50 Plantagenet, I come, Plantagenet!
0408 And this thy son’s blood, cleaving to my blade,
0409 Shall rust upon my weapon till thy blood,
0410 Congealed with this, do make me wipe off both.
He exits, ⌜with Soldiers carrying off Rutland’s body.⌝