York, however, interposes, and claims the right of fighting with him.
"Clifford.—What seest thou in me, York? Why dost thou pause?
York.—With thy brave bearing I should be in love,
But that thou art so fast mine enemy.
Clifford.—Nor should thy prowess want praise and esteem,
But that 'tis shown ignobly and in treason.
York.—So let it help me now against thy sword,
As I in justice and true right express it!
Clifford.—My soul and body on the action both!
York.—A dreadful lay!—address thee instantly.
(They fight, and Clifford falls.)
Clifford.—La fin couronne les œuvres. (Dies.)
York.—Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art still.
Peace with his soul, Heaven, if it be Thy will."