Alarmes, then enter yoong Clifford alone.
Yoong Clifford. Father of Comberland,
[♦] Where may I seeke my aged father forth?
[45] O! dismall sight, see where he breathlesse lies,
All smeard and weltred in his luke-warme blood,
Ah, aged pillar of all Comberlands true house,
Sweete father, to thy murthred ghoast I sweare,
Immortall hate vnto the house of Yorke,
Nor neuer shall I sleepe secure one night,
Till I haue furiously reuengde thy death,