Your brother Richard markt him for the graue.
And where so ere he be I warrant him dead. Clifford grones and then dies.
Edw. Harke, what soule is this that takes his heauy leaue?
Rich. A deadlie grone, like life and deaths departure.
105 Edw. See who it is, and now the battailes ended,
Friend or foe, let him be friendlie vsed.
Rich. Reuerse that doome of mercie, for tis Clifford,
Who kild our tender brother Rutland,
[♦] And stabd our princelie father Duke of Yorke.
[110] War. From off the gates of Yorke fetch down the