20 York. With thy brave bearing should I be in love,
But that thou art so fast mine enemy.
Clif. 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
25 As I in justice and true right express it.
Clif. My soul and body on the action both!
[♦] York. A dreadful lay! Address thee instantly. [They fight, and Clifford falls.
[♦] Clif. La fin couronne les œuvres. [Dies.
York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art still.