When as the enemy hath been ten to one:
[75] Why should I not now have the like success? [Alarum. Exeunt.
cac SCENE III. Field of battle betwixt Sandal Castle and Wakefield.
Alarums. Enter RUTLAND and his Tutor.
[♦] Rut. Ah, whither shall I fly to ’scape their hands?
[♦] Ah, tutor, look where bloody Clifford comes!
Enter CLIFFORD and Soldiers.
Clif. Chaplain, away! thy priesthood saves thy life.
[♦] As for the brat of this accursed duke,
[5] Whose father slew my father, he shall die.