45 Then let me die, for now thou hast no cause.
Clif. No cause!
[♦] Thy father slew my father; therefore, die. [Stabs him.
[♦] Rut. Di faciant laudis summa sit ista tuæ! [Dies.
Clif. Plantagenet! I come, Plantagenet!
50 And this thy son’s blood cleaving to my blade
Shall rust upon my weapon, till thy blood,
[♦] Congeal’d with this, do make me wipe off both. [Exit.
cad SCENE IV. Another part of the field.
Alarum. Enter RICHARD, Duke of York.