Another Part of the Field.
 Excursions. Enter RICHARD and CLIFFORD.

Richard	Now, Clifford, I have singled thee alone.
	Suppose this arm is for the Duke of York,
	And this for Rutland; both bound to revenge,
	Wert thou environed with a brazen wall.

Clifford	Now, Richard, I am with thee here alone.
	This is the hand that stabbed thy father York,
	And this the hand that slew thy brother Rutland;
	And here's the heart that triumphs in their death
	And cheers these hands, that slew thy sire and brother,
	To execute the like upon thyself;
	And so, have at thee!

                They fight. Enter WARWICK. CLIFFORD flies.

Richard	Nay, Warwick, single out some other chase;
	For I myself will hunt this wolf to death.
													[Exeunt.
