King Henry VI, Part 3 by William Shakespeare
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CLIFFORD.
So cowards fight when they can fly no further; So doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons; So desperate thieves, all hopeless of their lives, Breathe out invectives 'gainst the officers. YORK. O Clifford, but bethink thee once again, And in thy thought o'errun my former time; And, if thou canst for blushing, view this face, And bite thy tongue, that slanders him with cowardice Whose frown hath made thee faint and fly ere this. CLIFFORD. I will not bandy with thee word for word, But buckle with thee blows, twice two for one. QUEEN MARGARET. Hold, valiant Clifford! for a thousand causes I would prolong awhile the traitor's life.-- Wrath makes him deaf; speak thou, Northumberland. NORTHUMBERLAND. Hold, Clifford! do not honour him so much To prick thy finger, though to wound his heart. What valour were it, when a cur doth grin, For one to thrust his hand between his teeth, When he might spurn him with his foot away? It is war's prize to take all vantages, |
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