MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and Soldiers.]

EDWARD.
Now breathe we, lords; good fortune bids us pause,
And smooth the frowns of war with peaceful looks.--
Some troops pursue the bloody-minded queen
That led calm Henry, though he were a king,
As doth a sail, fill'd with a fretting gust,
Command an argosy to stem the waves.
But think you, lords, that Clifford fled with them?

WARWICK.
No, 't is impossible he should escape;
For, though before his face I speak the words,
Your brother Richard mark'd him for the grave,
And whereso'er he is he's surely dead.

[Clifford groans and dies.]

EDWARD.
Whose soul is that which takes her heavy leave?

RICHARD.
A deadly groan, like life and death's departing.

EDWARD.
See who it is; and, now the battle's ended,
If friend or foe, let him be gently us'd.

RICHARD.