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Call hither Clifford , bid him come amain , To say , if that the bastard boys of York Shall be the Surety for their traitor father . York . O blood - bespotted Neapolitan , Out - cast of Naples , England's bloody scourge !
Call hither Clifford , bid him come amain , To say , if that the bastard boys of York Shall be the Surety for their traitor father . York . O blood - bespotted Neapolitan , Out - cast of Naples , England's bloody scourge !
Page 123
Ah , Tutor , look , where bloody Clifford comes . Enter Clifford , and Soldiers . Clif . Chaplain , away ! thy priesthood faves thy life ; As for the Brat of this accursed Duke , Whose father New my father , he shall die . Tutor .
Ah , Tutor , look , where bloody Clifford comes . Enter Clifford , and Soldiers . Clif . Chaplain , away ! thy priesthood faves thy life ; As for the Brat of this accursed Duke , Whose father New my father , he shall die . Tutor .
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From off the gates of York fetch down the head , Your father's head , which Clifford placed there : Instead whereof , let his fupply the room . Measure for Measure must be answered . Edw . Bring forth that fatal screech - owl to our ...
From off the gates of York fetch down the head , Your father's head , which Clifford placed there : Instead whereof , let his fupply the room . Measure for Measure must be answered . Edw . Bring forth that fatal screech - owl to our ...
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