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. Warwick comes; Clifford flies.

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

[_Exeunt._]