| [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 environ'd with a brazen wall. |
| CLIFFORD | Now, Richard, I am with thee here alone: This is the hand that stabb'd 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] |