Act II, Scene 4

[Another Part of the Field.]

[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.]