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Messenger. Environed he was with many foes, | 2.1.50
And stood against them, as the hope of Troy | 2.1.51
Against the Greeks that would have enter'd Troy. | 2.1.52
But Hercules himself must yield to odds; | 2.1.53
And many strokes, though with a little axe, | 2.1.54
Hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak. | 2.1.55
By many hands your father was subdued; | 2.1.56
But only slaughter'd by the ireful arm | 2.1.57
Of unrelenting Clifford and the queen, | 2.1.58
Who crown'd the gracious duke in high despite, | 2.1.59
Laugh'd in his face; and when with grief he wept, | 2.1.60
The ruthless queen gave him to dry his cheeks | 2.1.61
A napkin steeped in the harmless blood | 2.1.62
Of sweet young Rutland, by rough Clifford slain: | 2.1.63
And after many scorns, many foul taunts, | 2.1.64
They took his head, and on the gates of York | 2.1.65
They set the same; and there it doth remain, | 2.1.66
The saddest spectacle that e'er I view'd. | 2.1.67
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