RICHARD
Now, Clifford, I have singled alone.
Suppose this arm is for the Duke of York,
And this for Rutland; both bound to revenge,
Wert environed with a brazen wall.
CLIFFORD
Now, Richard, I am with here alone.
This is the hand that stabbed father York,
And this the hand that slew brother Rutland;
And here’s the heart that triumphs in their death
And cheers these hands that slew sire and brother
To execute the like upon thyself;
And so have at !
RICHARD
Nay, Warwick, single out some other chase;
For I myself will hunt this wolf to death.