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Ah, whither shall I fly, to escape their hands? Ah Tutor, look where bloody Clifford comes. So looks the pent-vp Lion over the Wretch, That trembles under his devouring Paws: And so he walks, insulting over his Prey, And so be comes, to rend his Limbs asunder. Ah gentle Clifford, kill me with thy Sword, And not with such a cruel threatening Look. Sweet Clifford hear me speak, before I die: I am too mean a subject for thy Wrath, Be thou revenged on men, and let me live. Then let my Father's blood open it again, He is a man, and Clifford cope with him. O let me pray, before I take my death: To thee I pray; sweet Clifford pity me. I never did thee harm: why wilt thou slay me? But 'twas ere I was born. Thou hast one Son, for his sake pity me, Least in revenge thereof, sith God is joust, He be as miserably slain as I. Ah, let me live in Prison all my days, And when I give occasion of offence, Then let me die, for now thou hast no cause. Dij faciant laudis summa fit ista tuae.