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*And the premised' flames of the last day * Knit earth and heaven together *Now let the general trumpet blow his blast, * Particularities and petty sounds * To cease !”—Wast thou ordained, dear father, * To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve * The silver livery of advised age; * And, in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, thus *To die in ruffian battle P-Even at this sight, * My heart is turned to stone; and, while ’tis mine,

*It shall be stony. York not our old men spares;

*No more will I their babes: tears virginal * Shall be to me even as the dew to fire; *And beauty, that the tyrant oft reclaims, * Shall to my flaming wrath be oil and flax. * Henceforth I will not have to do with pity: * Meet I an infant of the house of York, *Into as many gobbets will I cut it, * As wild Medea young Absyrtus did : * In cruelty will I seek out my fame. * Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's house. [Taking up the body. * As did Æneas old Anchises bear, ‘So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders; *But then Æneas bare a living load, *Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine. [Exit.

Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET and SoMERSET, fighting, - and SoMERSET is killed.

Rich. So, lie thou there;—
* For underneath an alehouse’ paltry sign,
The castle in Saint Albans, Somerset
Hath made the wizard famous in his death.”—

1 Premised is sent before their time.

2 To cease is to stop; a verb active.

* The death of Somerset here accomplishes that equivocal prediction of Jourdain, the witch, in the first act.

* Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful still; * Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill. [Eart.

Alarums: Eaccursions. Enter KING HENRy, QUEEN MARGARET, and others, retreating.

* Q. Mar. Away, my lord! you are slow; for shame, away! * K. Hen. Can we outrun the heavens; good Margaret, stay. . * Q. Mar. What are you made off you'll not fight, nor fly. . *Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence, *To give the enemy way; and to secure us *By what we can, which can no more but fly. [Alarum afar off * If you be ta'en, we then should see the bottom * Of all our fortunes; but if we haply scape, *(As well we may, if not through your neglect,) *We shall to London get, where you are loved; * And where this breach, now in our fortunes made, *May readily be stopped.

Enter Young CLIFFoRD.

*Y. Clif. But that my heart's on future mischief Set, * I would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly; *But fly you must; uncurable discomfit * Reigns in the hearts of all our present parts." * Away, for your relief! and we will live *To see their day, and them our fortune give. * Away, my lord, away! - [Eveunt,

1 Parts may stand for parties; it may be also an error for party.

SCENE III. Fields near Saint Albans.

Alarum: Retreat. Flourish; then enter York, RichARD PlaNTAGENET, WARWICK, and Soldiers, with drum and colors.

* York. Of Salisbury, who can report of him; * That winter lion, who, in rage, forgets * Aged contusions and all brush of time; " * And, like a gallant in the brow of youth,” * Repairs him with occasion ? This happy day * Is not itself, nor have we won one foot, * If Salisbury be lost.

* Rich. My noble father ‘Three times to-day I holp him to his horse, ‘Three times bestrid him, thrice I led him off, ‘ Persuaded him from any further act; “But still, where danger was, still there I met him; * And like rich hangings in a homely house, * So was his will in his old feeble body. *But, noble as he is, look where he comes.


‘Sal. Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought to-day;

* By the mass, so did we all.—I thank you, Richard. * God knows how long it is I have to live; ‘And it hath pleased him that three times to-day ‘You have defended me from imminent death.*Well, lords, we have not got that which we have ; * * 'Tis not enough our foes are this time fled, * Being opposites of such repairing nature.

1 Warburton would substitute “all bruise of time;” but, as Steevens observes, “the brush of time” is the gradual detrition of time.

* i. e. the height of youth; the brow of a hill is its summit.

8 i. e. we have not secured that which we have acquired.

* York. I know our safety is to follow them; * For, as I hear, the king is fled to London, “To call a present court of parliament. * Let us pursue him, ere the writs go forth.‘What says lord Warwick? shall we after them?

War. After them 1 nay, before them, if we can. Now, by my faith, lords, ’twas a glorious day; Saint Albans’ battle won by famous York, Shall be eternized in all age to come.— Sound, drums and trumpets, and to London all; And more such days as these to us befall! [Eveunt.

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