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To cease!-Wast thou ordain'd, 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 ?—Even at this sight,
My heart is turn'd 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 honse 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. [Erit.

Enter Richard PLANTAGENET and SOMERSET, fight

ing, 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. Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful still : Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill. [Exit. Alarums : Excursions. Enter King Henry, Queen

MARGARET, and others, retreating. Q. Mar. Away, my lord ! you are slow ; for shame,


K. Hen. Can we outrun the beavens? good Marga

ret, stay. Q. Mar. What are you made of? 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 Ay.

[ Alarum afar of 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 lov’d; And where this breach, now in our fortunes made, May readily be stopp’d.

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!

[Exeunt, SCENE III.-Fields near Saint Albans.

Alarum: Retreat. Flourish; then enter YORK, RICHARD

PLANTAGENET, WARWICK, and Soldiers, with Drum and Colours.

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.

Enter SALISBURY. 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 pleas'd hịm, 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.

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! nay, before them, if we can.
Now by my faith, lords, 'twas a glorious day:
Saint Albans' battle, won by famous York,
Shall be eterniz'd in all age to come.-
Sound, drums and trumpets ;--and to London all :
And more such days as these to us befall! [Exeunt.




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