SCENE III.
Fields near Saint Albans.
Alarum: Retreat. Flourish; then enter York,
Richard Plantagenet, Warwick, and Soldiers,
with Drum and Colours.
&mlquo;York.
&mlquo;Of Salisbury1 note
, who can report of him;
&mast;That winter lion, who, in rage, forgets
&mast;Aged contusions and all brush of time2 note
;
&mast;And, like a gallant in the brow of youth3 note
,
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&mast;Repairs him with occasion? this happy day
&mast;Is not itself, nor have we won one foot,
&mast;If Salisbury be lost.
&mlquo;Rich.
&mlquo;My noble father,
&mlquo;Three times to-day I holp him to his horse,
&mlquo;Three times bestrid him4 note
, thrice I led him off,
&mlquo;Persuaded him from any further act:
&mlquo;But still, where danger was, still there I met him;
&mast;And like rich hangings in a homely house,
&mast;So was his will in his old feeble body.
&mast;But, noble as he is, look where he comes.
Enter Salisbury.
&mlquo;Sal.
&mlquo;Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought to-day5 note
;
&mlquo;By the mass, so did we all.—I thank you, Richard:
&mlquo;God knows, how long it is I have to live;
&mlquo;And it hath pleas'd him, that three times to-day
&mlquo;You have defended me from imminent death.—
&mast;Well, lords, we have not got that which we have6 note
:
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&mast;'Tis not enough our foes are this time fled,
&mast;Being opposites of such repairing nature7 note
.
&mlquo;York.
&mlquo;I know, our safety is to follow them;
&mlquo;For, as I hear, the king is fled to London,
&mlquo;To call a present court of parliament8 note.
&mlquo;Let us pursue him, ere the writs go forth:—
&mlquo;What says lord Warwick? shall we after them?
War.
After them! nay, before them, if we can.
Now by my faith9 note, lords, 'twas a glorious day:
Saint Albans' battle, won by famous York,
Shall be etérniz'd in all age to come.—
Sound, drums and trumpets;—and to London all:
And more such days as these to us befall!
[Exeunt.
