York.
Of ^note Salisbury, who can report of him,
That winter lion, who in rage forgets
Aged contusions and all brush ^note of ^note time,
And, like a gallant in the brow ^note 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 ^note 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 ^note homely house,
So was his will in his old feeble body.
But, noble as he is, look ^note where he comes. Enter Salisbury.

Sal.
Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought to-day;
By the ^note 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 ^note 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? ^note

War.
After them! nay, before them, if we can.
Now, by my faith ^note, lords, 'twas a glorious day:
Saint Alban's battle won by famous York
Shall be eternized in all age to come.
Sound drums ^note and trumpets, and to London all:
And more such days as these ^note to us befall! [Exeunt.

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