Yor.
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.

Ric.
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 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; [to York.
By th' mass, so did we all.—I thank you, Richard:

God knows, how long it is I have to live;
And it hath pleas'd 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.

Yor.
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 hand, lords ^note, 'twas a glorious day:
Saint Alban's battle, won by famous York,
Shall be eterniz'd in all age to come.—
Sound, drums ^note and trumpets;—and to London all:
And more such days as this ^note to us befal! [Flourish. Exeunt.

HENRY VI. Part III.

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