*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 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, thcu 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.

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

[Exit.

Enter King HENRY, Queen MARGARET, and others, retreating,

Alarums: excursions.

'Q. Mar. Away, my lord! you are slow; for shame, away!

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* K. Hen. Can we outrun the heavens? good Mar

garet, 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 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 lov'd;

量

* 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 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.

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