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* 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. [Exit.


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.

Alarums: Excursions. Enter King Henry, Queen

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

shame, away! * K. Hen. Can we outrun the heavens? good

Margaret, 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;

into several pieces, that her father might be prevented for some time from pursuing her.

* And where this breach, now in our fortunes made, * May readily be stopp'd.


CLIPFORD. * 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.


relief! and we will live * To see their day, and them our fortune give: * Away, my lord, away!


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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,

all our present parts.] i. e. party. TYRWHITT.
brush of time;) i. e. the gradual detrition of time.

gallant in the brow of youth,] The brow of youth is the height of youth, as the brow of a hill is its summit.

* Three times bestrid him,] That is, Three times I saw him fallen, and, striding over him, defended him till he recovered.

• 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.

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 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 • 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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s Well, lords, we have not got that which we have ;] i. e. we have not secured, we are not sure of retaining, that which we have acquired.

* Being opposites of such repairing nature.) Being enemies that are likely so soon to rally and recover themselves from this defeat.

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Publish d by C.& F. Rivington. London Dec1.1803.

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