Particularities and petty sounds

To cease! Wast thou ordain'd, dear father,
To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve
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 't is 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 Ahsyrtus did:
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.

Enter Richard Plantaoenet and Somerset, fight

ing, and Somerset is killed.

Rich. So, lie thou there;—

For, underneath an alehouse' palfry sign,

The Castle in Saint Alban's, Somerset

Hath made the wizard famous in his death.b

Sword, hold thy temper: heart, be wrathful still:

Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill,

a To cease-actively to stop. See the prediction in Act J.—

"Let him shun castles,'

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

Enter Voung 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 111.—Fields near Saint Alban's.

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;

a Parts—parties—party.

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.

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 Saliseury.

Sal. Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought today;

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:
'T is 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 hand, lords, 't was a glorious day:
Saint Alban's battle, won by famous York,
Shall be eterniz'd in all age to come.

Sound, drum and trumpets :—and to London all :
And more such days as these to us befall!

[Exeunt.

End of Stms $enre VI.—Patt **.

KING HENRY VI.

PART III,