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'Persuaded him from any further act:

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'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 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.

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'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.

9 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.

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

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* 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!

SCENE III.

Fields near Saint Albans.

[Exeunt.

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.

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Enter SALISBURY.

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.1

• 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.

9 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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Henry, the Lieutenant of the Tower;
Enter Gloster. Good day, my Lord! What
at your book so hard?

Fublish'd by C. & F. Rivington London Dec1.1803.

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