* 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 of. * 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 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. [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. 'Sul. 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. K 130 SECOND PART OF KING HENRY VI. * 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. Rut. O, let me pray before I take To thee I pray; Sweet Clifford, pity me! Clif. Such pity as my rapier's point affords. |