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* And the premised1 flames of the last day

* Knit earth and heaven together!

* Now let the general trumpet blow his blast,

* Particularities and petty sounds

* To cease!2—Wast thou ordained, 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 turned 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, thou new ruin of old Clifford's house.

[Taking up the body. c As did jEneas old Anchises bear, c So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders;

* But then iEneas bare a living load,

* Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine. [Exit.

Enter Richard Plantagenet and Somerset, fightings and Somerset is killed.

Rich. So, lie thou there;—
4 For underneath an alehouse' paltry sign,
The castle in Saint Albans, Somerset
Hath made the wizard famous in his death.3

1 Premised is sent before their time.

2 To cease is to stop; a verb active.

3 The death of Somerset here accomplishes that equivocal prediction of Jourdain, the witch, in the first act.

* 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 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 loved;

* And where this breach, now in our fortunes made, *May readily be stopped.

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.1

* Away, for your relief! and we will live
*To see their day, and them our fortune give.

* Away, my lord, away! [Exeunt,

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1 Parts may stand for parties; it may be also an error for party.

SCENE III. Fields near Saint Albans.

Alarum: Retreat. Flourish; then enter York, RichArd Plantagenet, Warwick, and Soldiers, with drum and colors.

'York. Of Salisbury, who can report of him;

* That winter lion, who, in rage, forgets

* Aged contusions and all brush of time ;1

* And, like a gallant in the brow of youth,2

* Repairs him with occasion? This happy day *Is not itself, nor have we won one foot,

* If Salisbury be lost.

* Rich. My noble father

4 Three times to-day I holp him to his horse, 4 Three times bestrid him, thrice I led him off, 4 Persuaded him from any further act; 6 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; 4 And it hath pleased him that three times to-day 'You have defended me from imminent death.—

* Well, lords, we have not got that which we have ;3

* 5Tis not enough our foes are this time fled,

* Being opposites of such repairing nature.

1 Warburton would substitute "all bruise of time;" but, as Steevens observes, "the brush of time" is the gradual detrition of time.

2 i. e. the height of youth; the brow of a hill is its summit

3 i. e. we have not secured that which we have acauired.

'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.— 4 What says lord Warwick? shall wre 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 eternized 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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