* And the premised flames of the last day * Knit earth and heaven together!

* Now let the general trumpet blow his blast, * Particularities and petty sounds

* To cease!'-Wast thou ordain'd, dear father, *To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve2 *The silver livery of advised3 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 '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.

'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 PLANTAGENET and SOMERSET, fighting, and SOMERSET is killed.

Rich. So, lie thou there;

9 Sent before their time.

I Stop.

2 Obtain.

3 Considerate.

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

*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.4 * Away, for your relief! and we will live

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

[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.

+ For parties. 5 i. e. The gradual detrition of time. 6 i. e. The height of youth: the brow of a hill is its summit.

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 :7

* 'Tis not enough our foes are this time fled,
* Being opposites of such repairing nature.8
"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.

7 i. e. We have not secured that which we have acquired. i. e. Being enemies that are likely so soon to rally and recover themselves from this defeat.

KING HENRY VI.

PART III.