bec SCENE III. Fields near St Alban’s.

Alarum. Retreat. Enter YORK, RICHARD, 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,
5 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,
10 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.
15 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 pleased him that three times to-day
♦ You have defended me from imminent death.
20 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,
25 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:
30 Saint Alban’s 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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