Enter young CLIFFORD. Y. Clif. Shame and confusion! all is on the rout; Hath no self-love; nor he, that loves himself, [Seeing his dead Father And the premised* flames of the last day Now let the general trumpet blow his blast, To cease!+-Wast thou ordain'd, dear father, And, in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, thus Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's house; As did Æneas old Anchises bear, Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine. [Taking up the body. [Exit. Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET and SOMERSET, fighting, and SOMERSET is killed. Rich. So, lie thou there; For, underneath an alehouse' paltry sign, Hath made the wizard famous in his death. The Castle in Saint Albans, Somerset Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful still: Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill. Exit. Alarums: Excursions. Enter KING HENRY, QUEEN Q. Mar. Away, my lord! you are slow; for shame away! § Experienced. 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. Of all our fortunes: but if we haply scape Enter young CLIFFORD. Y. Clif. But that my heart's on future mischief set, To see their day, and them our fortune give: SCENE III.-Fields near Saint Albans. [Exeunt. Alarum: Retreat. Flourish! then enter YORK, RICHARD York. Of Salisbury, who can report of him; Rich. My noble father, Three times to-day I holp him to his horse, Persuaded him from any further act: But still, where danger was, still there I met him; 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; And it hath pleased him, that three times to-day * Parties. + Detrition. I. e. defending him against his assailants. + The height. "Tis not enough our foes are this time fled, York. I know, our safety is to follow them; * Enemies likely soon to recover. [Exeunt. SCENE, during part of the third Act, in France; during all the rest of the Play, in England. АСТ І. SCENE I-London. The Parliament-House. Drums. Some Soldiers of YORK's party break in. Then, Enter the Duke of YORK, EDWARD, RICHARD, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and others, with White Roses in their Hats. War. I wonder how the king escaped our hands. York. While we pursued the horsemen of the north, He slily stole away, and left his men: Whereat the great lord of Northumberland, Edw. Lord Stafford's father, duke of Buckingham, [Showing his bloody sword. Mont. And, brother, here's the earl of Wiltshire's blood, [To YORK, showing his. Whom I encounter'd as the battles join'd. [Throwing down the Duke of SOMERSET's head. York. Richard hath best deserved of all my sons.What, is your grace dead, my lord of Somerset ? Norf. Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt? Before I see thee seated in that throne And this the regal seat: possess it, York: York. Assist me then, sweet Warwick, and I will; For hither we have broken in by force. Norf. We'll all assist you; he, that flies, shall die. War. And when the king comes, offer him no violence, By words, or blows, here let us win our right. Rich. Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this house. Unless Plantagenet, duke of York, be king; York. Then leave me not, my lords; be resolute; I mean to take possession of my right. War. Neither the king, nor he that loves him best, The proudest he that holds up Lancaster, Dares stir a wing, if Warwick shake his bells.* I'll plant Plantagenet, root hin up who dares : Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown. [WARWICK leads YORK to the Throne, who seats himself. * Hawks had sometimes little bells hung on them, perhaps to dure the birds. |