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* 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,

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(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.
* 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.

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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.

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130 SECOND PART OF KING HENRY VI.

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

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* '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.

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Rut. O, let me pray before I take

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To thee I pray; Sweet Clifford, pity me!

Clif. Such pity as my rapier's point affords.

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