Enter young CLIFFORD.

Y. Clif. Shame and confusion! all is on the rout;
Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds
Where it should guard. O war, thou son of hell,
Whom angry heavens do make their minister,
Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part
Hot coals of vengeance !-Let no soldier fly:
He that is truly dedicate to war,

Hath no self-love; nor he, that loves himself,
Hath not essentially, but by circumstance,
The name of valour.-O, let the vile world end,

[Seeing his dead Father.

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!t-Wast thou ordain'd, 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 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;

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.

[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,

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!

*Sent before their time.

+ Stop. * Obtain.

§ 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.
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 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!

SCENE III.-Fields near Saint Albans.

[Exeunt.

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.

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 pleased him, that three times to-day
You have defended me from imminent death.-
Well, lords, we have not got || that which we have

* Parties.

+ Detrition.

I. e. defending him against his assailants.

The height.
I Secured.

"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 eternized in all age to come.-

Sound, drums and trumpets;-and to London all:
And more such days as these to us befall!

[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,
Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat,
Cheer'd up the drooping army; and himself,
Lord Clifford, and lord Stafford, all abreast,
Charged our main battle's front, and, breaking in,
Were by the swords of common soldiers slain.

Edw. Lord Stafford's father, duke of Buckingham,
Is either slain, or wounded dangerous:
I cleft his beaver with a downright blow;
That this is true, father, behold his blood.

[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.
Rich. Speak thou for me, and tell them what I did.

[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?
Rich. Thus do I hope to shake king Henry's head.
War. And so do I.-Victorious prince of York,
Before I see thee seated in that throne
Which now the house of Lancaster usurps,
I vow by heaven, these eyes shall never close,
This is the palace of the fearful king,

And this the regal seat: possess it, York:
For this is thine, and not king Henry's heirs.

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.
York. Thanks, gentle Norfolk,-Stay by me, my lords ;-
And, soldiers, stay, and lodge by me this night.

War. And when the king comes, offer him no violence,
Unless he seek to thrust you out by force.

[They retire. York. The queen, this day, here holds her parliament, But little thinks we shall be of her council:

By words, or blows, here let us win our right.

Rich. Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this house.
War. The bloody parliament shall this be call'd,

Unless Plantagenet, duke of York, be king;
And bashful Henry deposed, whose cowardice
Hath made us by-words to our enemies.

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 him 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 dare the birds.