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Fields near Saint Albans
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, Repairs him with occasion? This happy day Is not itself, nor have we won one foot, If Salisbury be lost.
RICHARD. My n.o.ble 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, n.o.ble as he is, look where he comes.
Enter SALISBURY
SALISBURY. Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought to-day!
By th' ma.s.s, so did we all. I thank you, Richard: G.o.d 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; '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?
WARWICK. 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 drum and trumpets and to London all; And more such days as these to us befall! Exeunt
THE END
1591 THE THIRD PART OF KING HENRY THE SIXTH by William Shakespeare DRAMATIS PERSONAE KING HENRY THE SIXTH EDWARD, PRINCE OF WALES, his son LEWIS XI, King of France DUKE OF SOMERSET DUKE OF EXETER EARL OF OXFORD EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND EARL OF WESTMORELAND LORD CLIFFORD RICHARD PLANTAGENET, DUKE OF YORK EDWARD, EARL OF MARCH, afterwards KING EDWARD IV, his son EDMUND, EARL OF RUTLAND, his son GEORGE, afterwards DUKE OF CLARENCE, his son RICHARD, afterwards DUKE OF GLOUCESTER, his son DUKE OF NORFOLK MARQUIS OF MONTAGUE EARL OF WARWICK EARL OF PEMBROKE LORD HASTINGS LORD STAFFORD SIR JOHN MORTIMER, uncle to the Duke of York SIR HUGH MORTIMER, uncle to the Duke of York HENRY, EARL OF RICHMOND, a youth LORD RIVERS, brother to Lady Grey SIR WILLIAM STANLEY SIR JOHN MONTGOMERY SIR JOHN SOMERVILLE TUTOR, to Rutland MAYOR OF YORK LIEUTENANT OF THE TOWER A n.o.bLEMAN TWO KEEPERS A HUNTSMAN A SON that has killed his father A FATHER that has killed his son QUEEN MARGARET LADY GREY, afterwards QUEEN to Edward IV BONA, sister to the French Queen Soldiers, Attendants, Messengers, Watchmen, etc. SCENE: England and France ACT I. SCENE I. London. The Parliament House Alarum. Enter DUKE OF YORK, EDWARD, RICHARD, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and soldiers, with white roses in their hats WARWICK. I wonder how the King escap'd our hands. YORK. While we pursu'd the hors.e.m.e.n 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, Charg'd our main battle's front, and, breaking in, Were by the swords of common soldiers slain. EDWARD. 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. MONTAGUE. And, brother, here's the Earl of Wilts.h.i.+re's blood, Whom I encount'red as the battles join'd. RICHARD. Speak thou for me, and tell them what I did. [Throwing down SOMERSET'S head] YORK. Richard hath best deserv'd of all my sons. But is your Grace dead, my Lord of Somerset? NORFOLK. Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt! RICHARD. Thus do I hope to shake King Henry's head. WARWICK. 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. a.s.sist me then, sweet Warwick, and I will; For hither we have broken in by force. NORFOLK. We'll all a.s.sist you; he that flies shall die. YORK. Thanks, gentle Norfolk. Stay by me, my lords; And, soldiers, stay and lodge by me this night. [They go up] WARWICK. And when the King comes, offer him no violence. Unless he seek to thrust you out perforce. 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. RICHARD. Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this house. WARWICK. The b.l.o.o.d.y parliament shall this be call'd, Unless Plantagenet, Duke of York, be King, And bashful Henry depos'd, 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. WARWICK. 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. [YORK occupies the throne] Flourish. Enter KING HENRY, CLIFFORD, NORTHUMBERLAND, WESTMORELAND, EXETER, and others, with red roses in their hats KING HENRY. My lords, look where the st.u.r.dy rebel sits, Even in the chair of state! Belike he means, Back'd by the power of Warwick, that false peer, To aspire unto the crown and reign as king. Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father; And thine, Lord Clifford; and you both have vow'd revenge On him, his sons, his favourites, and his friends. NORTHUMBERLAND. If I be not, heavens be reveng'd on me! CLIFFORD. The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel. WESTMORELAND. What, shall we suffer this? Let's pluck him down; My heart for anger burns; I cannot brook it. KING HENRY. Be patient, gentle Earl of Westmoreland. CLIFFORD. Patience is for poltroons such as he; He durst not sit there had your father liv'd. My gracious lord, here in the parliament Let us a.s.sail the family of York.