Act 5 - Scene 3
Fields near St. Alban's.
Alarum. Retreat. Enter YORK, RICHARD, WARWICK, and Soldiers, with drum and colours
Of Salisbury, who can report of him,
That winter lion, who in rage forgets
Aged contusions and all brush
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.
My noble father,
Three times to-day I holp him to his horse,
Three times bestrid him; thrice I led him off,
him from any further act:
But still, where danger was, still there I met him;
And like rich hangings in a
So was his will in his old feeble body.
But, noble as he is, look where he comes.
Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought to-day;
By the mass, so did we all. I thank you, Richard:
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:
'Tis not enough our foes are this
Being opposites of such repairing nature.
I know our safety is to follow them;
For, as I hear, the king is fled to London,
To call a present court of
Let us pursue him ere the writs go forth.
What says Lord Warwick? shall we after them?
After them! nay, before them, if we can.
Now, by my faith, lords, 'twas a glorious day:
Saint Alban's battle
won by famous York
Shall be eternized in all age to come.
Sound drums and trumpets, and to London
And more such days as these to us befall!
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