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For underneath an alehouse' paltry sign,
Fight: excursions. Enter KING, QUEEN, and others. Queen. Away, my lord! you are slow; for shame, away! King. Can we outrun the heavens? good Margaret, stay. Queen. What are you made of? you'll nor 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
Re-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.
To see their day and them our fortune give:
SCENE III. Fields near St. Alban's.
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
My noble father,
Three times to-day I holp him to his horse,
But still, where danger was, still there I met him;
And like rich hangings in a homely house,
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
York. I know our safety is to follow them;
Alarum. Enter the DUKE OF YORK, EDWARD, RICHARD,
War. I wonder how the king escaped our hands.
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,
Edic. Lord Stafford's father, Duke of Buckingham, 10 Is either slain or wounded dangerously;
I cleft his beaver with a downright blow:
That this is true, father, behold his blood.
Mont. And, brother, here's the Earl of Wiltshire's blood, 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. But 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.
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.
[They go up. War. 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.
Rich. Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this house.
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,
Enter KING HENRY, CLIFFORD, NORTHUMBERLAND, WESTMORELAND, EXETER, and the rest.
K. Ilen. My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits, 50 Even in the chair of state: belike he means,
Back'd by the power of Warwick, that false peer,
And thine, Lord Clifford; and you both have vow'd re venge
On him, his sons, his favourites, and his friends.
My heart for anger burns; I cannot brook it.
K. Hen. Be patient, gentle Earl of Westmoreland.
He durst not sit there, had your father lived.
Let us assail the family of York.
North. Well hast thou spoken, cousin: be it so.
Ere. But when the duke is slain, they'll quickly fly.
K. Hen. Far be the thought of this from Henry's heart,
To make a shambles of the parliament-house!
Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words and threats
Shall be the war that Henry means to use.
Thou factious Duke of York, descend my throne,
And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet;
Ere. For shame, come down: he made thee Duke of
York. 'Twas my inheritance, as the earldom was.
In following this usurping Henry.
Clif. Whom should he follow but his natural king? War. True, Clifford; and that's Richard Duke of York. K. Hen. And shall I stand, and thou sit in my throne? York. It must and shall be so: content thyself. War. Be Duke of Lancaster; let him be king. West. He is both king and Duke of Lancaster; And that the Lord of Westmoreland shall maintain. War. And Warwick shall disprove it. You forget