War.

Changes to a Field of Battle at St. Albans.

Enter Warwick.

LIFFORD of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick calls;

CLIF

And if thou doft not hide thee from the bear,
Now when the angry trumpet sounds alarm,
And dying men's cries do fill the empty air,
Clifford, I fay, come forth and fight with me ;
Proud northern Lord, Clifford of Cumberland,
Warwick is hoarfe with calling thee to arms.

Enter York.

How now, my Lord? what all a foot?

York. The deadly-handed Clifford flew my Steed; But match to match I have encountred him, And made a prey for carrion kites and crows Ev'n of the bonny beaft he lov'd fo well.

Enter Clifford.

War. Of one or both of us the time is come.
York. Hold, Warwick, feek the out fome other

chace,

For I myself muft hunt this deer to death.

War. Then nobly, York; 'tis for a Crown thou fight'ft.

As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to day,

It grieves my foul to leave thee unaffail'd. [Exit War. Cif. What feeft thou in me, York? why doft thou paufe?

York. With thy brave Bearing fhould I be in love, But that thou art fo faft mine enemy.

Clif. Nor fhould thy Prowefs want praise and esteem,

But

But that 'tis fhown ignobly, and in treafon.
York So let it help me now against thy fword,
As I in Juice and true Right exprefs it.

Clif. My foul and body on the action both!--
York. A dreadful lay. Addrefs thee inftantly.

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Clif. La fin couronne les œuvres.

[Fight.
[Dies.

York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art

ftill;

Peace with his foul, heav'n, if it be thy will! [Exit.

Enter young Clifford.

Y. Clif. Shame and confufion! all is on the rout
Fear frames diforder, and diforder wounds,
Where it should guard. O war! thou fon of hell,
Whom angry heav'ns do make their minister,
Throw in the frozen bofoms of our part
Hot coals of vengeance. Let no foldier fly.
He, that is truly dedicate to war,

Hath no felt-love; for he, that loves himself,
Hath not effentially, but by circumftance,
The name of valour.-O let the vile world end,
[Seeing bis dead father.
3 And the premifed flames of the last day
Knit earth and heav'n together:

Now let the general trumpet blow his blaft,
Particularities and petty founds

To ceafe! Waft thou ordained, O dear father,
To lole thy youth in peace, and ✦ to atchieve
The filver livery of advifed age;

And in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, thus
To die in ruffian battle? Even at this fight
My heart is turn'd to stone; and while 'tis mine,

2 A dreadful lay.] A dreadful wager; a tremendous fake.

And the premised fames] Premifed, for fent before their

time The fenfe is, let the flames
referved for the last day be fent
now.
WARBURTON.

• To atchieve, to obtain.

It shall be ftony. York not our old men fpares :
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 gobbits will I cut it,
As wild Medea young Abfyrtus did.
In cruelty will I feek out my fame.

Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's Houfe:
As did Eneas old Anchifes bear,

So I bear thee upon my manly shoulders;
But then Æneas bare a living load,

Nothing fo heavy as thefe woes of mine.

[Exit bearing off his Father.

Enter Richard Plantagenet and Somerset, to fight.

R. Plan. So, lie thou there. [Somerset is killed. For underneath an ale-house' paltry Sign,

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The Castle in St. Albans, Somerset
Hath made the Wizard
Sword, hold thy temper;
Priests pray for enemies,

So, lie thou there. For underneath an ale-boufe paltry Sign,

The Caftle in St. Alban's, So

merlet

Hath made the Wizard famous.] The particle for in the fecond line feems to be used without any very apparent inference. We might read,

Fall'n underneath an ale-house' paltry fign, &c.

Yet the alteration is not neceffary, for the old reading is sense, though obfcure.

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famous in his death. heart, be wrathful ftill: but Princes kill.

[Exit Richard Plantagenet.

Famous in his death.] The death of Somerfit here accomplishes that equivocal Prediction given by Jordan, the Witch, ooncerning this Duke; which we met with at the Clofe of the first A&t of this Play :

Let him fhun Caftles;
Safer fhall be be upon the fandy
Plains,

Than where Castles mounted,
ftand.

.e. the Reprefentation of a Caf tle, mounted for a Sign.

THEOBALD.

SCENE

VI.

SCENE

Fight. Excurfions. Enter King Henry, Queen Mar, garet, and others.

Q. Mar. Away, my Lord, you are flow; for fhame, away.

K. Henry. Can we out-run the heav'ns? Good Margret, ftay.

Q. Mar. What are you made of? you'll not fight, nor fly.

Now is it manhood, wifdom and defence,

To give the enemy way, and to fecure us
By what we can, which can no more but fly.

[Alarm afar off.
If you be ta'en, we then shall fee the bottom
Of all our fortunes; but if we haply scape,
As well we may, if not through your neglect,
We fhall to London get where you are lov'd,
And where this breach, now in our fortunes made,
May readily be ftopt.

Enter Clifford.

Clif. But that my heart's on future mischief fet,

I would fpeak blafphemy, ere bid you fly,

But fly you must; incurable difcomfit

Reigns in the hearts of all our prefent parts.
Away, for your relief; and we will live

To fee their day, and them our fortune give.
Away, my Lord, away!

[Exeunt.

Alarm. Retreat. 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

VOL. V.

I

Aged

Aged contufions and all brush of time;
And, like a Gallant in the brow of youth,
Repairs him with occafion. This happy day
Is not itself, nor have we won one foot,
If Salisbury be loft.

R. Plan. My noble father,

Three times to day I holp him to his horfe,
Three times beftrid him; thrice I led him off,
Perfuaded him from any further act:

But still, where danger was, ftill 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 fword, well haft thou fought to

day;

By th' Mafs, fo 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.

Well, Lords, we have not got That which we have; 'Tis not enough our foes are this time fled, Being oppofites of fuch repairing nature.

York. I know, our fafety is to follow them;
For, as I hear, the King is fled to London,
To call a prefent Court of Parliament.
Let us pursue him, ere the Writs go forth.
What fays Lord Warwick, fhall we after them?
War. After them! nay, before them, if we can.

of time.

7 Brufh of time Read bruife WARBURTON, 8 Gallant in the brow of youth.] The brow of youth is an expreffion not very eafily explained. I read the blow of youth. The

bloffom, the spring.

Three times beftrid bim.] That is, three times I saw him fallen, and, ftriding over him, defended him till he recovered.

Now