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Changes to a Field of Battle at St. Albans.

Enter Warwick.



LIFFORD of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick


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 lay, come forth and fight with me;
Proud northern Lord, Clifford of Cumberland,
Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms.

Enter York.
How now, my Lord? what all a-foot ?

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

Enter Clifford.

War. Of one or both of us the time is come.
York. Hold, Warwick, seek chte out some other

For I myself must hunt this deer to death.
War. Then nobly, York; 'cis for a Crown thou

fight'lt. As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to day, It grieves my soul to leave thee unaffail'd. [Exit Var.

Cif. What seest thou in me, York? why dost thou


York. With thy brave Bearing should I be in love,
But that thou art so faft mine entmy.
Clif. Nor should thy Prowess want praise and esteem,


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But that ’ris town ignobly, and in treason.

York So let it help me now against thy sword,
Asl in Justice and true Right express it.

Clif. My soul and body on the action both!..
York. A dreadtul iay. Addre's thee instantly.

(Figbt. Clif. Lo fiz couronne les æuvres.

[Dies. 201 k. Trus war hath given chee peace, for thou art

ftill; Peace with his soul, heav'n, if it be thy will! (Exit. .

Enter young Clifford.
Y. Clif. Shame and confusion! all is on the rout;
Fear frames disorder; and disorder wounds,
Where it Thouid guard. (war! thou son of hell,
Whom angry heav'ns do make their minister,
Throw in the frozen bofoms of our part
Hot coais of vengeance. Let ro soldier fly.
He, that is truly dedicate to war,
Hach no felt-love; for he, that loves himself,
Hach not essentially, but by circumstance,
The name of valour.-O let the vile world end,

[Seeing bis dead father.
3 And the premised Aames of the last day
Knit earth and heav'n together :
Now let the general trumpet blow his blast,
Particularities and petty founds
To cease! Walt thou ordained, O dear father,
To lole thy youth in peace, and + to atchieve
The filver 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 'cis mine,

? A dreadful lay.) A dreadful time The sense is, let the fames wager; a tremendous fake. reserved for the latt day be sent s And the premised f.ames--] now.

WARBURTON. Premijed, for sent before their To archieve, to obtain.


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 faming wrath be oil and fax.
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 seek out my fame.
Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's House:
As did Æneas old Anchises bear,
So I bear thee upon my manly shoulders ;
But then Æneas bare a living load,
Nothing so heavy as these 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, The Castle in St. 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 Richard Plantagenet. s So, lie thou there.

o Famous in his death.] The For und rneath an ale-bouje' death of Somerfit hefe accompaltry Sign,

plishes that equivocal Prediction The Caffle in St. Alban's, So- given by Jordan, the Witch, meriet

concerning this Duke; which Hath made the Wizard famous.] we met with at the Close of the The particle for in the second first A&t of this Play: line seems to be used without Let bim bun Castles; any very apparent inference. We

Safer hall be be upon the sandy might read,

Plains, Fall'n underneath an ale-house' Than where Castles mounted, paltry sign, &c.

ftand. Yet the alteration is not necef- i.e. the Representation of a Caffary, for the old reading is sense, tle, mounted for a Sign. though obscure.



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Fight. Excursions. - Enter King Henry, Queen Mar,

garet, and others.

Q. Mar. Away, my Lord, you are now; for shame,

away. K. Henry. Can we out-run the heav'ns ? Good Mar

gret, ftay. 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.

(Alarm afar of
If you bè ta’en, we then shall 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 lov’d,
And where this breach, now in our fortunes made,
May readily be stope.

Enter Clifford.

Clif. But that my heart's on future mischief fet,
I would speak blafphemy, ere bid you fly,
· But fly you must ; incurable 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!

[Exeunt. Alarm. Retreat. Enter York, Richard Plantagenet,

Warwick, and Soldiers, wiib Druin 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 8 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 loft.

R. Plan. My noble father,
Three times to day I holp him to his horfe,
* 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 haft thou fought to

By th' Mass, so did we all. I thank you, Ricbard;
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 Aed,
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.

7. Bruins of time.) Read bruise blossom, the spring: of time. WARBURTON,

Three times beftrid bim.] & Gallant in the brow of youth.] That is, three times I saw him The brow of youth is an exprel- fallen, and, ftriding over him, ion not very easily explained. defended him till he recovered. I read the blow of you. The


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