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To cease !–Wast thou ordain’d, dear father,
[Taking up the Body.
Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET and Somerset, fight
ing, and SOMERSET is killed. Rich. So, lie thou there;For, underneath an alehouse paltry sign, The Castle in Saint 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. Alarums: Excursions. Enter King Henry, Queen
MARGARET, and others, retreating. Q. Mar. Away, my lord ! you are slow ; for shame,
away! K. Hen. Can we outrun the beavens? good Marga
ret, stay. Q. Mar. What are you made of? you'll not fight,
[Alarum afar of. If you be ta’en, we then should 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 stopp'd.
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. Away, for your relief! and we will live To see their day, and them our fortune give: Away, my lord, away!
[Exeunt. SCENE III.-Fields near Saint Albans.
Alarum: Retreat. Flourish; then enter YORK, RICHARD
PLANTAGENET, WARWICK, and Soldiers, with Drum and Colours.
York. Of, Salisbury, who can report of him;
Rich. My noble father,
Enter SALISBURY. 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 pleas'd hịm, 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;
War. After them! nay, before them, if we can.