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* 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 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.

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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

* Is not itself, nor have we won one foot,

* If Salisbury be lost.

'Rich. My noble father, 'Three times to-day I holp him to his horse, • 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.

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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 him, that three times to-day You have defended me from imminent death.

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130 SECOND PART OF KING HENRY VI.

* 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; '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. Now by my faith, lords, 'twas a glorious day: Saint Albans' battle, won by famous York, Shall be eterniz'd in all age to come.Sound, drums and trumpets;-and to London all : And more such days as these to us befall! [Exeunt.

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Rut. O, let me pray before I take my death :To thee I pray; Sweet Clifford, pity me! Clif. Such pity as my rapier's point affords.

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