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

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

2

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 fhould 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 soldier fly.
He, that is truly dedicate to war,

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

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

To ceafe! Waft thou ordained, O dear father,
To lofe 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 fight
My heart is turn'd to stone; and while 'tis mine,

24 dreadful lay.] A dreadful wager; a tremendous ftake.

3 And the premifed flames-] Premifed, for fent before their

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

4 To atchieve, to obtain.

It shall be ftony. 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 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 House:
As did Æneas old Anchifes bear,

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

Nothing fo 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, Somerfet

6

Hath made the Wizard famous in his death.
Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful still:
Priests pray for enemies, but Princes kill.

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

The Cafle in St. Alban's, So

merset

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-boufe' paltry fign, &c.

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

2

[Exit Richard Plantagenet.

6 Famous in his death.] The death of Somerset here accomplishes that equivocal Prédiction given by Jordan, the Witch, ooncerning this Duke; which we met with at the Close of the firft A of this Play :

Let him fun Castles;
Safer fhall be be upon the fandy
Plains,

Than where Caftles mounted,
ftand.

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

THEOBALD. SCENE

SCENE VI.

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

Q. Mar. Away, my Lord, you are flow; for shame, 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, wisdom and defence,

If

To give the enemy way, and to fecure us
By what we can, which can no more but fly.
[Alarm afar off.
you be ta'en, we then fhall 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 stopt.

Enter Clifford.

Clif. But that my heart's on future mischief fet,
I would speak blafphemy, ere bid you fly,
But fly you muft; incurable discomfit
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 7 brush of time;

8

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 horse,
*Three times beftrid him; thrice I led him off,
Perfuaded him from any further act:

But ftill, 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.

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 filed 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 Brush of time.] Read bruise 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 him.] That is, three times I faw him fallen, and, ftriding over him,. defended him till he recovered.

Now.

Now by my hand, Lords, 'twas a glorious day,
St. Alban's battle won by famous York,
Shall be eterniz'd in all age to come.

Sound drum and trumpets, and to London all,
And more fuch days as these to us befall!

[Exeunt.

Of this play, and the next, a very imperfect copy was pub fifhed

I. By W. W. for Thomas Millington. Quarto. 1600.
II. For T. P. without date. I have the II.

III. Folio 1623, which is undoubtedly the genuine copy
all the three parts.

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