SCENE III. Fields near St. Alban's. Alarum. Retreat. Enter YORK, RICHARD, Warwick, and Soldiers, with drum and colours. YORK. Of Salisbury, who can report of him, RICH. My noble father, Three times to-day I holp him to his horse, 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. 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 pleased 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 opposites of such repairing nature. YORK. I know our safety is to follow them; Sound drums and trumpets, and to London all: [Exeunt. Edinburgh: T. and A. CONSTABLE, Printers to His Majesty m; [ACT em? ve can 7: 11: xeunt Heinemann's Favourite Classics, 6d. net. This Series is supplied to the trade on ret terms which allow of no discount to the public. Abroad carriage must be paid in addition to the published price of 6d. net per volume. |