Act V, Scene 3

Fields near St. Alban’s.

[Alarum. Retreat. Enter YORK, RICHARD, WARWICK,] [p]and Soldiers, with drum and colours]

• Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester). Of Salisbury, who can report of him,
  That winter lion, who in rage forgets 3320
  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. 3325

• Richard Plantagenet the Younger. 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; 3330
  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]

• Earl of Salisbury. Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought to-day; 3335
  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: 3340
  'Tis not enough our foes are this time fled,
  Being opposites of such repairing nature.

• Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester). 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. 3345
  Let us pursue him ere the writs go forth.
  What says Lord Warwick? shall we after them?

• Earl of Warwick. After them! nay, before them, if we can.
  Now, by my faith, lords, 'twas a glorious day:
  Saint Alban's battle won by famous York 3350
  Shall be eternized in all age to come.
  Sound drums and trumpets, and to London all:
  And more such days as these to us befall!

[Exeunt]