But still, where danger was, still there I met him;
And like rich hangings in a homely house, 12
So was his will in his old feeble body.
But, noble as he is, look where he comes.
Enter Salisbury.
Sal. Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought to-day;
By the mass, so did we all. I thank you, Richard: 16
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: 20
'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, 24
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. 28
Now, by my hand, 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: 32
And more such days as these to us befall! Exeunt.
FINIS.
11 still: always
20 got: secured firmly
22 opposites: adversaries
22 of . . . nature: so endowed with means of recovery
26 writs; cf. n.
