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• The Second Part of King Henry the Sixth: Dramatis PersonÆ.
• Act I.
• Scene I.—: London. a Room of State In the Palace.
• Scene II.—: The Same. a Room In Theduke of Gloucester’shouse.
• Scene III.—: The Same. a Room In the Palace.
• Scene IV.—: The Same. Theduke of Gloucester’sgarden.
• Act II.
• Scene I.—: St. Alban’s.
• Scene II.—: London. Theduke of York’sgarden.
• Scene III.—: The Same. a Hall of Justice.
• Scene IV.—: The Same. a Street.
• Act III.
• Scene I.—: The Abbey At Bury St. Edmund’s.
• Scene II.—: Bury St. Edmund’s. a Room In the Palace.
• Scene III.—: London.cardinal Beaufort’sbedchamber.
• Act IV.
• Scene I.—: Kent. the Seashore Near Dover.
• Scene II.—: Blackheath.
• Scene III.—: Another Part of Blackheath.
• Scene IV.—: London. a Room In the Palace.
• Scene V.—: The Same. the Tower.
• Scene VI.—: London. Cannon Street.
• Scene VII.—: The Same. Smithfield.
• Scene VIII.—: The Same. Southwark.
• Scene IX.—: Kenilworth Costle.
• Scene X.—: Kent. Iden’s Garden.
• Act V.
• Scene I.—: Kent. Fields Between Dartford and Blackheath.
• Scene II.—: Saint Alban’s.
• Scene III.—: Field Near Saint Alban’s.

Scene III.—

Field near Saint Alban’s.

Alarum. Retreat. Flourish; then enterYork, Richard, Warwick,and Soldiers, with drum and colours.

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.

EnterSalisbury.

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.

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 hand, lords, ’twas a glorious day:

Saint Alban’s 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.