A Field near Saint Albans.
 Alarum. Retreat.
 Enter YORK, RICHARD, WARWICK, and SOLDIERS, with DRUM and COLOURS.

York	How now, boys! Fortunate this fight hath been,
	I hope, to us and ours, for England's good
	And our great honour, that so long we lost,
	Whilst faint-heart Henry did usurp our rights.
	Of Salisbury, who can report of him,
	That winter lion, who in rage forgets
	Agd 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.

Richard								My noble father,
	Three times today 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.

                             Enter SALISBURY.

Salisbury	Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought today.
	By th' 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 today
	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?

Warwick	After them? Nay, before them if we can.
	Now, by my hand, lords, 'twas a glorious day.
	Saint Albans battle won by famous York
	Shall be eternized in all age to come.
	Sound drum and trumpets, and to London all;
	And more such days as these to us befall.
													[Exeunt.
