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YOUNG CLIFFORD

But that my heart’s on future mischief set,
I would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly: [85]
But fly you must; uncurable discomfit
Reigns in the hearts of all our present parts.
Away for your relief! And we will live
To see their day and them our fortune give:
Away, my lord, away! [90]

Exeunt.

Scene III IT

Alarum. Retreat. Enter York, [with his sons] Richard [and Edward],
Warwick [along with] Soldiers, with drum and colours.

Y ORK

Old Salisbury, who can report of him,
That winter lion, who in rage forgets
Agèd contusions and all brush of time,
And, like a gallant in the brow of youth,
Repairs him with occasion? This happy day [5]
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: [10]
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.
Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought today. [15]

SALISBURY

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 today