King. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm himself. York. Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou hast;

Both thou and they shall curse this fatal hour.

Enter at one door, the Earls of SALISBURY and WARWICK, with drum and Soldiers. And at the other door, the Duke of BUCKINGHAM, with drum and Soldiers,

Clif. Are these thy bears we'll bait them soon, Despite of thee and all the friends thou hast.

War. You had best go dream again,

To keep you from the tempest of the field.
Clif. I am resolv'd to bear a greater storm
Than any thou can'st conjure up to-day;
And that I'll write upon thy burgonet,
Might I but know thee by thy household badge.

War. Now by my father's age (badge), old Nevil's crest,

The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff,
This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet,
(As on a mountain-top the cedar shows,
That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm,)
Even to affright thee with the view thereof.

Clif. And from thy burgonet will I rend the bear,
And tread him under foot with all contempt,
Despite the bear-ward that protects him so.

Y. Clif. And so, renowned sovereign, to arms, To quell these traitors and their complices. Rich. Fie, charity, for shame! speak it not in spite, For you shall sup with Jesus Christ to-night.

Y. Clif. Foul stigmatic, thou canst not tell. Rich. No, for if not in heaven, you'll surely sup in hell. [Exeunt omnes.

Be this the day of doom to one of us;

For now my heart hath sworn immortal hate

To thee and all the house of Lancaster.

Clif. And here I stand, and pitch my foot to thine,

Vowing never to stir till thou or I be slain.
For never shall my heart be safe at rest,
Till I have spoil'd the hateful house of York.

[Alarums, and they fight, and YORK kills
CLIFFORD.

York. Now Lancaster sit sure; thy sinews shrink. Come, fearful Henry, grovelling on thy face, Yield up thy crown unto the prince of York.

[Exit YORK.

Alarums, then enter YOUNG CLIFFORD alone. Y. Clif. Father of Cumberland! Where may I seek my aged father forth? Oh, dismal sight! see where he breathless lies, All smear'd and welter'd in his luke-warm blood! Ah, aged pillar of all Cumberland's true house, Sweet father, to thy murder'd ghost I swear Immortal hate unto the house of York! Nor never shall I sleep secure one night, Till I have furiously reveng'd thy death, And left not one of them to breathe on earth. [He takes him up on his back. And thus, as old Anchises' son did bear His aged father on his manly back, And fought with him against the bloody Greeks, Even so will I. But stay, here's one of them, To whom my soul hath sworn immortal hate.

Enter RICHARD, and then CLIFFORD lays down his father, fights him, and RICHARD flies away again. Out, crook'd-back villain, get thee from my sight! But I will after thee, and once again (When I have borne my father to his tent) I'll try my fortune better with thee yet.

[Exit YOUNG CLIFFORD with his father. Alarums again, and then enter Three or Four, bearing the Duke of BUCKINGHAM wounded to his tent. Alarums still, and then enter the KING and QUEEN. Queen. Away, my lord, and fly to London straight. Make haste, for vengeance comes along with them: Come, stand not to expostulate, let's go.

King. Come then, fair queen, to London let us haste,

And summon up a parliament with speed,
To stop the fury of these dire events.

[Exeunt KING and QUEEN.

(SCENE III.)

Alarums, and then a flourish, and enter the Duke of YORK, EDWARD, and RICHARD.

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.
But did you see old Salisbury, since we
With bloody minds did buckle with the foe?
I would not for the loss of this right hand,
That aught but well betide that good old man.

Rich. My lord, I saw him in the thickest throng,
Charging his lance with his old weary arms;
And thrice I saw him beaten from his horse,
And thrice this hand did set him up again,
And still he fought with courage 'gainst his foes,
The boldest spirited man that ere mine eyes beheld.
Enter SALISBURY and WARWICK.

Edu. See, noble father, where they both do come, The only props unto the house of York

Sal. Well hast thou fought this day, thou valiant duke,

And thou brave bud of York's increasing house!
The small remainder of my weary life

I hold for thee, for with thy warlike arm,
Three times this day thou hast preserv'd my life.
York. What say you, lords? the king is fled to
London,

There as I hear to hold a parliament:
What says lord Warwick? shall we after them?

War. After them! nay, before them if we can.
Now, by my faith, lords, 't was 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. [Exeun'.