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  • Title: Henry VI, Part 2 (Quarto 1, 1594)

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    Author: William Shakespeare
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    Henry VI, Part 2 (Quarto 1, 1594)

    The first part of the contention of the two famous
    3318.1Alarmes againe, and then enter three or foure, bearing the Duke
    of Buckingham wounded to his Tent.

    Alarmes still, and then enter the King and Queene.
    Queene. Avvay my Lord, and flie to London straight,
    3297.1Make hast, for vengeance comes along vvith them,
    Come stand not to expostulate, lets go.
    King. Come then faire Queene to London let vs hast,
    3298.1And sommon a Parlament vvith speede,
    To stop the fury of these dyre euents.
    Exet King and Queene.

    Alarmes, and then a flourish, and enter the Duke of
    3320Yorke and Richard.
    3320.1Yorke. Hovv novv boyes, fortunate this fight hath bene,
    I hope to vs and ours, for Englands good,
    And our great honour, that so long vve lost,
    Whilst faint-heart Henry did vsurpe our rights:
    But did you see old Salsbury, since we
    With bloodie mindes did buckle with the foe,
    I would not for the losse of this right hand,
    3325That ought but well betide that good old man.
    Rich. My Lord, I saw him in the thickest throng,
    3328.1Charging his Lance with his old weary armes,
    And thrise I saw him beaten from his horse,
    3330And thrise this hand did set him vp againe,
    And still he fought with courage gainst his foes,
    The boldest sprited man that ere mine eyes beheld.
    Enter Salibbury and Warwicke.
    3336.1Edward. See noble father, where they both do come,
    The onely props vnto the house of Yorke.
    Sals. Well hast thou fought this day, thou valiant Duke,
    And thou braue bud of Yorkes encreasing house,
    The small remainder of my weary life,
    3339.1I hold for thee, for with thy warlike arme,
    3340Three times this day thou hast preseru'd my life.
    3345Yorke. What say you Lords, the King is fled to London?
    There as I here to hold a Parlament.