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War. I wonder how the king escap'd our hands.

York. While we pursu'd the horsemen of the north,

He slily stole away and left his men:

Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland,

Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat,

Cheer'd up the drooping army; and himself,

Lord Clifford, and Lord Stafford, all abreast,

Charg'd our main battle's front, and breaking in

Were by the swords of common soldiers slain.

Edw. Lord Stafford's father, Duke of Buckingham,

Is either slain or wounded dangerous;

I cleft his beaver with a downright blow:

That this is true, father, behold his blood.

[Showing his bloody sword.]

Mont. And, brother, here's the Earl of Wiltshire's blood,

Whom I encounter'd as the battles join'd.

Rich. Speak thou for me, and tell them what I did. [Throwing down the Duke of Somerset's head.]  '''Scene One. S. d.' Plantagenet; cf. n.''

1 Cf. n.

5 retreat: trumpet-call commanding retirement

7 Lord Clifford; cf. n.

12 beaver: face-guard of helmet

14 brother; cf. n. 