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King Henry the Sixth, II. i

Tidings, as swiftly as the posts could run,

Were brought me of your loss and his depart.

I, then in London, keeper of the king,

Muster'd my soldiers, gather'd flocks of friends,

[And very well appointed, as I thought,]

March'd towards Saint Albans to intercept the queen,

Bearing the king in my behalf along;

For by my scouts I was advertised

That she was coming with a full intent

To dash our late decree in parliament,

Touching King Henry's oath and your succession.

Short tale to make, we at Saint Albans met,

Our battles join'd, and both sides fiercely fought:

But whether 'twas the coldness of the king,

Who look'd full gently on his warlike queen,

That robb'd my soldiers of their heated spleen;

Or whether 'twas report of her success;

Or more than common fear of Clifford's rigour,

Who thunders to his captives blood and death,

I cannot judge: but, to conclude with truth,

Their weapons like to lightning came and went;

Our soldiers', like the night-owl's lazy flight,

Or like a lazy thresher with a flail,

Fell gently down, as if they struck their friends.

I cheer'd them up with justice of our cause,

With promise of high pay, and great rewards:

But all in vain; they had no heart to fight,

And we in them no hope to win the day;

So that we fled: the king unto the queen;

Lord George your brother, Norfolk, and myself,

In haste, post-haste, are come to join with you;

 110 depart: decease

113 appointed: equipped; cf. n.

116 advertised: informed

118 dash: frustrate

124 heated spleen: hot valor

138 Lord George: Clarence

139 haste, post-haste: the greatest possible speed 