You have defended me from imminent death. Well, lords, we have not got that which we have.

'Tis not enough our foes are this time fled, Being opposites of such repairing nature.

York. I know our safety is to follow them : For, as I hear, the king is fled to London, To call a present court of parliament. Let us pursue him, ere the writs go forth: What says lord Warwick? shall we after them?

War. After them! nay, before them, if

we can.

[day: Now, by my hand, lords, 'twas a glorious Saint Albans' battle, won by famous York, Shall be eternized in all age to come. [all: Sound, drum and trumpets and to London And more such days as these to us befall!

[Exeunt