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Of Salisbury, who can report of him, That winter lion, who in rage forgets Aged contusions and all brush of time, And, like a gallant in the brow of youth, Repairs him with occasion? This happy day Is not itself, nor have we won one foot, If Salisbury be lost.
What about Salisbury, who can tell of him, That winter lion, who in rage forgets Old wounds and all signs of age, And, like a young hero, fixes himself with new energy? This happy day Isn’t a victory, and we haven’t gained anything, If Salisbury is lost.
My noble father, Three times to-day I holp him to his horse, Three times bestrid him; thrice I led him off, Persuaded him from any further act: But still, where danger was, still there I met him; And like rich hangings in a homely house, So was his will in his old feeble body. But, noble as he is, look where he comes.
My noble father, Three times today I helped him onto his horse, Three times I sat him on it; three times I led him off, Talked him out of doing anything more: But every time there was danger, I was there with him; And just like rich decorations in a poor house, His will was strong, but his old body couldn’t keep up. But, as noble as he is, look, here he comes.
Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought to-day; By the mass, so did we all. I thank you, Richard: God knows how long it is I have to live; And it hath pleased him that three times to-day 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.
Now, by my sword, you fought really well today; By God, so did we all. I thank you, Richard: God knows how long I have left to live; And it pleases him that three times today You have saved me from certain death. Well, lords, we haven’t got what we need: It’s not enough that our enemies have fled this time, Since they are opponents who can easily regroup.
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?
I know our safety lies in following them; Because, as I hear, the king has fled to London, To call an emergency meeting of parliament. Let’s go after him before the official notices are sent out. What does Lord Warwick say? Shall we follow them?
After them! nay, before them, if we can. Now, by my faith, lords, ’twas a glorious day: Saint Alban’s battle won by famous York Shall be eternized in all age to come. Sound drums and trumpets, and to London all: And more such days as these to us befall!
Follow them? No, let’s go ahead of them, if we can. Now, by my faith, lords, it was a glorious day: Saint Alban’s battle, won by famous York, Will be remembered forever in future generations. Sound drums and trumpets, and let’s head for London: And may more days like this come our way!