SCENE I. London. The Parliament House
Alarum. Enter Duke of York, Edward, Richard, Norfolk, Montague, Warwick and Soldiers, all wearing the white rose.
WARWICK.
I wonder how the King escaped our hands.
YORK.
While we pursued the horsemen of the north,
He slyly stole away and left his men;
Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland,
Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat,
Cheered up the drooping army; and himself,
Lord Clifford, and Lord Stafford, all abreast,
Charged our main battle’s front, and breaking in,
Were by the swords of common soldiers slain.
EDWARD.
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.]
MONTAGUE.
And, brother, here’s the Earl of Wiltshire’s blood,
[To York, showing his.]
Whom I encountered as the battles joined.
RICHARD.
Speak thou for me, and tell them what I did.