[Exit, bearing off his father.]
Enter Richard and Somerset to fight. Somerset is killed.
RICHARD.
So, lie thou there;
For underneath an alehouse’ paltry sign,
The Castle in Saint Albans, Somerset
Hath made the wizard famous in his death.
Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful still!
Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill.
[Exit.]
Fight. Excursions. Enter King, Queen and others.
QUEEN MARGARET.
Away, my lord! You are slow, for shame, away!
KING HENRY.
Can we outrun the heavens? Good Margaret, stay.
QUEEN MARGARET.
What are you made of? You’ll nor fight nor fly.
Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence
To give the enemy way, and to secure us
By what we can, which can no more but fly.
[Alarum afar off.]
If you be ta’en, we then should see the bottom
Of all our fortunes; but if we haply scape,
As well we may, if not through your neglect,
We shall to London get, where you are loved
And where this breach now in our fortunes made
May readily be stopped.