[♦] And, like a gallant in the brow of youth,
5 Repairs him with occasion? This happy day
Is not itself, nor have we won one foot,
If Salisbury be lost.
Rich. My noble father,
[♦] Three times to-day I holp him to his horse,
Three times bestrid him; thrice I led him off,
10 Persuaded him from any further act:
But still, where danger was, still there I met him;
[♦] And like rich hangings in a homely house,