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WARWICK. I wonder how the King escap’d our hands. YORK. While we pursu’d the horsemen of the north, He slily stole away and left his men; Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland, Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat, Cheer’d up the drooping army, and himself, Lord Clifford, and Lord Stafford, all abreast, Charg’d our main battle’s front, and, breaking in, Were by the swords of common soldiers slain.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
WARWICK. I wonder how the King escap’d our hands. YORK. While we pursu’d the horsemen of the north, He slily stole away and left his men; Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland, Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat, Cheer’d up the drooping army, and himself, Lord Clifford, and Lord Stafford, all abreast, Charg’d our main battle’s front, and, breaking in, Were by the swords of common soldiers slain.