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.
Of Salisbury, who can report of him, That winter lion, who in rage forgets Aged contusions and all b...
Of Salisbury, who can report of him, That winter lion, who in rage forgets Aged contusions and all b...
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The last scene gives Richard two things to do: report saving Salisbury three times, and be present for the Yorkist victory. This follows directly from 5-2, where he killed Somerset with cold philosophical satisfaction. Shakespeare is doing something precise here: he is establishing that Richard is not reducible to a single note. He kills without remorse and protects without hesitation. He announces 'princes kill' and then spends a battle as a human shield for an old man. The word 'bestrid' — standing over a fallen fighter to shield him — was the highest act of battlefield loyalty in medieval warfare. Richard bestrid Salisbury three times. This is the seed of the Richard who, in Henry VI Part 3 and Richard III, will be simultaneously the most terrifying and most fascinating figure in all of Shakespeare: a man of genuine courage and genuine cruelty, operating by his own code, which overlaps with ordinary morality only when convenient.
My noble father,
Three times today 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 holp him to his horse, Three times bestrid him; thrice I led hi...
My noble father, Three times today I holp him to his horse, Three times bestrid him; thrice I led hi...
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Salisbury's line — 'Well, lords, we have not got that which we have' — is a logical paradox that makes perfect sense in context. You have not truly secured a thing until it is locked in; a battlefield victory over an army that can reconstitute itself is not a victory, it is a pause. The Wars of the Roses will prove him right at every turn: armies disperse, regroup, change sides, and come back. Every Yorkist victory will be answered by a Lancastrian recovery. Every king who wins will eventually lose. Salisbury is the oldest person on the Yorkist side, and his caution comes from having lived through enough English politics to know that nothing is ever finally won. He fought brilliantly today and he is already looking past it. This is what experience looks like, and it's why York values him above everyone else in this scene.
By th’ 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 today
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.
By th’ mass, so did we all. I thank you, Richard. God knows how long it is I have to live, And it ha...
By th’ mass, so did we all. I thank you, Richard. God knows how long it is I have to live, And it ha...
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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 is to follow them; For, as I hear, the King is fled to London To call a present co...
I know our safety is to follow them; For, as I hear, the King is fled to London To call a present co...
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After them? Nay, before them, if we can.
Now, by my hand, lords, ’twas a glorious day.
Saint Albans battle won by famous York
Shall be eternized in all age to come.
After them? Nay, before them, if we can. Now, by my hand, lords, ’twas a glorious day. Saint Albans ...
After them? Nay, before them, if we can. Now, by my hand, lords, ’twas a glorious day. Saint Albans ...
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Henry VI Part 2 ends on a note of Yorkist triumph — drums, flags, the declaration of eternal glory. But Shakespeare's audience in the early 1590s knew their history. The Battle of St. Albans in 1455 was the first engagement of a war that would last, on and off, for three decades, through nine more major battles, through the deaths of nearly every person present in this final scene, through the deposition and murder of Henry VI, the brief reign of Edward IV, and finally the emergence of Richard III. The 'glorious day' Warwick is celebrating is the opening move of an almost incomprehensible catastrophe. The play ends with momentum rather than resolution because the story has no resolution — only the next catastrophe. Henry VI Part 3 opens where this one closes, with York marching to London, his sons at his side, the crown finally within reach. The drums and flags of the final exeunt are not a victory march. They are a war starting.
The Reckoning
This is a coda — a brief, necessary exhale after the violence of 5-2. But it does real work. It establishes that the battle is won but the war is not settled: Salisbury's warning ('We have not got that which we have') is strategically exact. York's instinct — pursue the king before parliament can organize — is the move that will define the next phase of the conflict. And Richard's account of saving Salisbury three times is quietly revealing: the boy who just defined himself as someone who kills rather than prays also spent the battle protecting an old man. He is not simply a monster. He is deeply complicated, and the play ends with that complexity in place.
If this happened today…
After the hostile takeover succeeds, the victors regroup in a conference room down the hall. The CFO is dead, the CEO has fled to London. The old chairman, who shouldn't have been in the fight at all, walks in on his own — his grandson had to physically lift him back onto his feet three times during the board confrontation. Everyone agrees the win is incomplete: the other side is already calling an emergency board meeting in London. The eldest son says: we have to get on the plane before they can lock in a quorum. The nephew says: this day will be in the company history books. Sound the drums.