by William Shakespeare (Author), Library 1stworld Library (Editor), 1stworld Library (Editor)

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.