William Shakespeare
Henry VI Part 3 Act 2 Scene 3
SCENE III. A field of battle between Towton and Saxton, in

Yorkshire.

Alarum. Excursions. Enter WARWICK

WARWICK
Forspent with toil, as runners with a race,
I lay me down a little while to breathe;
For strokes received, and many blows repaid,
Have robb'd my strong-knit sinews of their strength,
And spite of spite needs must I rest awhile.

Enter EDWARD, running

EDWARD
Smile, gentle heaven! or strike, ungentle death!
For this world frowns, and Edward's sun is clouded.

WARWICK
How now, my lord! what hap? what hope of good?

Enter GEORGE

GEORGE
Our hap is loss, our hope but sad despair;
Our ranks are broke, and ruin follows us:
What counsel give you? whither shall we fly?