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Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day. And make me travel forth without my cloak. To let base clouds o'ertake me on the way. Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke? --SHAKSPEARE.
It was York's characteristic to be sanguine beyond all men. Pain impressed him more deeply and sorely, than could be imagined by the cold of spirit; but show him the remedy, teach him the path to redress, and he threw off the clogging weight of care, and rose free and bright as in earliest youth. His impatience to behold his royal friend, to speak the little word, which he felt assured would recall the Scots from their ravages, and take from him the guilt of his subjects' blood, grew like a torrent in the spring:he outspeeded his main troop; he left all but his chiefest friends behind; one by one even these grew fewer; he mounted a fresh horse, it was the third that day--"May-Flower is worse than blown," said Neville; "will not your Highness repose till to-morrow?"