Stan. Fortune and victory sit on thy helm! Richm. All comfort that the dark night can afford,

Be to thy person, noble father-in-law !
Tell me, how fares our loving mother?
Stan. I, by attorney, bless thee from thy
mother,

Who prays continually for Richmond's good;

So much for that.-The silent hours steal on,
And flaky darkness breaks within the east.
In brief, for so the season bids us be,
Prepare thy battle early in the morning;
And put thy fortune to the arbitrement
Of bloody strokes, and mortal-staring war.
I, as I may, (that which I would, I cannot,)
With best advantage will deceive the time,
And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms:
But on thy side I may not be too forward,
Lest, being seen, thy brother, tender George
Be executed in his father's sight:
Farewell: The leisure and the fearful time
Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love,
And ample interchange of sweet discourse,
Which so long sunder'd friends should dwell
upon;

God give us leisure for these rites of love! Once more, adieu-Be valiant, and speed well!

Richm. Good lords, conduct him to his regiment; [nap; I'll strive, with troubled thoughts, to take a Lest leaden slumber peisel me down to-mor

row,

When I should mount with wings of victory:

A watch-light. Wood of the lances. Twilight Deputation. || Weigh.

men.

[Exeunt LORDS, &c. with STANLEY, (Thou! whose captain I account myself, Look on my forces with a gracious eye; Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath That they may crush down with a heavy fall The usurping helmets of our adversaries? Make us thy ministers of chastisement, That we may praise thee in thy victory! To Thee I do commend my watchful soul. Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes; Sleeping, and waking, O, defend me still! [Sleeps.

The GHOST of Prince EDWARD, son to HENRY the sixth, rises between the two tents.

Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul toThink, how thou stab'dst me in my prime of morrow! [To King RICHARD.

youth

At Tewksbury; Despair therefore, and die!—
Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wronged souls
Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf:
King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thee.

The GHOST of King HENRY the sixth rises. Ghost. When I was mortal, my anointed body [To King RICHARD. By thee was punched full of deadly holes: Think on the Tower, and me; Despair, and die; Harry the sixth bids thee despair and die.Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror ! [TO RICHMOND. Harry, that prophesy'd thou should'st be king, Doth comfort thee in thy sleep; Live, and flourish!

Riv. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow [To King RICHARD Rivers, that died at Pomfret! Despair, and die!

Grey. Think upon Grey, and let thy soul despair! [To King RICHARD. Vaugh. Think upon Vaughan; and, with guilty fear,

Let fall thy lance! Despair, and die!— [To King RICHARD All. Awake! and think, our wrongs in Richard's bosom [To RICHMOND. Will conquer him;-awake, and win the day!

The GHOST of HASTINGS rises. Ghost. Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake [To King RICHARD. And in a bloody battle end thy days!

Quiet untroubled soul, awake, awake! [To RICHMOND. Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake!

The GHOSTS of the two young PRINCES rise. Ghosts. Dream on thy cousins smother'd in the Tower;

Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard, And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and

The GHOST of BUCKINGHAM rises. Ghost. The first was I, that help'd thee to the crown; [To King RICHARD.

The last was I that felt thy tyranny: O, in the battle think on Buckingham, And die in terror of thy guiltiness! Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death; [breath!Fainting, despair; despairing, yield thy I died for hope, ere I could lend thee aid: [To RICHMOND. But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay'd: God, and good angels, fight on Richmond's side;

And Richard falls in height of all his pride. [The GHOSTS vanish. King RICHARD starts out of his dream.

K. Rich. Give me another horse,-bind up my wounds,

me!

Have mercy, Jesu!-Soft; I did but dream.O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict [night. The lights burn blue. It is now dead midCold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear? myself? there's none else by: Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.

Is there a murderer here? No;-Yes; I am: Then fly,—What, from myself? Great reason: Why?

[ter.

Lest I revenge. What? Myself on myself?
I love myself. Wherefore? for any good,
That I myself have done unto myself?
O, no: alas, I rather hate myself,
For hateful deeds committed by myself.
I am a villain: Yet I lie, I am not.
Fool, of thyself speak well:-Fool, do not flat-
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
And every tale condemns me for a villain.
Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree,
Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree;
All several sins, all us'd in each degree;

diers,

Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond. It is not yet near day. Come, go with me; Under our tents I'll play the eaves-dropper, To hear, if any mean to shrink from me.

[Exeunt King RICHARD and RATCLIFF. RICHMOND wakes. Enter OXFORD and others. Lords. Good morrow, Richmond.

Richm. 'Cry mercy, lords, and watchful gentlemen,

That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard here.
Lords. How have you slept, my lord?
Richm. The sweetest sleep, and fairest-bod-
ing dreams,

That ever enter'd in a drowsy head,
Have I since your departure had, my lords.
Methought, their souls, whose bodies Richard
murder'd,

Came to my tent, and cried-On! victory!
I promise you, my heart is very jocund
In the remembrance of so fair a dream.
How far into the morning is it, lords?
Lords. Upon the stroke of four.
Richm. Why, then 'tis time to arm, and give

direction.-[He advances to the troops. More than I have said, loving countrymen, The leisure and enforcement of the time Forbids to dwell on. Yet remember this,God, and our good cause, fight upon our side; The prayers of holy saints, and wronged souls, Like high-rear'd bulwarks, stand before our faces;

Richard except, those, whom we fight against,
Had rather have us win, than him they follow.
For what is he they follow? truly, gentlemen,
A bloody tyrant, and a homicide; [blish'd;
One rais'd in blood, and one in blood esta
One that made means to come by what he hath,
And slaughter'd those that were the means to
help him;
A base foul stone, made precious by the foil
Of England's chair, where he is falsely set:
One that hath ever been God's enemy:
Then, if you fight against God's enemy,
God will, in justice, wardt you as his soldiers;

* Throne

- Guard,

f you do sweat to put a tyrant down, You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain; If you do fight against your country's foes, Your country's fat shall pay your pains the hire;

If you do fight in safeguard of your wives, Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors;

If you do free your children from the sword,
Your children's children quit it in your age.
Then in the name of God, and all these rights,
Advance your standards, draw your willing
swords;

For me, the ransom of my bold attempt
Shall be this cold corpse on the earth's cold
But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt [face;
The least of you shall share his part thereof.
Sound, drums and trumpets, boldly and cheer-
fully;

God, and Saint George! Richmond, and vic-
tory!
[Exeunt.
Re-enter King Richard, Ratcliff, Attendants,
and Forces.

K. Rich. What said Northumberland, as touching Richmond?

Rat. That he was never trained up in arms. K. Rich. He said the truth: And what said Surrey then?

Rat. He smil'd and said, the better for our purpose.

K. Rich. He was i'the right; and so, indeed, it is. [Clock strikes. Tell the clock there.-Give me a calendar.Who saw the sun to-day? Rut. Not I, my lord."

K. Rich. Then he disdains to shine; for, by the book,

He should have brav'd+ the east an hour ago:
A black day will it be to somebody.-
Ratcliff,-

Rat. My lord?

K. Rich. The sun will not be seen to-day;
The sky doth frown and lour upon our army.
I would, these dewy tears were from the ground.
Not shine to-day! Why, what is that to me,
More than to Richmond? for the self-same
heaven,

That frowns on me, looks sadly upon him.
Enter NORFOLK.

Nor. Arm, arm, my lord; the foe vaunts in

the field.

K. Rich. Come, bustle, bustle;-Caparison my horse;

Call uplord Stanley, bid him bring his power:—
I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain,
And thus my battle shall be ordered.

My foreward shall be drawn out all in length,
Consisting equally of horse and foot;
Our archers shall be placed in the midst:
John duke of Norfolk, Thomas earl of Surrey,
Shall have the leading of this foot and horse.
They thus directed, we ourself will follow
In the main battle; whose puissance on either

side

Shall be well winged with our chiefest horse. This, and Saint George to boot!-What think'st thou, Norfolk?

Nor. A good direction, warlike sovereign. This found I on my tent this morning. [Giving a scroll. K. Rich. Jocky of Norfolk, be not too bold, reads. For Dickont thy master is bought and sold. * Requite. + Made it splendid. The ancient familiarization of Richard,

A thing devised by the enemy.

Go, gentlemen, every man unto his charge: Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls Conscience is but a word that cowards use, Devis'd at first to keep the strong in awe; Our strong arms be our conscience, swords ou law.

March on, join bravely, let us to't pell-mell; If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell.

What shall I say more than I have inferr'd
Remember whom you are to cope withal;-
A sort* of vagabonds, rascals, and run-aways,
A scum of Bretagnes, and base lackey peasants.
Whom their o'er-cloyed country vomits forth
To desperate ventures and assur'd destruction
You sleeping safe, they bring you to unrest;
You having lands, and bless'd with beauteous
wives,

They would restrain the one, distain the other.
And who doth lead them, but a paltry fellow,
Long kept in Bretagne at our mother's cost?
Felt so much cold as over shoes in snow?
A milk-sop, one that never in his life
Let's whip these stragglers o'er the seas again,
Lash hence these over-weening rags of France,
These famish'd beggars, weary of their lives;
Who, but for dreaming on this fond exploit,
For want of means, poor rats, had "hang'd
themselves:

If we be conquer'd, let men conquer us,
And not these bastard Bretagnes; whom our
fathers
[thump'd,
Have in their own land beaten, bobb'd, and
And, on record, left them the heirs of shame.
Shall these enjoy our lands? lie with our wives?
Ravish our daughters?-Hark, I hear their
drum.
[Drum afar of

Fight, gentlemen of England! fight, bold yeo

men!

Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood; Amaze the welkin with your broken staves!+

Enter a MESSEnger.

What says lord Stanley? will he bring b power?

Mess. My lord, he doth deny to come. K. Rich. Off instantly with his son George's head.

Nor. My lord, the enemy is pass'd the marsh After the battle let George Stanley die.

K. Rich. A thousand hearts are great within Advance our standards, set upon our foes; my bosom: Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George,

Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons!

Upon them! Victory sits on our helms.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.-Another part of the field. Alarum: Excursions. Enter NORFOLK, and Forces; to him CATESBY.

Cate. Rescue, my lord of Norfolk, rescue, rescue!

The king enacts more wonders than a man,
Daring an opposite to every danger;

His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights,
Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death
Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost!
Alarum. Enter King RICHARD,
K. Rich. A horse! a horse! my kingdom for
a horse!

Cate. Withdraw, my lord, I'll help you to a horse.

K. Rich. Slave, I have set my life upon a And I will stand the hazard of the die: cast, I think, there be six Richmonds in the field; Five have I slain to day, instead of him :A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! [Exeunt. Alarums. Enter King RICHARD and RICHMOND; and exeunt fighting. Retreat, and flourish. Then enter RICHMOND, STANLEY, bearing the crown, with divers other Lords, and Forces. Richm. God, and your arms, be prais'd, victorious friends;

The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead.
Stan. Courageous Richmond, well hast thou
acquit thee!

Lo, here, this long-usurped royalty,
From the dead temples of this bloody wretch
Have I pluck'd off, to grace thy brows withal;
Wear it, enjoy it, and make much of it.
Richm. Great God of heaven, say, Amen, to
[ing?
But tell me first, is young George Stanley liv-
Stan. He is, my lord, and safe in Leicester
town;

all:

Whither, if it please you, we may now withdraw us.

Richm. What men of name are slain on either side?

Stan. John duke of Norfolk, Walter lord Ferrers, [don. Sir Robert Brakenbury, and Sir William Bran

Richm. Inter their bodies as becomes their births.

Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fled,
That in submission will return to us;
And then, as we have ta'en the sacrament,
We will unite the white rose with the red :-
Smile heaven upon this fair conjunction,
That long hath frown'd upon their enmity!-
What traitor hears me, and says not,-Amen?
England hath long been mad, and scarr'd her-
self;

The brother blindly shed the brother's blood,
The father rashly slaughter'd his own son,
The son, compell'd, been butcher to the sire
All this divided York and Lancaster,
Divided, in their dire division.-
O, now, let Richmond and Elizabeth,
The true succeeders of each royal house,
By God's fair ordinance conjoin together!
And let their heirs, (God, if thy will be so,)
Enrich the time to come with smooth-fac'd
peace,

With smiling plenty, and fair prosperous days
Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord,
That would reduce these bloody days again,
And make poor England weep in streams of

blood!

Let them not live to taste this land's increase,

That would with treason wound this fair land's peace!

Now civil wounds are stopp'd, peace lives again;

That she may long live here, God say-Amen

[Exeunt.

KING HENRY THE EIGHTH.

CARDINAL WOLSEY.-CARDINAL CAMPEIUS.
CAPUCIUS, Ambassador from the Emperor,
Charles V.

CRANMER, Archbishop of Canterbury.
DUKE OF NORFOLK.-DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM.
DUKE OF SUFFOLK.-EARL OF SURREY.
LORD CHAMBERLAIN.-LORD CHANCELlor.
GARDINER, Bishop of Winchester.

BISHOP OF LINCOLN.-LORD ABERGAVENNY.
LORD SANDS.

SIR HENRY GUILDFORD.-SIR THOMAS LOVELL.
SIR ANTHONY DENNY.-SIR NICHOLAS VAUX.
SECRETARIES to Wolsey.

CROMWELL, Servant to Wolsey.
GRIFFITH, Gentleman-Usher to Queen Katha-

rine.

THREE OTHER GENTLEMEN.

DOCTOR BUTTs, Physician to the King. GARTER, King at Arms.

SURVEYOR to the Duke of Buckingham. BRANDON, and a Sergeant at Arms. DOOR-KEEPER of the Council-Chamber. PORTER, and his Man.

PAGE to Gardiner.-A CRIER.

QUEEN KATHARINE, Wife to King Henry; afterwards divorced.

ANNE BULLEN, her Maid of Honour; afterwards Queen.

AN OLD LADY, Friend to Anne Bullen.
PATIENCE, Woman to Queen Katharine.

Several Lords and Ladies in the Dumb Shows;
Women attending upon the Queen; Spirits,
which appear to her; Scribes, ficers,
Guards, and other Attendants.

SCENE, chiefly in London and Westminste once, at Kimbolton.

Palace.

now,

That bear a weighty and a serious brow,
Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe,
Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow,
We now present. Those that can pity, here
May, if they think it well, let fall a tear;
The subject will deserve it. Such, as give
Their money out of hope they may believe,
May here find truth too. Those, that come to
Only a show or two, and so agree, [see
The play may pass; if they be still, and willing,
I'll undertake, may see away their shilling
Richly in two short hours. Only they,
That come to hear a merry, bawdy play,
A noise of targets; or to see a fellow
In a long motley coat, guarded with yellow,
Will be deceiv'd: for, gentle hearers, know,

To rank our chosen truth with such a show
As foot and fight is, beside forfeiting
Our own brains, and the opinion that we bring,
To make that only true we now intend,t)
Will leave us never an understanding friend.
Therefore, for goodness' sake, and as you are
known

The first and happiest hearers of the town,
Be sad, as we would make ye: Think, ye see
The very persons of our noble story,
As they were living; think, you see them great,
And follow'd with the general throng, and
sweat,

Of thousand friends; then, in a moment, see
How soon this mightiness meets misery!
And, if you can be merry then, I'll say,
A man may weep upon his wedding day.
+ Pretend.

• Lacad.

Enter the Duke of NORFOLK, at one door; at the other, the Duke of BUCKINGHAM, and the Lord ABERGAVENNY.

Buck. Good morrow, and well met. How have you done,

Since last we saw in France?
Nor. I thank your grace:
Healthful; and ever since a fresh admirer
Of what I saw there.

Buck. An untimely ague

Stay'd me a prisoner in my chamber, when Those suns of glory, those two lights of men,* Met in the vale of Arde.

Nor. 'Twixt Guynes and Arde:

back;

I was then present, saw them salute on horse-
[clung
Beheld them, when they lighted, how they
In their embracement, as they grew together;
Which had they, what four thron'd ones could
have weigh'd
Such a compounded one?

Buck. All the whole time
I was my chamber's prisoner.
Nor. Then you lost

The view of earthly glory: Men might say, Till this time, pomp was single; but now mar ried

To one above itself. Each following day
Became the next day's master, till the last
Made former wonders it's: To-day, the French
All clinquant,t all in gold, like heathen gods,

Henry VIII. and Francis 1. kin, of Fince
Gattering, shining.