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of (He strikes him.
Where, in that nest of spicery, they shall breed K. Rich. Cold friends to me! What do they in S: Selves of themselves to your recomfortare.
Tha Q. Eliz. Shall I go win my daugliter to thy will? When they should serve their sovereign in the west? My K. Rich. And be a happy mother by the deed. Stan. They have not been commanded, mighty king: II Q. Eliz. I go. – Write to me very shortly, Pleaseth your majesty to give me leave,
The And you shall understand from me her mind, I'll muster up my friends, and meet your grace, But K. Rich. Bear her my true love's kiss, and so fare- Where, and what time, your majesty shall please. Ch well!
K, Rich. Ay, ay, thou wouldst be gone to join with St. [Kissing her. Exit Q. Elizabeth. Richmond :
CH Relenting fool, and shallow, changing – woman! I will not trust yoa, sir !
Sir How now? what news? Stan. Most mighty sovereign,
Oxf Enter RatclifF; Catesby following: You have no cause to hold my friendship doubtful; Rat. Most mighty sovereign, on the western coast I never was, nor never will be false.
Ang Rideth a puissant navy; to the shore
K. Rich. Well, go, muster men! bat, hear you, leave ang Throng many doubtful hollow-hearted friends,
behind Unarm’d, and unresolv'd to beat them back : Your son, George Stanley! look, your heart be firm,
S: 'Tis thought, that Richmond is their admiral ; Or else his head's assurance is but frail. And there they hull, expecting but the aid
Stan. So deal with him, as I prove true to you, Te Of Buckingham, to welcome them ashore.
(Exit Stanley. He K. Rich. Some light-foot friend post to the Duke
Enter a Messenger.
Th of Norfolk;
Mess. My gracious sovereigo, now in Devonshire, fa Ratcliff, thyself, — or Catesby; where is he? As I by friends am well advertised, Cate. Here, my good lord !
Sir Edward Courtney, and the haughty prelate,
Bishop of Exeter, his elder brother,
Enter another Messenger.
[To Catesby. arms;
Enter another Messenger.
F The greatest strength and power, he can make, There, take thou that, till thou bring better news! And meet me suddenly at Salisbury. 3 Mess. The news, l' have to tell your majesty,
1 [Exit. Is, that by sudden floods and fall of waters, Rat. What, may it please you,shall I do at Salisbury? Buckingham's army is dispers’d and scatter'd, K. Rich. Why, what would'st thou do there, before and he himself wander'd away alone, I go?
No man knows whither.
There is my purse, to cure that blow of thine.
Peward to him, that brings the traitor in? Stan. None good, my liege, to please you with the 3 Mess. Such proclamation hath been made,my liege! hearing;
Enter another Messenger.
Richmond, in Dorsetshire, sent out a boat
Unto the shore, to ask those on the banks,
Hois’d sail, and made his course again for Bretagne. Stan. Stirr’dup by Dorset, Buckingham, and Morton, K. Rich. March on, march on, since we are up in He makes for England, here to claim the crown.
arms, K. Rich. Is the chair empty ? is the sword unsway'd? If not to fight with foreign enemies, Is the king dead? the empire unpossess'd?
Yet to beat down these rebels here at liome. What heir of York is there alive, but we?
as? That is the best news; that the Earl of Richmond
K. Rich. Away towards Salisbury! while we reason
K. Rich. Where is thy powerthen, to beat him back? Some one take order, Backingham be brought
To Salisbury ;--the rest march on with me! (E.reunt.
Cate. I go.
Stan. Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this from me : Swills your warm blood, like wash, and makes his
To reap the harvest of perpetual peace
Oxf. Every man's conscience is a thousand swords,
Herb. I doubt not but his friends will turn to us.
Blunt. He hath no friends, but who are friends And towards London do they bend their course,
for fear, 'If by the way they be not fought withal.
Which, in his dearest need, will fly from him. Stan. Well, hie thee to thy lord ! commend me to Richn. All for our vantage! Then, in God's name, him!
march! Tell him the queen hath heartily consented, True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings, He shall espouse Elizabeth her daughter.
Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. These letters will resolve him of my mind.
Exeunt. Farewell! [Gives papers to Sir Christopher.
SCENE III. - Bosworth Field. [Exeunt. Enter King RICHARD, and Forces; the Duke of
NORFOLK, Earl of SURLEY, and Orhers. A CT
K. Rich. Here pitch our tents, even here in Bos
K. Rich. My lord of Norfolk,
Nor. We must both give and take, my loving lord!
K. Rich. Up with my tent! Here will I lie to-night! By underhand corrupted foul injustice;
[Soldiers begin to set up the King's tent. If that your moody discontented souls
But where to-morrow? — Well, all's one for that. Do through the clouds behold this present hour, Who hath descried the number of the traitors ? Even for revenge mock my destruction!
Nor. Six or seven thousand is their utmost power. This is All-Souls' day, fellows, is it not?
K. Rich. Why, our battalia trebles that account. Sher. It is, my lord.
Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength,
Up with the tent !- Come, noble gentlemen,
Let's want no discipline, make no delay!
For, lords, to-morrow is a busy day! [Exeunt.
Sir WILLIA2 Brandon, OXFORD, and other Lords.
Some of the Soldiers pitch Richmond's tent.
Richm. The weary sun hath made a golden set,
And part in just proportion our small power,
My lord of Oxford, you, sir William Brandon,
And by the second hour in the morning
Desire the earl to see me in my
tent! Enter, with drum and colours, RICHMOND, Oxford, Yet one thing more, good captain, do for me! Sir James Blunt, Sir Walter HERBERT, and Others, Where is lord Stanley quarter'd, do you know? with Forces, marching.
Blunt. Unless I have mista'en his colours much,
Dis regiment lies half a mile at least
South from the mighty power of the kiog.
Richm. If without peril it be possible,
[To king Richard.
And so, Cod give you quiet rest to-night! Which so long sunder'd friends should dwell upon; Ricium. Good-night, good captain Blunt! Come, God give us leisure for these rites of love! gentlemen,
Once more, adieu ! - Be valiant, and speed well! Let us consult upon to-morrow's business !
Richm. Good lords, conduct him to his regiment! In to my tent, the air is raw and cold.
I'll strive, with troubled thoughts, to take a nap; [They withdraw into the tent. Lest leaden slumber peise me down to-morrow, Enter, to his tent, King Richard, Norfolk, Pas- When I should mount with wings of victory. CLIFF, and CATESBY.
Once more, good night, kind lords and gentlemen! K. Rich. What is't o'clock?
(Exeunt Lords, etc. with Stanley. Cate. It's supper-time, my lord;
o Thou! whose captain I account myself, It's nine o'clock.
Look on my forces with a gracious eye! K. Rich. I will not sup to-night.
Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath, Give me some ink and paper!
That they may crush down with a heavy fall What, is my beaver easier, than it was?
The usurping helmets of our adversaries! And all my armour laid into my tent?
Make us thy ministers of chastisement, Cuie. It is, my liege; and all things are in readiness. That we may praise thee in thy victory! K. Rich. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge! To thee I do commend my watchful soul, Use careful watch, choose trusty sentinels ! Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes ; Nor. I go, my lord!
Sleeping, and waking, o defend me still! (Sleeps. K. Rich. Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle Nor- The Ghost of Prince Edward, son to Henry folk!
the Sixth, rises between the two tents. Nor. I warrant you, my lord!
[Exit. Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow! K. Rich. Ratclifl,
(To king Richard. Rat. My lord ?
Think, how thou stab’dst me in my prime of youth
At Tewksbury! despair therefore, and die!
King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thee.
The Ghost of King Henry the Sixth rises.
[To Catesby. Ghost. When I was mortal, my anointed body
Think on the Tower, and me! despair, and die!
Harry the sixth bids thee despair and die! K. Rich. Saw'st thou the melancholy lord Northum- Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror !
berland ? Rat. Thomas the earl of Surrey, and himself, Harry, that prophecy'd, thou shouldst be king, Much about cock-shut time, from troop to troop, Doth comfort thee in thy sleep; live, and tourish! Went through the army, cheering up the soldiers.
The Ghost of CLARENCE rises. K. Rich. I am satisfied. Give me a bowl of wine ! Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow! I have not that alacrity of spirit, Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have.- 1, that was wash'd to death with fulsome wine, So, set it down! -- Is ink and paper ready? Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death! Rat. It is, my lord!
To morrow in the battle think on me, K. Rich. Bid my guard watch ! leave me ! And fall thy edgeless sword ! despair, and die! About the mid of night, come to my tent,
Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster,
Exeunt Ratcliff and Catesby. Good angels guard thy battle! Live, and flourish! Richmond's tent opens, and discovers him and his The Ghosts of Rivers, Grey, and Vaughan, TiSE. officers, etc.
Riv. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow,
Vaugh. Think upon Vaughan, and, with guilty fear,
Will conquer him ; - awake, and win the day!
The Ghost of Hastings rises.
Ghost. Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake,
Think on lord #astings, and despair, and die! –
Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake!
The Ghosts of the two young Princes rise. Farewell! The leisure and the fearful time
Ghosts. Dream on thy cousins, smother'd in the
[To King Richard.
[ To Richmond
[To King Richard
(To King Richard.
(70 King Richard.
[To King Richard.
And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death! K. Rich. Ratcliff, I fear, I fear,-
Rat. Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of shadows !
K. Rich. By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy!
Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard, Live, and beget a happy race of kings!
Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers,
Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond.
It is not yet near day. Come, go with me!
To hear, if any mean to shrink from me.
(Exeunt King Richard and Ratcliff.
RICHMOND wakes. Enter OXFORD and Others,
(To Richmond. That you have ta’en a tardy sluggard here.
Lords. How have you slept, my lord ?
Richm. The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding
[To King Richard. Have I, since your departure, had, my lords ! The last was I, that felt thy tyranny:
Methought, their souls, whose bodies Richard muro, in the battle think on Buckingham,
Came to my tent, and cried : On! victory!
[To Richmond. Lords. Upon the stroke of four.
[He advances to the troops. And Richard falls in height of all his pride. More than I have said, loving countrymen,
[The Ghosts vanish. King Richard starts The leisure and enforcement of the time
Forbids to dwell on; yet remember this :
The prayers of holy saints, and wronged souls,
One rais’d in blood, and one in blood establish’d;
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, ward you as his soldiers;
If you do fight against your country's foes,
Your country's fat shall pay your pains the hire;
you do fight in safeguard of your wives, Murder, stern murder, in the dir’st degree,
Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors;
If you do free your children from the sword,
Advance your standards, draw your williug swords !
Shall be this cold corpse on the earth's cold face ;
God, and Saint George! Richmond, and victory!
Exeunt. K. Rich. Who's there?
Re-enter King RICHARD, RATCLIFF, Attendants, and Rat. Ratcliff
, my lord,'tis I. The early village cock Hath twice done salutation to the morn ;
K. Rich. What said Northumberland, as touching
K. Rich. He said the truth: and what said Sur-
Rat. He smild and said, the better for our purpose.
rey then ?
Wi Aba Tha Ang
K. Rich. Ile was i'the right; and so, indeed, it is. Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood;
[Clock strikes. Amaze the welkia with your broken staves ! Tell the clock there.--Give me a calendar!Who saw the sun to-day?
Enter a Messenger. Rat. Not I, my lord!
says lord Stanley? will he bring his power?
Nor. My lord, the enemy is pass'd the marsh ;
After the battle let George Stanley die! Rat. My lord?
K. Rich. A thousand hearts are great within my K. Rich. The sun will not be seen to-day;
bosom : The sky doth frown and low'r upon our army.
Advance our standards, set upon our foes!
SCENE IV. - Another part of the field.
to him CATESBY. horse!
Cate. Rescue, my lord of Norfolk, rescue, rescue!
Daring an opposite to every danger;
His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights,
Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost!
Alarum. Enter King Richard.
Cate. Withdraw, my lord, I'll help you to a horse.
Five have I slain to-day, instead of lim :-
Alarums. Enter King Richard and Richmond; and
exeunt, fighting. Retreat, und flourish. Then enter K. Rich. Jocky of Norfolk, be not too bold, (Reads. Richmond, STANLEY, bearing the crown, with divers
For Dickon thy master is bought and sold. other Lords, and forces. A thing devised by the enemy!
Richm. Gud, and your arms, be prais’d, victorious Go, gentlemen, every man unto his charge!
friends! Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls ! The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead. Conscience is but a word that cowards use,
Stan. Courageous Richmond, well hast thou acquit D vis’d at first to keep the strong in awe!
Have J pluck'd off, to grace thy brows withal;
Richm. Great God of heaven, say, Amen, to all! A sort of vagabonds, rascals, and run-aways, But, tell me first, is young George Stanley living? A scum of Bretagnes, and base lackey peasants, Stan. He is, my lord, and safe in Leicester town; Whom their o'er-cloyed country vomits forth Whither, if it please you, we may now withdraw us
, To desperate ventures and assur'd destruction. Richm. What men of name are slain ou either side? You, sleeping safe, they bring you to uurest; Stan. John duke of Norfolk, Walter lord Ferrers
And then, as we have ta’en the sacrament,
We will unite the white rose with the red!.
The father rashly slaughter'd his own son,
(Drum afar off: By God's fair ordinance conjoin together! Fight, gentlemen of England ! fight, bold yeomen? And let their heirs, (God, if thy will be so, Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head! Enrich the time to come with smooth-fac'd peace,