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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.

the north,

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,
K. Rich. Catesby, fly to the duke!

Bishop of Exeter, his elder brother,
Cate. I will, my lord, with all convenient haste. With many more confederates, are in arms.
K. Rich. Ratcliff, come hither! Post to Salisbury!

Enter another Messenger.
When thou com'st thither, - dull unmindful villain, 2 Mess. In Kent, my liege, the Guildfords are in

[To Catesby. arms;
Why stay'st thou here, and go'st not to the duke? And every hour more competitors
Cate. First, mighty liege, tell me your highness' Flock to the rebels, and their power grows strong.

Enter another Messenger.
What from your grace I shall deliver to him. 3 Mess. My lord, the army of great Buckingham
K. Rich. o, true, good Catesby, - Bid him levy K. Rich. Out on ye, owls! nothing but songs


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.
Rat. Your highness told me, I should post before. K. Rich. O, I cry you mercy!

There is my purse, to cure that blow of thine.
K. Rich. My mind is chang'd. Stanley, what Hath any well-advised friend proclaim'd
news with you?

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.
Nor none so bad, but well may be reported. 4 Mess. Sir Thomas Lovel, and lord marquis Dorset,
K. Rich. Heyday, a riddle! neither good, nor bad ! 'Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms.
What need'st thou run so many miles about, But this good comfort bring I to your highness,
When thou may'st tell thy tale the nearest way? The Bretagne navy is dispers’d by tempest:
Once more, what news?

Richmond, in Dorsetshire, sent out a boat
Stan. Richmond is on the seas.

Unto the shore, to ask those on the banks,
K. Rich. There let him sink, and be the seas on him ! If they were his assistants, yea, or no;
White-liver'd runagate, what doth he there? Who answer'd him, they came from Buckingham
Stan, I know not, mighty sovereign, but by guess. Upon his party: he, mistrusting them,
K. Rich. Well, as you guess ?

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?

And who is England's king, but great York's heir ? Cate. My liege, the duke of Buckingham is takea,
Then, tell me, what makes he

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as? That is the best news; that the Earl of Richmond
Stan. Unless for that, my liege, I cannot gliess. Is with a mighty power landed at Milford,
K. Rich. Unless for that he comes to be your liege, Is colder news, but yet they must be told.
You cannot guess, wherefore the Welshman comes.

K. Rich. Away towards Salisbury! while we reason
Thou wilt revolt, and fly to him, I fear.

Stan. No, mighty liege; therefore mistrust me not! A royal battle might be won and lost.

K. Rich. Where is thy powerthen, to beat him back? Some one take order, Backingham be brought
Where be thy tenants, and thy followers ?

To Salisbury ;--the rest march on with me! (E.reunt.
Are they not now upon the western shore,
Safe-conducting the rebels from their ships? SCENE V.-A room in Lord Stanley's house.
Stan. No, my good lord, my friends are in the north. Enter Stanley and Sir Christopher URSWICK.

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Stan. Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this from me : Swills your warm blood, like wash, and makes his
That, in the sty of this most bloody boar,

My son George Stanley is frank'd up in hold; In your embowell'd bosoms; this foul swine
If I revolt, off' goes young George's head; Lies now even in the centre of this isle,
The fear of that withholds my present aid. Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn :
But, tell me, where is princely Richmond now? From Tamworth thither is but one days march.
Chris. At Pembroke, or at lia’rford-west, in Wales. In God's name, cheerly on, courageous friends,
Stan. What men of name resort to him?

To reap the harvest of perpetual peace
Chris. Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned soldier ; By this one bloody trial of sharp war!
Sir Gilbert Talbot, sir William Stanley;

Oxf. Every man's conscience is a thousand swords,
Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, sir James Blunt, To fight against that bloody homicide.
And Rice ap Thomas, with a valiant crew ;

Herb. I doubt not but his friends will turn to us.
many other of great fame and worth.

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

worth field!
SCENE I. Salisbury. An open place. My lord of Surrey, why look you so sad?
Enter the Sheriff, and Guard, with BUCKINGHAM, Sur. My heart is ten times lighter, than my looks.
led to execution.

K. Rich. My lord of Norfolk,
Buck. Will not king Richard let me speak with him? Nor. Here, most gracious liege !
Sher. No, my good lord; therefore be patient ! K. Rich. Norfolk, we must have knocks; – ha !
Buck. Hastings,aud Edward's children, Rivers, Grey, must we not?
Holy king Henry, and thy fair son Edward,

Nor. We must both give and take, my loving lord!
Vaughan, and all that have miscarried

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,
Buek. Why, then All-Souls' day is my body's dooms- Which they upon the adverse faction want.

Up with the tent !- Come, noble gentlemen,
This is the day, which, in king Edward's time, Let us survey the vantage of the ground !-
I wish'd might fall on me, when I was found Call for some men of sound direction !-
False to his children, or his wife's allies:

Let's want no discipline, make no delay!
This is the day, wherein I wish'd to fall

For, lords, to-morrow is a busy day! [Exeunt.
By the false faith of him, whom most I trusted ; Enter, on the other side of the field, RICHMOND,
This, this All-Souls' day to my fearful soul,

Sir WILLIA2 Brandon, OXFORD, and other Lords.
Is the determin'd respite of my wrongs,

Some of the Soldiers pitch Richmond's tent.
That high All-seer, which I dallied with,

Richm. The weary sun hath made a golden set,
Hath turn’d my feigned prayer on my head, And, by the bright track of his fiery car,
And given in earnest, what I begg'd in jest. Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.
Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my standard. –
To turn their own points on their masters' bosoms: Give me some ink and paper in my tent!
Thus Margaret's curse falls heavy on my neck, I'll draw the form and model of our battle,
When he , quoth she, shall split thy heurt with Limit each leader to his several charge,

And part in just proportion our small power,
Remember Margaret was a prophetess!,

My lord of Oxford, you, sir William Brandon,
Come, sirs, convey me to the block of shame! And you, sir Walter Herbert, stay with me!
Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame. The earl of Pembroke keeps his regiment;
[Exeunt Buckinghan, etc. Good captain Blunt, bear my good-night to him,

And by the second hour in the morning
SCENE II. - Plain near Tamworth.

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,
Richm. Fellows in arms, and my most loving friends, (Which, well I am assur’d, I have not done,)
Bruis’d underneath the yoke of tyranny,

Dis regiment lies half a mile at least
Thus far into the bowels of the land

South from the mighty power of the kiog.
Have we march'd on without impediment;

Richm. If without peril it be possible,
And here receive we from our father Stanley Sweet Blunt, make some good means to speak with
Lines of fair comfort and encouragement.

The wretched, bloody, and usarping boar, And give him from me this most needful note!
That spoild your summer fields, and fruitful vines, Blunt. Upon my life, my lord, I'll undertake it;

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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
K. Rich. Send out a pursuivant at arms

At Tewksbury! despair therefore, and die!
To Stanley's regiment! bid him bring his power Be cheerful, Richmond ! for the wronged souls
Before sun-rising, lest his son George fall Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalt:
Into the blind cave of eternal night!

King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thee.
Fill me a bowl of wine! Give me a watch!--

The Ghost of King Henry the Sixth rises.

[To Catesby. Ghost. When I was mortal, my anointed body
Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow!
Look, that my staves be sound, and not too heavy! By thee was punched full of deadly holes.

Think on the Tower, and me! despair, and die!
Nat. My lord?

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,
And help to arm me! - Leave me, I say!

[King Richard retires into his tent. The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee;

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,
Stan. Fortune and victory sit on thy helm! Rivers, that died at Pomfret! Despair, and die!
Richm. All comfort, that the dark night can afford, Grey. Think upon Grey, and let thy soul despair
Be to thy person, noble father-in-law!
Tell me, how fares our loving mother?

Vaugh. Think upon Vaughan, and, with guilty fear,
Stan. 1, by attorney, bless thee from thy mother, Let fall thy lance! Despair, and die!
Who prays continually for Richmond's good :
So much for that! – The silent hours steal on, All. Awake! and think, our wrongs in Richard's
And flaky darkness breaks within the east.

In brief, for so the season bids us be,

Will conquer him ; - awake, and win the day!
Prepare thy battle early in the morning,

The Ghost of Hastings rises.
And put thy fortune to the arbitrement

Ghost. Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake,
of bloody strokes, and mortal-staring war!
1, as I may, (that which I would, I cannot,) And in a bloody battle end thy days ! -
With best advantage will deceive the time,

Think on lord #astings, and despair, and die! –
And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms: Quiet, untroubled soul, awake, awake!
But on thy side I may not be too forward,
Lest, being seen, thy brother, tender George,

Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake!
Be executed in his father's sight.

The Ghosts of the two young Princes rise. Farewell! The leisure and the fearful time

Ghosts. Dream on thy cousins, smother'd in the
Cats off the ceremonious vows of love,

and ample interchange of sweet discourse, Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard,

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And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death! K. Rich. Ratcliff, I fear, I fear,-
Thy nephews' souls bid thee despair, and die.

Rat. Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of shadows !
Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake in joy!

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,
Edward's unhappy sons do bid thee ilourish.

Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond.
The Ghost of Queen Anne rises.
Ghost. Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy Under onr tents I'll play the eaves-dropper,

It is not yet near day. Come, go with me!

To hear, if any mean to shrink from me.
That never slept a quiet hour with thee,

(Exeunt King Richard and Ratcliff.
Now fills thy sleep with perturbations:
To-morrow in the battle think on me,

RICHMOND wakes. Enter OXFORD and Others,
And fall thy edgeless sword; despair, and die! - Lords. Good-morrow, Richmond !
Thou, quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep! Richm. 'Cry mercy, lords, and watchful gentlemen,

(To Richmond. That you have ta’en a tardy sluggard here.
Dream of success and happy victory!

Lords. How have you slept, my lord ?
Thy adversary's wife doth pray for thee.

Richm. The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding
The Ghost of Buckingham rises.

Ghost. The first was I, that help'd thee to the crown; That ever enter'd in a drowsy head,

[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,

And die in terror of thy guiltiness!

Came to my tent, and cried : On! victory!
Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death! I promise you, my heart is very jocund
Fainting, despair; despairing, yield thy breath! – In the remembrance of so fair a dream.
I died for hope, ere I could lend thee aid, How far into the morning is it, lords?

[To Richmond. Lords. Upon the stroke of four.
But cheer thy heart, and be thon not dismay'd! Richm. Why, then 'tis time to arm, and give direc-
God, and good angels fight on Richmond's side,


[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
out of his dream.

Forbids to dwell on; yet remember this :
K. Rich. Give me another horse! — bind up my God, and our good cause, fight upon our side;

The prayers of holy saints, and wronged souls,
Have mercy, Jesu! - Soft; I did but dream. – Like high-rear'd balwarks, stand before our faces;
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! Richard except, those, whom we fight against,
The lights burn blue. -- It is now dead midnight. Had rather have us win, than him they follow.
Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. For what is he, they follow? truly, gentleinen,
What do I fear? myself? there's none else by: A bloody tyrant, and a homicide;
Richard loves Richard; that is, I am. I.

One rais’d in blood, and one in blood establish’d;
Is there a murderer here? No; — Yes; I am: One that made means to come by what he hath,
Then fly, — what, from myself? Great reason : Why? And slaughter'd those, that were the means to help
Lest I revenge. What? myself on myself?
I love myself. Wherefore? for any good,

A base foul stone, made precious by the foil
That I myself have done unto myself?

of England's chair, where he is falsely set;
0, no: alas, I rather hate myself

One, that hath ever been God's enemy.
For hatefal deeds, committed by myself.

Then, if you fight against God's enemy,
I am a villain : yet I lie, I am not.

God will, in justice, ward you as his soldiers;
Fool, of thyself speak well !- fool, do not flatter! If you do sweat, to put a tyrant down,
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain;
And every tongue brings in a several tale,

If you do fight against your country's foes,
And every tale condemns me for a villain.

Your country's fat shall pay your pains the hire;
Perjury, perjury, in the high’st degree,


you do fight in safeguard of your wives, Murder, stern murder, in the dir’st degree,

Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors;
All several sins, all us’d in each degree,

If you do free your children from the sword,
Throng to the bar, crying all, — Guilty! guilty! Your children's children quit it in your age.
I shall despair. - There is no creature loves me; Then, in the name of God, and all these rights,
And, if I die, no soul will pity me;

Advance your standards, draw your williug swords !
Nay, wherefore should they? since that I myself For me, the ransom of my bold attempt
Find in myself no pity to myself.

Shall be this cold corpse on the earth's cold face ;
Methought, the souls of all, that I had murderd, But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt
Come to my tent, and every one did threat The least of you shall share his part thereof.
To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard. Sound, drums and trumpets, boldly and cheerfully!

God, and Saint George! Richmond, and victory!
Rat. My lord,

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
Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour.

Richmond ?
K. Rich. 0, Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fearful Rat. That he was never trained up in arms.
dream! -

K. Rich. He said the truth: and what said Sur-
What thinkest thou ? will our friends prove all true?
Rat. No doubt, my lord !

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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?
K. Rich. Then he disdains to shine ; for, by the book, Mess. My lord, he doth deny to come.
He should have brav'd the east an hour ago : K. Rich. off instantly with his son George's head!
A black day will it be to somebody.--

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!
I would, these dewy tears were from the ground. Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George,
Not shine to-day! Why, what is that to me, Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons!
More than to Richmond ? for the self-same heaven, Upon them! Victory sits on our helms! (Exeunt.
That frowns on me, looks sadly upon him.

SCENE IV. - Another part of the field.
Nor. Arm, arm, my lord! the foe vaunts in the field! Alarum: Excursions. Enter Norfolk and forces;
K. Rich. Come, bustle, bustle! – Caparison my

to him CATESBY. horse!

Cate. Rescue, my lord of Norfolk, rescue, rescue!
Call up ford Stanley, bid him bring his power! The king enacts more wonders, than a man,
I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain,

Daring an opposite to every danger;
And thus my battle shall be ordered.

His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights,
My foreward shall be drawn ont all in length, Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death.
Consisting equally of horse and foot;

Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost!
Our archers shall be placed in the midst :
John duke of Norfolk, Thomas earl of Surrey,

Alarum. Enter King Richard.
Shall have the leading of this foot and horse. K. Rich. A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!
They thus directed, we ourself will follow

Cate. Withdraw, my lord, I'll help you to a horse.
In the main battle; whose puissance on either side K. Rich. Slave, I have set my life upon a cast,
Shall be well winged with our chiefest horse, And I will stand the hazard of the die.
This, and Saint George to boot ! -What think'st thou I think, there be six Richmonds in the field;

Five have I slain to-day, instead of lim :-
Nor. A good direction, warlike sovereign!- A horse! a horse ! my kingdom for a horse! [Exeunt,
This found I on my tent this morning.

Alarums. Enter King Richard and Richmond; and
(Giving a scroll.

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!

Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law ! Lo, here, this long-usurped royalty,
March on, join bravely, let us to’t pell-mell ! From the dead temples of this bloody wretch
If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell!

Have J pluck'd off, to grace thy brows withal;
What shall I say more than I have in ferr'd? Wear it, enjoy it, and make much of it!
Remember, whom you are to cope 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

You, liaving lands, and bless'd with beauteous wives, Sir Robert Brakenbury, and sir William Brandon.
They would restrain the one, distain the other. Richm. Inter their bodies, as becomes their births !
And who doth lead them, but a paltry fellow, Proclaim a pardop to the soldiers fled,
Long kept iu Bretagne at our mother's cost? That in submission will return to us;
A milk-sop; one, that never in his life

And then, as we have ta’en the sacrament,
Felt so much cold, as over shoes in snow?

We will unite the white rose with the red!.
Let’s whip these stragglers o'er the seas again! Smile heaven unto this fair conjunction,
Lash hence these over-weening rags of France, That long hath frown’d upon their enmity!-
These famish'd beggars, weary of their lives; What traitor hears me, and says not, - Amen?
Who, but for dreaming on this fond exploit, England hath long been mad, and scarr’d herself

For want of means, poor rats, had hang’d themselves! The brother blindly shed the brother's blood,
If we be conquer'd, let men conquer us,

The father rashly slaughter'd his own son,
And not these bastard Bretagnes! whom our fathers The son, compell’d, been butcher to the sire ;
Have in their own land beaten, bobb’d, and thump’d, all this divided York and Lancaster,
And, on record, left them the heirs of shame. Divided, in their dire division,-
Shall these enjoy our lands? lie with our wives? 0, now, let Richmond and Elizabeth,
Ravish our daughters ?-- Hark, I hear their drum! The true succeeders of each royal house,

(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,

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