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Jhen he, qnoth she, shall split ihy heart with | Enter, on the other side of the field, RICAsorrow,

MOND, Sir WILLIAM BRANDON, OXFORD, Remember Margaret was a prophetess.- and other Lords. Some of the soldiers pitch Come, Sirs, convey me to


block of RICHMOND's tent. shame ;

Richm. The weary sun hath made a golden Wrong bath but wrong, and blame the due of blanie.

(Exeunt BUCKINGHAM, fc. Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.-

And, by the bright track of his fery car,

Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my stanSCENE II.- Plain near Tamworth.


Give me some ink and paper in my tent; Enter, urith drum and colours, RICHMOND, I'll draw the form and model of our battle,

OXFORD, Sir JAMES BLUNT, Sir WALTER Limiteach leader to his several charge, HERBERT, and others, with forces, march. And part in just proportion our small power. ing.

My lord of Oxford, --you, Sir William BranRichm. Fellows in arms, and my most loving and you, Sir Walter Herbert, stay with me:

don,friends, Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny,

The earl of Pembroke keeps + his regiment ;

Good captain Biunt, bear my good Thus far into the bowels of the land

night to Have we march'd on without impediment ;

him, And bere receive we from our father Stanley

And by the second bour in the morning Lines of fair comfort and encouragement.

Desire the earl to see me in my tent : Tbe wretched, bloody, and usurping buar,

Yet one thing inore, good captain, do for me ; That spoil'd your suinmer fields and fruitful Where is lord Stanley quarter'a, do you know?

Blunt. Unless I have mista'en his colours vines, Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes (Which well I'am assur'd I bave not done,)

much, bis trough

His regiment lies half a mile at least In your embowell'd bosoms, this foul swine

South from the mighty power of the king.
Lies now even in the centre of this isle,

Richm. If without peril it be possible,
Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn :
From Tamworth thither, is but one day's

Sweet Blunt, make good some means to speak

with biin, march. In God's name, cheerly on, conrageous friends, and give bin from me this most needful note. To reap the harvest of perpetual peace

Blunt. Upon my life, iny lord, I'll undertake By this one bloody trial of sharp war.

it ; 0sf. Every man's conscience is a thousand And so, God give you quiet rest to night! swords,

Richm. Good night, good captain Blunt. To fight against that bloody bomicide.

Come, gentlemen,
Hird. I doubt not, but his friends will turn in to my tent, the air is raw and cold.

Let us consult upon to-morrow's business ;
to us.
Blunt. He hath no friends, but who are

[They w thdraw into the Tent. friends for fear;

Enter, to his Tent, King RICHARD, Nor. Which, in his dearest need, will fly from him.

FOLK, RATCLIFF, and CATESBY. Rickm. All for our vantage. Then, in God's

K. Rich. What is't o'clock ! baine, march : True bope is swift, and fies with swallow's

Cate. It's supper time, my lord :

It's nine o'clock. wings, Kiegs it makes gods, and meaner creatures

K. Rich. I will not sup to-night. kings.


Give me some ink and paper.
What, is my beaver easier than it was?

And all my arinour laid into my tent ?
SCENE III.-Bosworth Field.

Cate. It is, my liege ; and all things are in

reachiness. Enter King RICHARD and forces; the Duke

K. Rich. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy of Nor YOLK, Earl of SURREY, and others.

charge ; K. Rich. Here pitch our tents, even bere in Use careful watch, choose trusty sentinels. Bosworth field.

Nor. I go, my lord. My lord of Surrey, why look you so sad ?

K. Rich. Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle

Norfolk. Sur. My heart is teo times ligöter than my looks.

Nor. I warrant you, my lord.

(Eail. K. Rich. My lord of Norfolk,

K. Rich. Ratcliff,

Rut. My lord ?
Nor. Here, most gracious liege.
K. Rich. Norfolk, we must have knocks ;

K. Rich. Send out a pursuivant at arms
Ha ! mast we not?

To Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his Nar. We must buth give and take, my loving before sun-rising, lest his son George fall

Jurd. K. Rich. Up with my tent: Here will I lie Tuto the blind cave of eternal migbt. to-night;

Fill me a bowl of wine.--Give me a watch ;:(Saldiers begin to set up the king's tent.

(TO CATESBY. Bat where to-morrow 1-Well, zil's

'one for Saddle wbite Surrey for the field to-morrow.that.

Look that my staves y be sound, and not too W bo hath descried the number of be traitors ?

beary. Nor. Six or seven thousand is their utrnost


Rat. My lord ? power. K. Rich. Why, our battalia trebles tbat ac

K. Rich. Saw'st tbou the melancholy lord

Nortbuinbcrland ? count: Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength,

Rat. Thomas the earl of Surrey, and bimsell, Which they npon the adverse faction want. Much about cock-shut | time, from troop to Ip with the teut.-Come, noble gentlemen,

troop, It us survey the vantage of the ground; Went through the army, cheering up the sole

Cail for some men of sound direction :
Let's want no discipline, make no delay;
For, lords, lo morrow is a busy day.

• Appoint.

+ Remains with. (Exeunt.l. A watch ngint, Wood of the lances. Twilight,


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When they should serve their sovereign in the

west 1 Stan. They have not been commanded, mighty Ar king :

Son Pleaseth your majesty to give me leave,

To l'll muster up my friends, and meet your grace, Where and what time your majesty shall please. K. Rich. Ay, ay, thou woulust be gone to join S

with Richmond : I will not trust you, Sir.

Stan. Most mighty sovereign, You have

cause to hold my friendship doubtful;

S I never was por never will be false. K. Rich. Well, go, inuster men. But, bear Th: you, leave behind

My Your son, George Stanley ; look your beart be in firin,

Thi Or else his head's assurance is but frail.

But Slar. So deal with bim, as ! prove true to you.


4 Mess. My gracious sovereign, now in Devonshire,

Sir As I by friends am well advertised, Sir Edward Courtney, and the baughty prelate, An Bishop of Exeter, bis elder brother,

А. Wiib many more confederates, are in arms. AD

Enter another MESSENGER. 2 Mess. In Kent, my liege, the Guildfords are in arms;

Te And every hour more competitors

He Flock to the rebels, and their power growth strong.

Fa Enter another MESSENGER. 3 Vess. My lord, the army of great Buck

inghamX. Rich. Out on ye, owls! nothing but songs of death?

[Hle strikes him There, take thou that, till thou bring better

Dews. 3 Mess. The news I have to tell your ma.

Is,--that by sudden floods and fall of waters,
Buckingham's army is dispers'd and scauer'd;
And he himself wander'd away alone,
No man knows whitber.

K. Rich. Oh! I cry you mercy :
There is my purse to cure that blow of thine.
Hath apy well-advised friend proclaim'd
Reward to him that brings the traitor in ?

V 3 Mess. Such proclamation hath been made, B my liege.

1 Enter another MESSENGER. 4 Mess. Sir Thomas Lovel, and ford marquis

Dorset, 'Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms. But this good comfort britig I to your bigh

ness, The Bretagne navy is dispers'a by tempest: Richmond, in Dorsetshire, sent out a boat Unto the shore, to ask those on the banks, If they were his assistants, yea or no; Who answer'd him, they came from Buckingham Upon bis party : be, mistrusting them, Hois'd sail, and made bis course again for

Bretagne. K. Rich, March on, march on, since we are

up in arms; If not to fight with foreign enemies, Yet to beat down these rebels here at home.

Enter CATESBY. Cate. My liege, the duke of Buckingham is taken,

(mond That is the best news ; That the earl of Rich. Is with a mighty power + landed at Milford, Is colder news, but yet they must be told. • Associates.

+ Force.


The last was I that felt thy tyranny;

Richm. 'Cry mercy, lords, and watchful geu. Ob in the battle think on Buckingham,

tleinen, And die in terror of thy guiltiness !

That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard bcre. Dieam on, dream on, of bloody deeds and Lords. How have you slept, my lord ? death;

Richm. The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding Fainting, despair; desparing, yield thy breath

dreams, I died for hope, ere I could lend thee aid : That ever enter'd in a drowsy head,

(T) RICHMOND. Have I since your departure bad, my lords. But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay'd: Methio'sght, their souls, whose bodies Richard God and good angels fight on Richuiond's

murder'd, side ;

Came to my tent, and cried-On! victory! And Ricbard falls in height of all his pride. I promise yon, my heart is very jocuud (The GHOSTS vanish. King RICHARD starts in the remembrance of so fair a dreain. out of his dream.

How far into the morning is it, lords : K. Rich. Give me another horse, --bind up Lords. Upon the stroke of finir. my wounds,

Richm. Why, then 'uis time to arm, and give Have mercy, Jesu !--Soft ; I did but dream.

direction. o coward conscience, how dost thou afflict

(He adrances to the froops. me !

More than I have said, loving countrymen, Tbe lights burn blue. It is now dead mid. The leisure and enforcement of the time uight.

Forbids to dwell oli. Yet remember this,Cold fearful drops stand on my trembliug flesh. God, and our good cause, tight upon our What do I fear? myself? there's none else

side ; by :

The prayers of holy saints, and wronged souls, Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I.

Like bigh-rear'd bulwarks, staud before our l, there a unurderer here ! No 1-Yes ; I am :

faces ; Then fly,- What, from myself? Great reason : Richard except, those whom we fight against Wby ?

Had rather have us win, than him they follow. Lest I revenge, What? Myself on myself?

For what is he they follow? truly, gendemen, I love mysell. Wherefore ? for any good, A bloody tyrant, and a homicide; That I myself bave done unto myself?

One rais'd in blood, and one in blood esta. O vo : alas, I rather bate myseli,

blish'd ; For bateful deeds committed by myself.

One that made mcans to come by wbat he I am a villain ; Yet I lie, I am not.

hath, Foul, of thyself speak well :--Fool, do not And slaughter'd those that were the means to datter.

help him : My conscience hath a thousand several tougues, A base foul stone, made precious by the foil And every tonguc brings in a several tale,

of England's chair, where he is falsely set; And every tale condemns me for a villain.

One that hath ever been God's enemy : Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree ; Then, if you tight against God's enemy, Murder, stenu murder, in the dir'st degree ; God will, in justice, ward + you as bis solAll several sins, all us'd in each degree;

diers ; Throng to the bar, crying all.-Guilty i guilty !!!! you do sweat to put a tyrant down, I shall despair.-There is no creature loves You sleep in peace, the tyraut being slain ; me :

If you do fight against your country's foes, And, if I die, no soul will pity me :

Your country's lat shall pay your pains the Nay, wberefore should they ? since that I my.

hire; l

If you do tight in safeguard of your wives, Find in myself no pity to myself.

Your wives shall welcome home the conMethought, the souls of all that I had mur.

querors ; der'd

If you do free your children from the sword, Came to my tent: and every one did threat Your children's children quit it in your age. To-norrow's vengeance on the head of Richard. Then in the name of God, and all these

rights, Enter Ratclire.

Advance your standards, draw your willing

swords. Rat. My lord,--K. Rich. Who's there?

For me, the rausom of my bold attempt Rat. Ratcliff, my lord; 'tis I. The early

Sball be this cold corpse on the earthi's cold village cock Hath twice done salutation to the morn;

But, if I thrive, the gain of my attempt Your friends are up, and buckle on their ar. Sound, drums and trumpets, boidly and cheer.

The least of you shall share bis part thereof. mour K. Rich. O Ratcliff, 1 have dream'd a fearful God and Saini George ! Richmond and victory!

fully : dream! What thinkest thou? will our friends prove

(Exeunt. all true?

Re-enter King RICHARD, RATCLIFF, atten. Rat. No doubt, my lord.

dants, and forces. K. Rich. Ratcliff, I fear, I fear,Kat. Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of sha

K. Rich. What said Northumberland, as touch

ing Richmond 1 dows. K. Rich. By the apostle Paul, sbadows to

Rat. That he was never trained up ip arms.

K. Rich. He said the truth: And what said night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard,

Surrey then Tban can tbe substance of ten thousand sol

Rat. He smild, and said the better for our diers,

purpose. Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond.

K. Rich. He was i'the right; and so, indeed,

it is. It is oot yet near day. Come, go with me ;

(Clock strikesi i'nder our tents I'll play the eaves-dropper,

Tell the clock there.--Give me a calendar. To hear, if any mean to shrink from me.

Who saw the sun to-day 1

Rat. Not I, my lord. (Exeunt King Richard, and RATCLIFF.

K. Rich. Then be disdains to shive ; for, by RICHxo3d wakes. Enter OXFORD and

the book, others.

• Throne.

| Guard Lords. Good morrow, Richmond.

* Requite,


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He should have brav'd the east an hour ago : Figbt, gentlemen of England I fight, bold yeo. A black day will it be to somebody.

men ! Ratcliff,

Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the bead! Rat. My lord ?

Spur your proud borses band, and ride ia K. Rich. The sun will not be seen to-day;

blood; The sky doth frown and lour upon our arıny ; Amaze the welkin with your broken staves ! I would, these dewy tears were from the ground.

Enter a MESSENGER. Not shine to-day! Why, what is that to me, What says lord Stanley ? will be bring his More than to Richmond ? for the self-same

power? heaven,

Mess. My lord, he dotb deny to come. That frowns ou me, looks sadly upon hiin. K. Rich. off instantly with his son George's

bead. Enter NORFOLK.

Nor. My lord, the enemy is passid the Nor. Arm, arm, my lord; the foe vaunts in

marsh ; the field.

After the baule let George Stanley die. K. Rich. Come, bustle, bustle ;-Caparison K. Rich. A thousand bearts are great within my horse ;

my bosoin : Call op lord Stanley, bid him bring his power :- Advance our standards, set upon our foes ; I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain,

Our ancient word of courage, fair

Saist And thus my battle shall be ordered.

George, My foreward shall be drawn out all in length,

Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons ! Consisting equally of horse and foot ;

Upon them! Victory sits on our belms. Our archers shall be placed in the unidst : John duke of Norfolk, Thomas earl of Surrey, Shall bave the leading of this foot and borse. SCENE IV.-Another part of the field. They thus directed, we ourself will follow In the main battle; whose puissance on either Alarum : Excursions. Enter NORFOLK and side

Forces ; to him CATESBY. Shall be well winged with our cbiefest horse.

Cate. Rescue, my lord of Norfolk, rescu, This, and Saint George to boot !- What think'st

rescue! thou, Norfolk ?

The king enacts more wonders than a man, Nor. A good direction, warlike sovereign. This found I on my tent tbis moruing.

Daring an opposite to every danger ;

His horse is slain, and all on foot he figbts,

(Giving a scroll. K. Rich. Jocky of Norfolk, be not too bold, Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost!

Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death:

(reads. For Dickon thy master, is bought and Alarum. Enter King RICHARD. sold.

R. Rich. A horse! a horse ! my kingdom for A thing devised by the enemy.

a horse ! Go, gentleinen, every inau unto his charge :

Cate. Withdraw, my lord, I'll help you to a Let not our babbling dreams affright our

horse. souls ; Conscience is but a word that cowards use,

K. Rich. Slave, i bave set my life apou a Devis'd at first to keep the strong in awe;


And I will stand the hazard of the dic: Our strong arms be our conscieuce, swords our i think there he six Richmonds in the odd; law.

Five have I slain to day, instead of bitn :March on, join bravely, let us to't pell-mell;

A horse ! a borse ! my kingdom for a borse; If not to heaven, then hand in band to bell. What shall I say more than I have inferr'd ?

(Eseunt. Remember whom you are to cope withal ;- Alarums. Enter King RICHARD and RickA sort I of vagabonds, rascals, and run-aways, A scum of Bretagues, and base lackey pea

MOND; and exeunt fighting. Retreat, exf

flourish. Then enter RICHMOND, STANLET, sants,

bearing the crown, with nirers other Lords, Whom their o'er-cloyed country vomits forth and Forces. To desperate ventures and assur'd destruction. You sleeping safe, they bring you to unrest; Richm. God and your arms be prais'd, victoYou having lands, and bless'd with beauteous

rious friends ; wives,

T'he day is ours, the bloody dog is dead. They would restrain the one, distain the other. Stan. Courageous Richmond, well bast thon And who doth lead them, but a paltry fellow,

acquit thee! Long kept io Bretagne at our mother's cost? Lo, bere, this loug-lisurped royalty, A milk-sop, one that never in his life

From the dead temples of this bloody wretcb Felt so much cold as over shoes in snow? Have I pluck'd off, to grace thy brows witbal; Let's whip these stragglers o'er the seas Wear it, enjoy it, and make much of it. again ;

Richm. Great God of heaven, say, Amen, to Lash hence these over-weening rags of France,

all :These fainish'd beggars, weary of their lives; But tell me first, is young George Stanley livWho, but for dreaining on this fond exploit,

ing 1 For want of means, poor rats, had baug'd them- Stan. He is, my lord, and safe in Leicester selves :

town ; If we be conquer'd, let men conquer us,

Wbither, if it please you, we may now withAnd not these bastard Bretagnes; whom our

draw us. fathers

Rich.n. What men of name are slain da Have in their own land beaten, bobb’d, and

either side ? thump'd,

Stan. Jobu duke of Norfolk, Walter lord And, on record, left them the heirs of shame.

Ferrers, Shall these enjoy our lands? lie with our Sir Robert Brakenbury, and Sir William Braswives?

don. Ravish our daughters ?-Hark, I hear their drom. Richm. Inter their bodies as becomes their

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Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers Bed,
• Made it splendid.

That in submission will return to us;
+ The ancient fainiliarization of Richard

. Fright the skies with the shivers of your lancem

and then, as we have ta’en the sacrament, And let their heirs, (God, if thy will be so,) We will unite the white rose with the red :- Enrich the time to come with sinoolh-fac'd Smile heaven upon this fair conjunction,

peace, Tbat joug hath frown'd upon their enmity ! With smiling plenty, and fair prosperous Wbat traitor bears me, and says not,- Amen?

days! England hath long been mad, and scarr'd her. Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord, self;

That would reduce these bloody days again, The brother blindly sbed the brother's blood, And make poor England weep in streams of The rather rashly slaughter'd his own son,

blood ! The son, compellid, becn butcher to the sire ; Let them not live to taste this land's increase, All this divided York and Lancaster,

That would with treason wound this fair land's Dirided, in their dire division.

peace! Oh! now let Richmond and Elizabeth,

Now civil wounds are stopp'd, peace lives again ; The true succeeders of each royal house, That she may long live bere, God say-Amen. By God's fair ordinance conjoin together i


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