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Slan. No, mighty liege; therefore mistrust | Unto the shore, to ask those on the banks, me not.

It they were his assistants, yea, or no; K. Rich. Where is thy power then, to beat Who answer'd him, they came from Bucking. him back?

Upon his party: he, mistrusting them, [ham Where be thy tenants, and thy followers? Hois'd sail, and made his course again for Are they not now upon the western shore,

Bretagne. Safe-conducting the rebels from their ships? K. Rich. March on, march on, since we are Stun. No, my good lord, my friends are in

up in arms; the north.

If not to fight with foreign enemies, K. Rich. Cold friends to me: what do they Yet to beat down these rebels here at home. in the north,

[west? When they should serve their sovereign in the

Enter CATESBY. Stan. They have not been commanded, Cate. My liege, the duke of Buckingham is mighty king :


(mond Pleaseth your majesty to give me leave, That is the best news; That the earl of Rich. I'll muster up my friends; and meet your grace, Is with a mighty power* landed at Milford, Where, and what time, your majesty shall Is colder news, but yet they must be told. please.

K. Rich. Away towards Salisbury; while we K. Rich. Ay, ay, thou wouldst be gone to

reason here, join with Richmond :

A royal battle might be won and lost:I will not trust you, Sir.

Some one take order, Buckingham be brought Stan. Most mighty sovereign,

To Salisbury ;-the rest march on with me. You have no cause to hold my friendship

(Exeunt. doubtful; I never was, nor never will be, false.

SCENE V.-A Room in Lord STANLEY'S K. Rich. Well, go, muster men. But, hear

House. you, leave behind

Enter STANLEY and Sir CHRISTOPHER Your son, George Stanley; look your heart be

Or else his head's assurance is but frail. (firm,
Stun. So deal with him, as I prove true to

Stan. Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this

from me

That, in the sty of this most bloody boar, Enter a MESSENGER.

My son George Stanley is frank'dí up in bold;

I revolt, off goes young George's head; Mess. My gracious sovereign, now in De- The fear of that withholds my present aid. vonshire,

But, tell me, where is princely Richmond nox' As I by friends am well advertised,

Chris. At Pembroke, or at Ka'rford-west, in Sir Edward Courtney, and the baughty prelate,

Wales. Bishop of Exeter, his elder brother,

Stan. What men of name resort to him? With many more confederates, are in arms. Chris. Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned sol

dier; Enter another MESSENGER.

Sir Gilbert Talbert, Sir William Stanley; 2 Mess. In Kent, my liege, the Guildfords Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, Sir James Blunt, are in arms;

And Rice ap Thomas, with a valiant crew; And every hour more competitors* [strong. And many other of great fame and worth: Flock to the rebels, and their power grows And towards London do they bend their course,

If by the way they be not fought withal.
Enter another MESSENGER.

Stan. Well, hie thee to thy lord ; commend 3 Mess. My lord, the army of great Buck

me to him; ingham,

Tell him, the queen hath heartily consented K. Rich. Out on ye, owls! nothing but songs He shall espouse Elizabeth her daughter. of death?

[He strikes him. These letters will resolve him of my mind. There, take thou that, till thou bring better Farewell. (Gires papers to Sir CHRISTOPHER.

[Exeuni. 3 Mess. The news I have to tell your ma

Is,—that, by sudden floods and fall of waters, SCENE 1.-Salisbury.-- An open place.
Buckingham's army is dispers’d and scatter'd; Enter the Sheriff, and Guard, with BUCKING-
And he himself wander'd away alone,

HAM, led io execution.
No man knows whither.
K. Rich. O, I cry you mercy:

Buck. Will not king Richard let me spcak

with him? There is my purse to cure ihat blow of thine. Hath any well-advised friend proclaim'd

Sher. No, my good lord; therefore be patient. Reward to him that brings the traitor in ?

Buck. Hastings, and Edward's children, 3 Mess. Such proclamation hath been made, Holy king Henry, and thy fair son Edward,

Rivers, Grey,
my liege.

Vaughan, and all that have miscarried
Enter another MESSENGER.

By underhand corrupted foul injustice; 4 Mess. Sir Thomas Lovel, and lord marquis Do through the clouds behold this present hour,

If that your moody discontented souls Dorset, "T'is said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms.

Even for revenge mock my destruction! But this good comfort bring I to your high- This is All-Souls' day, fellows, is it not?

ness,The Bretagne navy is dispers’d by tempest:

Buck. Why, then All-Souls' day is my body's Richmond, in Dorsetshire, sent out a boat


* Force. + Chaplain to the countess of Richmond. Associates

1 A sty in which hogs are set apart for fattening


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his is the day, which, in king Edward's time, K. Rich. Up with my tent: Hero will I lie wish'd inight fall on me, when I was found

to-night; False to his children, or his wife's allies :

[Soldiers begin to set up the king's tent. This is the day, wherein I wish'd to fall But where, to-morrow ?-Well, all's one for By the false faith of him whom most I trusted;

that.This, this All-Souls' day to my fearful soul, Who bath descried the number of the traitors ? Is the determin'd respite of my wrongs.*

Nor. Six or seven thousand is their utmost That high All-seer which I dallied with,

power. Hath turned my feigned prayer on my head, K. Rich. Why, our battalia trebles that acAnd given in earnest what I begg'd in jest.

count: Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men Besides, the king's pame is a tower of surength, To turn their own points on their masters' Which they upon the adverse faction want. bosoms :

[neck, Up with the tent.-Come, noble gentlemen, Thus Margaret's curse falls heavy on my Let us survey the vantage of the ground;When he, quoth she, shall split thy heart with Call for some men of sound direction :sorrow,

Let's want no discipline, make no delay; Remember Margaret was a prophetess.- Por, lords, to morrow is a busy day. [Exeunt. Come, Sirs, convey me to the block of shame; Wrong bath but wrong, and blame the due of Enter, on the other side of the field, RICHMOND, blame. (Exeunt BUCKINGHAM, &c.


Lords. Some of the soldiers pitch RICHMOND'S SCENE II.-Plain near Tamuorth.

tent. Enter, with drum and colours, RICHMOND, Ox- And, by the bright track of his fiery car, (set,

Richm. The weary sun hath made a golden FORD, Sir JAMES BLUNT, Sir Walter Her. Gives token of a goodly day to morrow. BERT, and others, with forces, marching.

Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my stan. Richm. Fellows in arms, and my most loving

dard. friends,

Give me some ink and paper in my tent;Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny,

I'll draw the form and model of our battle, Thus far into the bowels of the land

Limit* each leader to his several charge, Have we march'd on without impediment ; And part in just proportion our small power. And here receive we from our father Stanley My lord of Oxford, -you, Sir William BranLines of fair comfort and encouragement.

don,The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar, And you, Sir Walter Herbert, stay with me: That spoil'd your summer fields, and fruitful The earl of Pembroke keepst his regiment; vines,

Good captain Blunt, bear my good night to Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes him, his trough

And by the second hour in the morning In your emboweli'd bosoms, this foul swine Desire the earl to see me in my tent: Lies now even in the centre of this isle, Yet one thing more, good captain, do for me ; Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn : Where is lord Stanley quarter'd, do you know? From Tamworth thither, is butóne day's march. Blunt. Unless I have mista'en his colours In God's pame, cheerly on, courageous friends,

much, To reap the harvest of perpetual peace (Which, well I am assur'd, I have not done,) By this one bloody trial of sharp war.

His regiment lies half a mile at least Oxf. Every man's conscience is a thousand South from the mighty power of the king. swords,

Richm. If without peril it be possible, To fight against that bloody homicide. Sweet Blunt, make good some means to speak Herb. I doubt not, but his friends will turn

with him, to us.

And give him from me this most needful note. Blunt. He hath no friends, but who are Blunt. Upon my life, my lord, I'll undertake friends for fear;

it; Which, in his dearest need, will fly from him. And so, God give you quiet rest to-night! Richm. All for our vantage. Then, in God's Richm. Good night, good captain Blunt. name, march:


Come, gentlemen, True hope is swist, and flies with swallow's Let us consult upon to-morrow's business; Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures | In to my tent, the air is raw and cold. kings. [Exeunt.

[They withdraw into the Tent. SCENE NI.-Bosworth Field. Enter, to his Tent, King RichARD, NORFOLK,

RATCLIFF, and CATESBY. Enter King RICHARD, and forces; the Duke of

K. Rich. What is't o'clock?
NORFOLK, Earl of SURREY, and others.

Cute. It's supper time, my lord :
K. Rich. Here pitch our tents, even here in It's nine o'clock.
Bosworth field.-

K. Rich. I will not sup to-night.-
My lord of Surrey, why look you so sad ? Give me some ink and paper.-
Sur. My heart is ten times lighter than my What, is my beaver easier than it was ?-

And all my armour laid into my tent? K. Rich. My lord of Norfolk,

Cate. It is, my liege; and all things are in Nor. Here, most gracious liege.

readiness. K. Rich, Norfolk, we must have knocks; K. Rich. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy Ha! must we not?

charge; Nor. We must both give and take, my lov. Use careful watch, choose trusty sentinels. ing lord,

Nor. I go, my lord. * Injurious practices.

* Appoint

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(ACT Y. K. Rich. Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle | Once more good night, kind lords and gentle.

Nor, I warrant you, my lord.


[Exeunt Lords, &c. with Stanley. K. Rich. Ratcliff,

O Thou! whose captain I account myself,
Rat. My lord?

Look on my forces with a gracious eye;
K. Rich. Send out a pursuivant at arms Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath,
To Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his That they may crush down with a beavy fall

The usurping helmets of our adversaries?
Before sun-rising, lest his son George fall Make us thy

ministers of chastisement, Into the blind cave of eternal night.

That we may praise thee in thy victory! Fill me a bowl of wine.-Give me a watch:-To Thee I do commend my watchful soul,

[To CATESBY. Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes; Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow.- Sleeping, and waking, O, defend me still! Look that my stavest be sound, and not too

(Sleeps. heavy. Ratcliff,

The Ghost of Prince EDWARD, son to HENRY Rat. My lord?

the sixth, rises between the two tents. K. Rich. Saw'st thou the melancholy lord Northumberland ?

Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul toRat. Thomas the earl of Surrey, and himself, Think, how thou stab’dst me in my prime of


[To King RICHARD. Much about cock-shutt time, from troop troop,


youth Went through the army, cheering up the sol: At Tewksbury; Despair therefore, and die!K. Rich. am satisfied. Give me a bowl of Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wronged souls wine:

Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf: I have not that alacrity of spirit,

King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thee.
Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have.-
So, set it down. Is ink and paper ready?

The Ghost of King HENRY the sixth rises.
Rat. It is, my lord.
K. Rich. Bid my guard watch; leave me.

Ghost. When I was mortal, my anointed About the mid of night, come to


[To King RICHARD. tent And help to arm me.- Leave me,

By thee was punched full of deadly holes: (King Richard retires into his Tent. Exeunt Think on the Tower, and me; Despair, and

die; Ratcliff und CATESBY.

Harry the sixth bids thee despair and die.

Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror! RICHMOND's Tent opens, and discovers him,

(To RICHMOND. and his officers, &c.

Harry, that prophesy'd thou should'st be kjog, Enter STANLEY.

Doth comfort thee in thy sleep; Live, and

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

The Ghost of CLARENCE rises. afford, Be to thy person, noble father-in-law!

Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy_soul toTell me, how fares our loving mother?


{To King RICHARD. Stan. I, by attorney,g bless thee from thy I, that was wash'd to death with fulsome mother,

wine, Who prays continually for Richmond's good; Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death! So much for that.-The silent hours steal on,

To-morrow in the battle think on me, And flaky darkness breaks within the east.

And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair, and In brief, for so the season bids us be,

die! Prepare thy battle early in the morning;

Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster, And put thy fortune to the arbitrement

[To RICHMOND. Of bloody strokes, and mortal-staring war.

The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee; I, as I may, (that which I would, I cannot,)

Good angels guard thy battle! Live, and With best advantage will deceive the time,

flourish! And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms: But on thy side I may not be too forward,

The Ghosts of Rivers, Grey, and VAUGHAN, Lest, being seen, thy brother, tender George Be executed in his father's sight:

Riv. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow, Farewell: The leisure and the fearful time

[To King RICHARD. Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love,

Rivers, that died at Pomfret! Despair, and And ample interchange of sweet discourse,

die! Which so long sunder'd friends should dwell Grey. Think upon Grey, and let_thy soul upon;

despair! (To King RICHARD. God give us leisure for these rites of love! Vaugh. Think upon Vaughan; and, with Once more, adieu :-Be valiant, and speed

guilty fear, weil !

Let fall ihy lance ! Despair, and die !Richm. Good lords, conduct him to his regi

(To King RICHARD. ment;


AU. Awake! and think, our wrongs in RichI'll strive, with troubled thoughts, to take a

ard's bosom

(To RICHMOND, Lest leaden slumber peise | me down to-mor. Will conqaer bin ;-awake, and win the day! When I should mount with wings of victory:

The Ghost of Hastings rises.

Ghost. Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake; * A watch-light. Wood of the lances. Twilight.

(To King RICHARD. Deputation.

li Weigh. And in a bloody battle end thy days!



me ;

Think on lord Hastings; and despair, and Throng to the bar, crying all,-Guilty! guilty! die !

I shall despair. There is no creature loves Quiet untroubled soul, awake, awake!

[To RICHMOND. And, if I die, no soul will pity me:Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's Nay, wherefore should they? "since that I my. sake!

Find in myself no pity to myself. (self

Methought, the souls of all that I had murder'd The Ghosts of the two young PRINCEs rise.

Came to my tent: and every one did threat Ghosts. Dream on thy cousins smother'd in To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard.

the Tower; Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard,

Enter RATCLIFF. And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and Rat. My lord,death!

K. Rich. Who's there? Thy nephews' souls bid thee despair, and die.- Rat. Ratcliff, my lord ; 'tis I. The early vilSleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake

lage cock in joy;

Hath twice done salutation to the morn; Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy! | Your friends are up, and buckle on their arLive, and beget a happy race of kings!

mour. Edward's unhappy sons do bid thee flourish. K. Rich. O, Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fear

ful dream!

(true? The Ghost of Queen ANNE rises.

What thinkest thou ? will our friends prove all

Rat. No doubt, my lord.
Ghost. Richard, thy wife, that wretched K. Rich. Ratcliff, I fear, I fear,-
Anne thy wife,

Rat. Nay, good' my lord, be not afraid of That never slept a quiet hour with thee,

shadows. Now fills thy sleep with perturbations:

K. Rich. By the apostle Paul, shadows toTo-morrow in the battle think on me,

night And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair, and Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard, die !

Than can the substance of ten thousand solThou, quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep;


[TO RICHMOND. Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond. Dream of success and happy victory;

It is not yet near day. Come, go with me; Thy adversary's wife doth pray for thee. Under our tents I'll play the eaves-dropper,

To hear, if any mean to shrink from me.
The Ghost of BUCKINGHAM rises.

(Exeunt King RICHARD and RATCLIFF. Ghost. The first was I, that help'd thee to RICHMOND wakes. Enter OXFORD and others. the crown;

[To King RICHARD. Lords. Good morrow, Richmond. The last was I that felt thy tyranny:

Richm. 'Cry mercy, lords, and watchful gen0, in the battle think on Buckingham,

tlemen, And die in terror of thy guiltiness!

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


Richm. The sweetest sleep, and fairest-bodFainting, despair; despairing, yield. thy ing dreams, I died for hope, ere I could lend thee aid: That ever enter'd in a drowsy head,

(To Richmond. Have I since your departure had, my lords. But cheer thy heart, and be thou not disınay’d: Methought, their souls, whose bodies Richard God, and good angels, fight on Richmond's murder'd, side;

Came to my tent, and cried-On! victory! And Richard falls in height of all his pride. I promise you, my heart is very jocund [The Ghosts vanish. King RICHARD starts In the remembrance of so fair a dream. 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 four. my wounds,

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

direction.-[He advances to the troops. O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict More than I have said, loving countrymen, me!

[night. The leisure and enforcement of the time The lights burn blue.-It is now dead mid- Forbids to dwell on. Yet remember this, Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. God, and our good cause, fight upon our side; What do I fear? myself? there's pone else by: The prayers of holy saints, and wronged souls, Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I. Like high-rear'd bulwarks, stand before our Is there a murderer here? No ;-Yes; I am:

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

Had rather have us win, than him they follow, Lest I revenge. What? Myself on myself? For what is he they follow? truly, gentlemen, I love myself. Wherefore?" for any good, A bloody tyrant, and a homicide; (blish'd; That I myself have done unto myself? One rais'd in blood, and one in blood esta. 0, no: alas, I rather hate myself,

One that made means to come by what he hath, For hateful deeds committed by myself. And slaughter'd those that were the means to I am a villain : Yet I lie, I am not. [ter.

help him ; Fool, of thyself speak well:-Fool, do not fat. A base foul stone, made precious by the foil My conscience hath a thousard several tongues, Of England's chair,* where he is falsely set; And every tongue brings in a several tale, One that hath ever been God's enemy : And every tale condemns me for a villain. Then, if you fight against God's enemy, Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree, God will, in justice, ward+ you as bis soldiers; Murder, stern murder, in the dir’st degree ; All several sins, all us'd in each degree;


* Throne.

If you do sweat to put a tyrant down, A thing devised by the enemy:-,
You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain; Go, gentlemen, every man unto his charge:
If you do fight against your country's foes, Let not our babbling dreams aflright our souls
l'our country's fat shall pay your pains the Conscience is but a word that cowards use,

Devis'd at first to keep the strong in awe;
If you do fight in safeguard of your wives, Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our
Your wives shall welcome home the con-

querors ;

March on, join bravely, let us to't pell-mell; If you do free your children from the sword, If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell. Your children's children quit it in your age. What shall I say more than I have ipferr'd Then in the name of God, and all these rights, Remember whom you are to cope withal;Advance your standards, draw your willing A sort* of vagabonds, rascals, and run-aways, swords;

A scum of Bretagnes, and base lackey peasants, For me, the ransom of my bold attempt Whom their o'er-cloyed country, vomits forth Shall be this cold corpse on the earth's cold To desperate ventures and assur'd destruction But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt [face; You sleeping safe, they bring you to unrest; The least of you shall share his part thereof. You having lands, and bless d with beauteous Sound, drunis and trumpets, boldly and cheer

wives, fully;

They would restrain the one, distain the other. God, and Saint George! Richmond, and vic- And who doth lead them, but a paltry fellow, tory!

(Exeunt. Long kept in Bretagne at our niother's cost? Re-enter King RICHARD, RATCLIFF, Allendants, felt so much cold as over shoes in snow? and forces.

Let's whip these stragglers o'er the seas again; K. Rich. What said Northumberland, as Lash hence these over-weening rags of France, touching Richmond ?

These famish'd beggars, weary of their lives;
Rat. That he was never trained up in arms,
K. Rich. He said the truth: And what said For want of means, 'poor rats, had hang'd

Who, but for dreaming on this fond exploit,
Surrey then ?

themselves :
Rat. He smil'd and said, the better for our If we be conquer'd, let men conquer us,

And not these bastard Bretagnes; whom our
K. Rich. He was i'the right; and so, indeed,


(thump'd, it is.

(Clock strikes. Have in their own land beaten, bobb'd, and Tell the clock there.-Give me a calendar.

And, on record, left them the heirs of shame. Who saw the sun to-day?

Shall these enjoy our lands ? lie with our wives? Rut. Not I, my lord.

Ravish our daughters ?-Hark, I hear their K. Rich. Then he disdains to shine ; for, by


(Druin afar of: the book,

Fight, gentlemen of England! fight, bold yeoHe should have brav’dt the east an hour ago:

men! A black day will it be to somebody.

Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head Ratcliff,

Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood; Rut. My lord ?

Amaze the welkin with your broken staves ! K. Rich. The sun will not be seen to-day; The sky doth frown and lour upon our army,

Enter u MESSENGER. I would, these dewy tears were from the ground. What says lord Stanley ? will he bring b Not shine to-day! Why, what is that to me, More than to Richmond ? for the self-same

Ness. My lord, he doth deny to come. heaven, That frowns on me, looks sadly upon him.

K. Rich. Off instantly with his sop George's

head. Enler NORFOLK.

Nor. My lord, the enemy is pass'd the marsh Nor. Arm, arm, my lord; the foe vaunts in After the battle let George Stanley die.

K. Rich. A thousand hearts are great within the field. K. Rich. Come, bustle, bustle ;-Caparison Advance our standards, set upon our foes;

my bosom: my horse ;Call uplorú Stanley, bid him bring his power:

Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain,

George, And thus my battle shall be ordered.

Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons ! My foreward shall be drawn out all in length, Upon them! Victory sits on our helms. Consisting equally of horse and foot;

(Exeunt, Qur archers shall be placed in the midst:

SCENE IV.-Another part of the field.
John duke of Norfolk, Thomas earl of Surrey,
Shall have the leading of this foot and horse.

Alarum: Excursions. Enter NORFOLK, and They thus directed, we ourself will follow

Forces ; lo him Catesey. In the main battle; whose puissance on either Cate. Rescue, my lord of Norfolk, rescue. side

rescue! Shall be well winged with our chiefest horse. The king enacts more wonders than a man, This, and Saint George to boot!- What think'st Paripg an opposite to every danger; thou, Norfolk ?

His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights, Nor. A good direction, warlike sovereign.-Seeking for Richmond in the throat or dealt This found I on my tent this morning. Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost!

[Giving a scroll. K. Rich. Jocky of Norfolk, be not too boli,

Alurum. Enter King RICHARD.

(reads. For Dickont thy master is bought and sold.

K. Rich. A horse! a horse! my kingdom for

a horse! • Requite.

+ Made it splendid. * Company. The ancient familiarization of Richard.

+ Fright the skies with the shivers of your lances


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