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Stan. No, mighty liege; therefore mistrust | Unto the shore, to ask those on the banks,
K. Rich. Where is thy power then, to beat him back?
Where be thy tenants, and thy followers?
K. Rich. Cold friends to me: what do they in the north, [west? When they should serve their sovereign in the Stan. They have not been commanded, mighty king:
Pleaseth your majesty to give me leave,
K. Rich. Ay, ay, thou wouldst be gone to join with Richmond:
I will not trust you, Sir.
Stan. Most mighty sovereign,
You have no cause to hold my friendship doubtful;
I never was, nor never will be, false.
K. Rich. Well, go, muster men. But, hear you, leave behind
Your son, George Stanley; look your heart be Or else his head's assurance is but frail. [firm, Stan. So deal with him, as I prove true to you. [Exit STANLEY.
Enter a MESSENGER.
If they were his assistants, yea, or no;
K. Rich. March on, march on, since we are up in arms;
If not to fight with foreign enemies,
Cate. My liege, the duke of Buckingham is taken, [mond That is the best news; That the earl of RichIs with a mighty power landed at Milford, Is colder news, but yet they must be told.
K. Rich. Away towards Salisbury; while we reason here,
A royal battle might be won and lost:-
SCENE V.-A Room in Lord STANLEY'S
Enter STANLEY and Sir CHRISTOPHER
Stan. Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this
That, in the sty of this most bloody boar,
Mess. My gracious sovereign, now in De- The fear of that withholds my present aid.
As I by friends am well advertised,
Sir Edward Courtney, and the haughty prelate,
Enter another MESSENGER.
2 Mess. In Kent, my liege, the Guildfords are in arms;
And every hour more competitors [strong. Flock to the rebels, and their power grows
Enter another MESSENGER.
3 Mess. My lord, the army of great Buckingham
K. Rich. Out on ye, owls! nothing but songs of death? [He strikes him. There, take thou that, till thou bring better
3 Mess. The news I have to tell your majesty,
Is,-that, by sudden floods and fall of waters,
But, tell me, where is princely Richmond now Chris. At Pembroke, or at Ha'rford-west, in
Stan. What men of name resort to him? Chris. Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned sol
Sir Gilbert Talbert, Sir William Stanley;
Stan. Well, hie thee to thy lord; commend Tell him, the queen hath heartily consented me to him; He shall espouse Elizabeth her daughter. These letters will resolve him of my mind. Farewell. [Gives papers to Sir CHRISTOPHER. [Exeunt.
SCENE I.-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,
No man knows whither.
K. Rich. O, I cry you mercy:
There is my purse to cure that blow of thine. Hath any well-advised friend proclaim'd Reward to him that brings the traitor in? 3 Mess. Such proclamation hath been made, my liege.
Enter another MESSENGER.
4 Mess. Sir Thomas Lovel, and lord marquis Dorset,
"Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms. But this good comfort bring I to your high
The Bretagne navy is dispers'd by tempest: Richmond, in Dorsetshire, sent out a boat
HAM, led to execution.
Sher. No, my good lord; therefore be patient. Buck. Hastings, and Edward's children Holy king Henry, and thy fair son Edward, Rivers, Grey, Vaughan, and all that have miscarried By underhand corrupted foul injustice; Do through the clouds behold this present hour, If that your moody discontented souls Even for revenge mock my destruction! This is All-Souls' day, fellows, is it not? Sher. It is, my lord."
Buck. Why, then All-Souls' day is my body's doomsday.
* Force. +Chaplain to the countess of Richmond. ↑ A sty in which hogs are set apart for fattening.
his is the day, which, in king Edward's time, i wish'd night fall on me, when I was found False to his children, or his wife's allies: This is the day, wherein I wish'd to fall By the false faith of him whom most I trusted; This, this All-Souls' day to my fearful soul, Is the determin'd respite of my wrongs.* That high All-seer which I dallied with, Hath turned my feigned prayer on my head, And given in earnest what I begg'd in jest. Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men To turn their own points on their masters' bosoms: [neck,Thus Margaret's curse falls heavy on my When he, quoth she, shall split thy heart with
Remember Margaret was a prophetess.-
blame. [Exeunt BUCKINGHAM, &c.
SCENE II.-Plain near Tamworth.
Enter, with drum and colours, RICHMOND, OX-
Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny,
Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his trough
In your embowell'd bosoms, this foul swine
Oxf. Every man's conscience is a thousand swords,
To fight against that bloody homicide.
Herb. I doubt not, but his friends will turn
Blunt. He hath no friends, but who are friends for fear;
Which, in his dearest need, will fly from him. Richm. All for our vantage. Then, in God's [wings, name, march: True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. [Exeunt.
SCENE III.-Bosworth Field. Enter King RICHARD, and forces; the Duke of NORFOLK, Earl of SURREY, and others.
K. Rich. Here pitch our tents, even here in Bosworth field.
My lord of Surrey, why look you so sad?
K. Rich. My lord of Norfolk,-
K. Rich, Norfolk, we must have knocks;
Nor. We must both give and take, my lov-
* Injurious practices.
Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength,
And, by the bright track of his fiery car, [set,
Give me some ink and paper in my tent;-
And you, Sir Walter Herbert, stay with me:
And by the second hour in the morning
(Which, well I am assur'd, I have not done,) His regiment lies half a mile at least South from the mighty power of the king.
Richm. If without peril it be possible, Sweet Blunt, make good some means to speak with him,
And give him from me this most needful note. Blunt. Upon my life, my lord, I'll undertake
And so, God give you quiet rest to-night!
Let us consult upon to-morrow's business;
[They withdraw into the Tent, Enter, to his Tent, King RICHARD, NORFOLK, RATCLIFF, and CATESBY.
K. Rich. What is't o'clock?
K. Rich. I will not sup to-night.—
Cate. It is, my liege; and all things are in readiness.
K. Rich. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge;
Use careful watch, choose trusty sentinels.
KING RICHARD III.
K. Rich. Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle | Once more good night, kind lords and gentle-
Nor. I warrant you, my lord.
K. Rich. Ratcliff,
Rat. My lord?
K. Rich. Send out a pursuivant at arms
Before sun-rising, lest his son George fall
Rat. My lord?
K. Rich. Saw'st thou the melancholy lord
Rat. Thomas the earl of Surrcy, and himself,
I have not that alacrity of spirit,
Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have.-
K. Rich. Bid my guard watch; leave me. About the mid of night, come to And help to arm me.-Leave me, "Y [King RICHARD retires into his Tent. Exeunt
RATCLIFF and CATESBY.
RICHMOND'S Tent opens, and discovers him,
Stan. Fortune and victory sit on thy helm!
Be to thy person, noble father-in-law!
Stan. I, by attorney, bless thee from thy
Who prays continually for Richmond's good;
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; I'll strive, with troubled thoughts, to take a [nap; Lest leaden slumber peise|| me down to-mor
When I should mount with wings of victory:
A watch-light. Wood of the lances.
O Thou! whose captain I account myself,
The GHOST of Prince EDWARD, son to HENRY the sixth, rises between the two tents.
Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-
At Tewksbury; Despair therefore, and die!-
The GHOST of King HENRY the sixth rises.
Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death!
And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair, and
Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster, The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee; [To RICHMOND. Good angels guard thy battle! Live, and flourish!
The GHOSTS of RIVERS, GREY, and VAUGHAN,
Riv. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow, Rivers, that died at Pomfret! Despair, and [To King RICHARD. die!
Grey. Think upon Grey, and let thy soul
Let fall thy lance! Despair, and die!—
All. Awake! and think, our wrongs in Rich-
The GHOST of HASTINGS rises.
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. 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 death!
Thy nephews' souls bid thee despair, and die.—
Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy!
The GHOST of Queen ANNE rises.
Ghost. Richard, thy wife, that wretched
That never slept a quiet hour with thee,
Thou, quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep;
The GHOST of BUCKINGHAM rises.
And Richard falls in height of all his pride.
K. Rich. Give me another horse,-bind up
Have mercy, Jesu!-Soft; I did but dream.-
Is there a murderer here? No;-Yes; I am:
Lest I revenge. What? Myself on myself?
And, if I die, no soul will pity me:-
Rat. My lord,
K. Rich. Who's there?
Rat. Ratcliff, my lord; 'tis I. The early vil-
Hath twice done salutation to the morn;
K. Rich. O, Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fearful dream!
[true? What thinkest thou? will our friends prove all Rat. No doubt, my lord.
K. Rich. Ratcliff, I fear, I fear,
Rat. Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of shadows.
K. Rich. By the apostle Paul, shadows tonight
Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard,
Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond.
[Exeunt King RICHARD and RATCLIFF. RICHMOND wakes. Enter OXFORD and others. Lords. Good morrow, Richmond.
Richm. 'Cry mercy, lords, and watchful gen-
That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard here.
That ever enter'd in a drowsy head,
Came to my tent, and cried-On! victory!
direction.-[He advances to the troops.
Richard except, those, whom we fight against,
A base foul stone, made precious by the foil
If 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, four 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,
For me, the ransom of my bold attempt
God, and Saint George! Richmond, and vic-
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? Rat. Not I, my lord.
K. Rich. Then he disdains to shine; for, by the book,
He should have brav'dt the east an hour ago: A black day will it be to somebody.— Ratcliff,
K. Rich. Come, bustle, bustle;—Caparison my horse;
Call up lord Stanley, bid him bring his power:-
My foreward shall be drawn out all in length,
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 our 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
They would restrain the one, distain the other.
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, 1 hear their drum. [Drum afar of Fight, gentlemen of England! night, bold yeo
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.
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,
His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights,