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'Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms. SCENE V. - A Room in Lord Stanley's House. But this good comfort bring I to your high
Enter Stanley, and Sir CHRISTOPHER URSWICK. 5 ness, The Bretagne navy is dispers’d by tempests:
Stan. Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this from Richmond, in Dorsetshire, sent out a boat Unto the shore, to ask those on the banks,
That, in the sty of this most bloody boar, If they were his assistants, yea, or no;
My son George Stanley is frank'd 6 up in hold; Who answer'd him, they came from Buckingham If I revolt, off goes young George's head; Upon his party; he, mistrusting them,
The fear of that withholds my present aid. Hois'd sail, and made his course again for Bre- But, tell me, where is princely Richmond now? tagne.
Chris. At Pembroke, or at Ha'rford-west, in K. Rich. March on, march on, since we are up
Wales. in arms;
Stan. What men of name resort to him ? If not to fight with foreign enemies,
Chris. Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned soldier ; Yet to beat down these rebels here at home.
Sir Gilbert Talbot, sir William Stanley;
Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, sir James Blunt, Enter CATESBY.
And Rice ap Thomas, with a valiant crew; Cate. My liege, the duke of Buckingham is taken, And many other of great fame and worth : That is the best news; That the earl of Richmond And towards London do they bend their course, Is with a mighty power landed at Milford,
If by the way they be not fought withal. Is colder news, but yet they must be told.
Stan. Well, hie thee to thy lord; commend me to K. Rich. Away towards Salisbury; while we reason here,
Tell him, the queen hath heartily consented A royal battle might be won and lost:
He shall espouse Elizabeth her daughter. Some one take order, Buckingham be brought These letters will resolve him of my mind. To Salisbury; - the rest march on with me.
Farewell. (Gives Papers to Sir CHRISTOPHER. (Ereunt.
SCENE 1.- Salisbury. An open Place.
SCENE II. - Plain near Tamworth. Enter the Sheriff, and Guard, with BUCKINGHAM, Enter, with Drum amd Colours, RICHMOND, OXFORD, led to Execution.
Sir James BLUNT, Sir WALTER HERBERT, and Buck. Will not king Richard let me speak with him? others, with Forces, marching. Sher. No, my good lord; therefore be patient. Richm. Fellows in arms, and my most loving Buck. Hastings, and Edward's children, Rivers,
Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny, Holy king Henry, and thy fair son Edward, Thus far into the bowels of the land Vaughan, and all that have miscarried
Have we march'd on without impediment; By underhand corrupted foul injustice;
And here receive we from our father Stanley If that your moody discontented souls
Lines of fair comfort and encouragement. Do through the clouds behold this present hour The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar, Even for revenge mock my destruction !
That spoil'd your summer fields, and fruitful vines, This is All-Soul's day, fellows, is it not?
Lies now even in the center of this isle, Sher. It is, my lord.
Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn : Buck. Why, then All-Souls' day is my body's From Tamworth thither, is but one day's march. doomsday.
In God's name, cheerly on, courageous friends, This is the day, which, in king Edward's time, To reap the harvest of perpetual peace I wish'd might fall on me, when I was found By this one bloody trial of sharp war. False to his children, or his wife's allies :
Oxf. Every man's conscience is a thousand swords, This is the day, wherein I wish'd to fall
To fight against that bloody homicide. By the false faith of him whom most I trusted; Herb. I doubt not, but his friends will turn to us. This, this All-Souls' day to my fearful soul,
Blunt. He hath no friends, but who are friends Is the determined respite of my wrongs.
for fear; That high All-seer which I dallied with,
Which, in his dearest need, will fly from him. Hath turned my feigned prayer on my head,
Richm. All for our vantage. Then, in God's name, And given in earnest what I begg’d in jest.
(Eseunt. Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men To turn their own points on their masters' bosoms:
SCENE III. — Bosworth Field. Thus Margaret's curse falls heavy on my neck, Enter King RICHARD, and Forces; the Duke or When he, quoth she, shall split thy heart with sorrow, NORFOLK, EARL OF SURREY, and others. Remember Margaret was a prophetess.
K. Rich. Here pitch our tents, even here in Bos Come, sirs, convey me to the block of shame;
worth field. Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame. My lord of Surrey, why look you so sad ?
(Ereunt BuckinghAJ, f:c. 5 Chaplain to the countess of Richmond. * Injurious practices.
6 A frank is a sty in which hogs are fattoned
Sur. My heart is ten times lighter than my looks. K. Rich. Sir with the lark to-morrow, gentle
Rat. My lord ?
Before sun-rising, lest his son George fall
[To Catesby. Nor. Six or seven thousand is their utmost power. Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow.
K. Rich. Why, our battalia trebles that account: Look that my staves 8 be sound, and not too heavy.
Rat. My lord ?
Rat. Thomas the earl of Surrey, and himself, Let's want no discipline, make no delay;
Much about cock-shut 9 time, from troop to troop
K. Rich. I am satisfied. Give me a bowl of wine:
Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have,
Richm. The weary sun hath made a golden set, Rat. It is, my lord.
K. Rich. Bid my guard watch; leave me.
About the mid of night, come to my tent,
- Leave me, I say.
(King Richard retires into his Tent. Exeunt I'll draw the form and model of our battle,
RATCLIFF and CATESBY.
Richmond's Tent opens, and discovers him, and his My lord of Oxford,
Officers, &c. - you, sir William Brandon. And you, sir Walter Herbert, stay with me:
Enter STANLEY. The carl of Pembroke keeps his regiment;
Stan. Fortune and victory sit on thy helm ! Good captain Blunt, bear my good night to him, Richm. All comfort that the dark night can afford, And by the second hour in the morning
Be to thy person, noble father-in-law! Desire the earl to see me in my tent:
Tell me, how fares our loving mother? Yet one thing more, good captain, do for me; Stan. I, by attorney, bless thee from thy mother, Where is lord Stanley quarter'd, do you know? Who prays continually for Richmond's good :
Blunt. Unless I have mista'en his colours much, So much for that. — The silent hours steal on, (Which, well I am assur'd, I have not done,) And flaky darkness breaks within the east. His regiment lies half a mile at least
In brief, for so the season bids us be,
Prepare thy battle early in the morning;
And put thy fortune to the arbitrement Sweet Blunt, make some good means to speak with Of bloody strokes, and mortal-staring war. him,
I, as I may, (that which I would, I cannot,) And give him from me this most needful note. With best advantage will deceive the time,
Blunt. Upon my life, my lord, I'll undertake it; And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms: And so, heaven give you quiet rest to night! But on thy side I may not be too forward, Richm. Good night, good captain Blunt. Come, Lest, being seen, thy brother tender George gentlemen,
Be executed in his father's sight. Let us consult upon to-morrow's business;
Farewell: The leisure and the fearful time In to my tent, the air is raw and cold.
Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love, [They withdraw into the Tent.
And ample interchange of sweet discourse, Enter, to his Tent, King Richard, Norfolk, Which so long-sunder’d friends should dwell upon; Ratcliff, and Catesby.
Heaven give us leisure for these friendly rites !
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; It's nine o'clock.
Lest leaden slumber peise me down to-morrow, K. Rich. I will not sup to-night.
When I should mount with wings of victory: Give me some ink and paper.
Once more, good night, kind lords and gentlemen. What, is my beaver easier than it was? -
(Ereunt Lords, fc. with Stanley. And all my armour laid into my tent ?
O Thou! whose captain I account myself,
Look on my forces with a gracious eye ;
Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath, K. Rich. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge; That they may crush down with a heavy fall Use careful watch, choose trusty sentinels.
7 A watch-light.
8 Wool of the lances. Nor. I go, my lord.
The usurping helmets of our adversaries!
Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake in joy; Make us thy ministers of chastisement,
Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy! That we may praise thee in thy victory!
Live, and beget a happy race of kings!
Edward's unhappy sons do bid thee flourish.
The Ghost of Queen Anne riscs.
Ghost. Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne The Ghost of Prince Edward, son to Henry THE
thy wife, Sixth, rises between the two Tents.
That never slept a quiet hour with thee, Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow! Now fills thy sleep with perturbations :
[To King Richard. To-morrow in the battle think on me, Think, how thou stab’dst me in my prime of youth And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair, and die ! At Tewksbury; Despair, therefore, and die ! Thou, quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep; Be cheerful, Richmond ; for the wronged souls
[To RICHMOND. Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf:
Dream of success and happy victory; King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thee. Thy adversary's wife doth pray for thee. The Ghost of King HENRY THE Sixth rises.
The Ghost of BUCKINGHAM rises. Ghust. When I was mortal, my anointed body
Ghost. The first was I, that help'd thee to the [To King RICHARD.
[To KING RICHARD By thee was punched full of deadly holes :
The last was I, that felt thy tyranny: Think on the Tower, and me; Despair, and die !
O, in the battle think on Buckingham, Harry the Sixth bids thee despair and die. –
And die in terror of thy guiltiness! Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror !
Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death;
[To Richmond. Painting, despair ; despairing, yield thy breath! Harry, that prophesied thou shouldst be king, I died for hope, ere I could lend thee aid : Doth comfort thee in thy sleep; Live, and flourish !
But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay'd : The Ghost of CLARENCE rises.
God, and good angels, fight on Richmond's side; Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow! And Richard falls in height of all his pride.
[To King RICHARD. [The Ghosts vanish. King RICHARD starts I, that was wash'd to death with fulsome wine,
oul of his dream. Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death!
K. Rich. Give me another horse, - bind up my To-morrow in the battle think on me,
wounds, And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair, and die !
Have mercy, Jesu!
I did but dream. Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster,
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!(To Richmond. The lights burn blue.
It is now dead midnight. The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee;
Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. Good angels guard thy battle ! Live, and flourish! What do I fear? myself? there's none else by:
Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I. The Ghosts of Rivers, GREY, and Vaughan, rise. Is there a murderer here? No; - Yes; I am: Riv. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow,
Then fly, — What, from myself? Great reason : [To King Richard.
Why? Rivers, that died at Pomfret! Despair, and die !
Lest I revenge. What? Myself on myself? Grey. Think upon Grey, and let thy soul despair! That I myself have done unto myself?
I love myself. Wherefore ? for any good,
[To King Richard. l'augh. Think upon Vaughan; and, with guilty 0, no: alas, I rather hate myself, fear,
For hateful deeds committed by myself. Let fall thy lance ! Despair, and die !
I am a villain: Yet I lie, I am not.
(To King Richard. Fool, of thyself speak well : – Fool, do not flatter. All. Awake! and think, our wrongs in Richard's My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, bosom
And every tongue brings in a several tale, Will conquer him ; - Awake, and win the day !
And every tale condemns me for a villain.
Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree,
Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree ;
All several sins, all us'd in each degree,
( 70 King Richard. Throng to the bar, crying all, — Guilty! guilty ! And in a bloody battle end thy days!
I shall despair. — There is no creature loves me; Think on lord Hastings; and despair, and die !
And, if I die, no soul will pity me: Quiet untroubled soul, awake, awake!
Nay, wherefore should they ? since that I myself [ To RICHMOND.
Find in myself no pity to myself. Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake!
Methought, the souls of all that I had murderd
Came to my tent: and every one did threat
Rat. My lord,
K. Rich. Who's there? And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death! Rat. Rateliff, my lord ; 'tis I. The early village Thy nephews' souls bid thee despair, and die.
Hath twice done salutation to the morn;
Sound, drums and trumpets, boldly and cheerfully; Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour. God, and Saint George! Richmond, and victory! K. Rich. O, Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fearful
(Exeunt. dream! What thinkest thou? will our friends prove all true ?
Re-enter King RICHARD, Ratcliff, Attendants, and
Ratcliff, I fear, I fear,- K. Rich. What said Northumberland, as touching Rat. Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of sha
Richmond ? dows.
Rat. That he was never trained up in arms. K. Rich. By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night K. Rich. He said the truth : And what said Surrey Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard,
then ? That can the substance of ten thousand soldiers,
Rat. Hesmil'd and said, the better for our purpose. Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond. K. Rich. He was i'the right ; and so, indeed, it is. It is not yet near day. Come, go with me;
[Clock strikes. Under 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 ? [Exeunt King Richard and RatclifF. Rat.
Not I, my lord.
X. Rich. Then he disdains to shine ; for, by the Richmond wakes. Enter Oxford and others.
book, Lords. Good morrow, Richmond.
He should have brav'd the east an hour ago :
Rat. My lord ? Richm. The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding
K. Rich. The sun will not be seen to-day; dreams,
The sky doth frown and lour upon our army. That ever enter'd in a drowsy head,
I would, these dewy tears were from the ground. Have I since your departure had, my lords. Not shine to-day! Why, what is that to me, Methought, their souls, whose bodies Richard mur- More than to Richmond ? for the self-same heaven, der'd,
That frowns on me, looks sadly upon him.
Nor. Arm, arm, my lord; the foe vaunts in the How far into the morning is it, lords?
field. Lords. Upon the stroke of fou
K. Rich. Come, bustle, bustle; -- Caparison my Richm. Why, then 'tis time to arm, and give di
horse; rection. - (He advances to the Troops. Call up lord Stanley, bid him bring his power: – More than I have said, loving countrymen,
I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain, The leisure and enforcement of the time
And thus my battle shall be order'd. Forbids to dwell on : Yet remember this,
My foreward shall be drawn out all in length, God, and our good cause, fight upon our side; Consisting equally of horse and foot ; The prayers of holy saints, and wronged souls, Our archers shall be placed in the midst : Like high-rear'd bulwarks, stand before our faces; John duke of Norfolk, Thomas earl of Surrey, Richard except, those, whom we fight against, Shall have the leading of this foot and horse. Had rather have us win, than him they follow. They thus directed, we ourself will follow For what is he they follow ? truly, gentlemen, In the main battle; whose puissance on either side A bloody tyrant, and a homicide;
Shall be well winged; with our chiefest horse. One rais'd in blood, and one in blood establish'd; This, and Saint George to boot ! - What think'st One that made means to come by what he hath,
thou, Norfolk? And slaughter'd those that were the means to help Nor. A good direction, warlike sovereign.
This found I on my tent this morning. A base foul stone, made precious by the foil
(Giring a Scroll. Of England's chair, where he is falsely set;
K. Rich. Jocky of Norfolk be not too bold, [Reads. One that hath ever been God's enemy :
For Dickon 4 thy master is bought and sold. Then, if you fight against God's enemy,
A thing devised by the enemy.
Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls: You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain;
Conscience is but a word that cowards use, If you do fight against your country's foes,
Devis'd at first to keep the strong in awe; Your country's fat shall pay your pains the hire ; Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law. If you do fight in safeguard of your wives,
March on, join bravely, let us to't pell-mell; Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors; If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell. If you do free your children from the sword, What shall I say more than I have inferr'd ? Your children's children quit 3 it in your age. Remember whom you are to cope withal ; Then, in the name of God, and all these rights, A sort 5 of vagabonds, rascals, and run-aways, Advance your standards, draw your willing 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 face ; To desperate ventures and assur’d destruction. But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt
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 wives, 2 Guard.
They would restrain the one, disdain the other. I think there be six Richmonds in the field; And who doth lead them, but a paltry fellow, Five have I slain to-day, instead of him :Long kept in Bretagne at our mother's cost ? A horse ! a horse ! my kingdom for a horse ! A milk-sop, one that never in his life
[Ereunt. Felt so much cold as over shoes in snow ?
Alarums. Enter King RICHARD and RICHMOND; Let's whip these stragglers o'er the seas again;
and ereunt fighting. Retreat, and Flourish. Then Lash hence these over-weening rags of France,
enter RICHMOND, STANLEY bearing the Crown, These famish'd beggars, weary of their lives ;
with divers other Lords, and Forces. Who, but for dreaming on this fond exploit, For want of means, poor rats, had hang'd themselves :
Richm. God, and your arms, be prais'd, victorious
friends; If we be conquer'd, let men conquer us,
The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead.
Stan. Courageous Richmond, well hast thou acquit
thee! And, on record, left them the heirs of shame.
Lo, here, this long-usurped royalty, Shall these enjoy our lands ? lie with our wives ?
From the dead temples of this bloody wretch Ravish our daughters? – Hark, I hear their drum.
Have I pluck'd off, to grace thy brows withal;
[Drum afar off; Wear it, enjoy it, and make much of it. Fight, gentlemen of England ! fight, bold yeomen !
Richm. Great God of heaven, say, amen, to all:Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head !
But, tell me first, is young George Stanley living? Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood; Amaze the welkin with your broken staves !
Stan. He is, my lord, and safe in Leicester town,
Whither, if it please you, we may now withdraw us. Enter a Messenger.
Richm. What men of name are slain on either side?
Stan. John duke of Norfolk, Walter lord Ferrers, What says lord Stanley ? will he bring his power ?
Sir Robert Brackenbury, and sir William Brandon. Mess. My lord, he doth deny to come.
Richm. Inter their bodies as becomes their births. K. Rich. 'Off instantly with his son George's head. Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fled, Nor. My lord, the enemy is pass'd the marsh ;
That in submission will return to us; After the battle let George Stanley die. K. Rich. A thousand hearts are great within my We will unite the white rose with the red :
And, then, as we have ta'en the sacrament, bosom: Advance our standards, set upon our foes ;
Smile heaven upon this fair conjunction,
That long hath frown'd upon their enmity!Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George,
What traitor hears me, and says not — Amen? Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons !
England hath long been mad, and scarr'd herself; Upon them! Victory sits on our belms. [Exeunt. The brother blindly shed the brother's blood,
The father rashly slaughter'd his own son, SCENE IV. - Another Part of the Field. The son, compellid, been butcher to the sire;
All this divided York and Lancaster, Alarum : Ercursions. Enter Norfolk, and Forces ; Divided, in their dire division. to him CATESBY.
0, now, let Richmond and Elizabeth, Cate. Rescue, my lord of Norfolk rescue, rescue! The true succeeders of each royal house, The king enacts more wonders than a man, By heaven's fair ordinance conjoin together! Daring an opposite to every danger;
And let their heirs, (God, if thy will be so,) His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights, Enrich the time to come with smooth-fac'd peace, Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death : With smiling plenty, and fair prosperous days ! Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost!
Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord,
That would reduce these bloody days again, Alarum. Enter King RICHARD.
And make poor England weep in streams of blood ! K. Rich. A horse ! a horse ! my kingdom for a Let them not live to taste this land's increase, horse!
That would with treason wound this fair land's peace! Cate. Withdraw, my lord, I'll help you to a horse. Now civil wounds are stopp’d, peace lives again;
K. Rich. Slave, I have set my life upon a cast, That she may long live here, God say — Amen. And I will stand the hazard of the die :