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King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thee. Fainting, despair; despairing, yield thy breath.-
The Ghost of King Henry the Sixth rises.

I died for hope ere I could lend thee aid ;
Ghost. When I was mortal, my anointed body

[ To RICHMOND. [To King Richard. But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay’d: By thee was punched full of deadly holes.

God, and good angels fight on Richmond's side; Think on the Tower, and me : despair, and die ; And Richard fall in height of all his pride. Harry the sixth bids thee despair and die.

[The Ghosts vanish. King RICHARD starts Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror !

out of his dream.

[To RICHMOND. K. Rich. Give me another horse !—bind up my Harry, that prophesy'd thou should'st be king,

wounds! Doth comfort thee in sleep: live thou, and flourish. Have mercy, Jesu !-Soft! I did but dream.The Ghost of CLARENCE rises.

0, coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow. The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight.

[To King Richard. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh.
I, that was wash'd to death with fulsome wine, What do I fear? myself? there's none else by:
Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death! Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I.
To-morrow in the battle think on me,

Is there a murderer here? No ;-yes; I am:
And fall thy edgeless sword. Despair, and die.- Then fly,—What, from myself? Great reason: why?
Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster,

Lest I revenge. What! Myself upon myself?

[To Richmond. Alack! I love myself. Wherefore? for any good, The wronged heirs of York do pray

for thee;

That I myself have done unto myself?
Good angels guard thy battle! Live and Aourish. O! no : alas ! I rather hate myself,

The Ghosts of Rivers, Grey, and Vaughan, rise. For hateful deeds committed by myself.
Riv. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow; I am a villain. Yet I lie; I am not.

[To King RICHARD. Fool, of thyself speak well :-Fool, do not flatter. Rivers, that died at Pomfret. Despair, and die. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, Grey. Think upon Grey, and let thy soul despair. And every tongue brings in a several tale,

[To King RICHARD. And every tale condemns me for a villain. Vaugh. Think upon Vaughan, and with guilty fear Perjury, foul perjury, in the high’st degree; Let fall thy pointless lance. Despair, and die. - Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree;

[To King RICHARD. All several sins, all us'd in each degree, AU. Awake! and think our wrongs in Richard's Throng to the bar, crying all,—Guilty! guilty ! bosom

[To Richmond. I shall despair.— There is no creature loves me; Will conquer him.-Awake, and win the day! And if I die, no soul shall pity me :The Ghost of Hastings rises.

Nay, wherefore should they ? since that I myself Ghost. Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake;

Find in myself no pity to myself.

[To King Richard. Methought, the souls of all that I had murder'd And in a bloody battle end thy days.

Came to my tent; and every one did threat
Think on lord Hastings: so despair, and die.- To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard.
Quiet untroubled soul, awake, awake!

Enter Ratcliff.
[To Richmond. Rat. My lord.—
Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake. K. Rich. Who's there?
The Ghosts of the two young Princes rise.

Rat. Ratcliff, my lord; 'tis I. The early village cock
Ghosts. Dream on thy cousins smother'd in the Hath twice done salutation to the morn:

Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour. Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard,

K. Rich. O Ratcliff! I have dream'd a fearful And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death.

dream.Thy nephews' souls bid thee despair, and die.- What thinkest thou? will our friends prove all true ?

Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake in joy; Rat. No doubt, my lord. Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy !

K. Rich.

O Ratcliff! I fear, I fear.Live, and beget a happy race of kings.

Rat. Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of shadows. Edward's unhappy sons do bid thee flourish.

K. Rich. By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night
The Ghost of Queen Anne rises.

Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard, Ghost. Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers, wife,

Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond. That never slept a quiet hour with thee,

It is not yet near day. Come, go with me: Now fills thy sleep with perturbations:

Under our tents I'll play the eaves-dropper, To-morrow in the battle think on me,

To hear if any mean to shrink from me. And fall thy powerless arm. Despair, and die.

[Exeunt King Richard and Ratcliff. Thou, quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep;

Enter OXFORD and others.

[To Richmond. Lords. Good morrow, Richmond. Dream of success and happy victory:

Richm. Cry mercy, lords, [Waking. ] and watchful Thy adversary's wife doth pray for thee.

gentlemen, The Ghost of Buckingham rises.

That you have ta’en a tardy sluggard here. Ghost. The first was I that help'd thee to the crown; Lurds. How have you slept, my lord ?

[To King Richard. Richm. The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding dreams, The last was I that felt thy tyranny.

That ever enter'd in a drowsy head, 0! in the battle think on Buckingham,

Have I since your departure had, my lords. And die in terror of thy guiltiness.

Methought, their souls, whose bodies Richard murder'd, Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death : Came to my tent, and cried-On! victory!

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him ;


I promise you, my heart is very jocund


up lord Stanley, bid him bring his power. In the remembrance of so fair a dream.

I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain, How far into the morning is it, lords ?

And thus my battle shall be ordered. Lords. Upon the stroke of four.

My foreward shall be drawn out all in length, Richm. Why, then 'tis time to arm, and give direc- Consisting equally of horse and foot: tion.

[He advances to the Troops. Our archers shall be placed in the midst. More than I have said, loving countrymen,

John duke of Norfolk, Thomas earl of Surrey, The leisure and enforcement of the time

Shall have the leading of the foot and horse.
Forbids to dwell on : yet remember this, -

They thus directed, we will follow them
God and our good cause fight upon our side; In the main battle; whose puissance on either side
The prayers of holy saints, and wronged souls, Shall be well winged with our chiefest horse.
Like high-rear'd bulwarks, stand before our faces. This, and Saint George to boot !- What think'st thou,
Richard except, those whom we fight against

Had rather have us win, than him they follow.

Nor. A good direction, warlike sovereign.-
For what is he they follow ? truly, gentlemen, This found I on my tent this morning.
A bloody tyrant, and a homicide;

(Giving a Paper.
One rais'd in blood, and one in blood establish'd; K. Rich. Jocky of Norfolk, be not too bold,
One that made means to come by what he hath,

[Reads. And slaughter'd those that were the means to help

For Dickon thy master is bought and

sold.” A base foul stone, made precious by the foil

A thing devised by the enemy:Of England's chair, where he is falsely set;

Go, gentlemen; every man to his charge. One that hath ever been God's enemy.

Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls; Then, if you fight against God's enemy,

For conscience is a word that cowards use, God will, in justice, ward you as his soldiers : Devis’d at first to keep the strong in awe; If you do sweat to put a tyrant down,

Our strong arins be our conscience, swords our law. You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain ;

March on, join bravely, let us to't pell-mell;
If you do fight against your country's foes,

If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell.-
Your country's fat shall pay your pains the hire; What shall I say more than I have inferr'd ?
If you do fight in safeguard of your wives,

Remember whom you are to cope withal;
Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors ; A sort of vagabonds, rascals, and rim-aways,
If you do free your children from the sword,

A scum of Bretagnes, and base lackey peasants, Your children's children quit it in your age.

Whom their o'er-cloyed country vomits forth
Then, in the name of God, and all these rights, To desperate ventures and assur'd destruction.
Advance your standards, draw your willing swords. You sleeping safe, they bring you to unrest;
For me, the ransom of my bold attempt

You having lands, and bless'd with beauteous wives,
Shall be this cold corpse on the earth's cold face; They would distrain the one, distain the other.
But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt,

And who doth lead them, but a paltry fellow,
The least of you shall share his part thereof.

Long kept in Bretagne at our mother's cost;
Sound, drums and trumpets, boldly, cheerfully ; A milk-sop, one that never in his life
God, and Saint George! Richmond, and victory! Felt so much cold as over shoes in snow?

[Exeunt. Let's whip these stragglers o'er the seas again; Re-enter King Richard, Ratcliff, Attendants, and Lash hence these over-weening rags of France, Forces.

These famish'd beggars, weary of their lives ; K. Rich. What said Northumberland, as touching Who, but for dreaming on this fond exploit, Richmond ?

For want of means, poor rats, had hang’d themRat. That he was never trained up in arms.

selves. K. Rich. He said the truth : and what said Surrey If we be conquer'd, let men conquer us, then ?

And not these bastard Bretagnes; whom our fathers Rat. He smil'd and said, the better for our purpose. Have in their own land beaten, bobb’d, and thump'd, K. Rich. He was i' the right; and so, indeed, it is. And, on record, left them the heirs of shame.

[Clock strikes. Shall these enjoy our lands ? lie with our wives ? Tell the clock there.--Give me a calendar.

Ravish our daughters ?-Hark, I hear their drum. [Calendar brought.

[Drum afar off Who saw the sun to-day?

Fight, gentlemen of England! fight, bold yeomen!

Not I, my lord.
K. Rich. Then he disdains to shine; for, by the book, Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood :

Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head;
He should have brav'd the east an hour ago :
A black day will it be to somebody.-

Amaze the welkin with your broken staves !

Enter a Messenger: Ratcliff!

What says lord Stanley? will he bring his power?
Rat. My lord.

Mess. My lord, he doth deny to come.
K. Rich. The sun will not be seen to-day:
The sky doth frown and lour upon our army.

K. Rich. Off with his son George's head.
I would, these dewy tears were from the ground.

Nor. My lord, the enemy is pass'd the marsh:

After the battle let George Stanley die. Not shine to-day! Why, what is that to me,

K. Rich. A thousand hearts are great within my More than to Richmond? for the self-same heaven,

bosom. That frowns on me, looks sadly upon him.

Advance our standards! set upon our foes!
Enter Norfolk.
Nor. Arm, arm, my lord ! the foe vaunts in the field. Inspire

us with the spleen of fiery dragons !

Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George, K. Rich. Come, bustle, bustle.-Caparison my horse. Upon them! Victory sits on our helms.



SCENE IV.-Another Part of the Field.

But, tell me, is young George Stanley living ? Alarum : Excursions. Enter Norfolk, and Forces ; Whither, if you please, we may withdraw us.

Stan. He is, my lord, and safe in Leicester town; to him CatesbY.

Richm. What men of name are slain on either side ? Cate. Rescue, my lord of Norfolk! rescue, rescue! Stan. John duke of Norfolk, Walter lord Ferrers, The king enacts more wonders than a man,

Sir Robert Brakenbury, and Sir William Brandon. Daring an opposite to every danger.

Richm. Inter their bodies as becomes their births. His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights,

Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fled, Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death.

That in submission will return to us;
Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost!

And then, as we have ta’en the sacrament,
Alarum. Enter King RICHARD.

We will unite the white rose and the red :K. Rich. A horse! a horse ! my kingdom for a Smile heaven upon this fair conjunction, horse!

That long hath frown'd upon their enmity !Cate. Withdraw, my lord ; I'll help you to a horse. What traitor hears me, and says not, amen ? K. Rich. Slave! I have set my life upon a cast,

England hath long been inad, and scarr'd herself; And I will stand the hazard of the die.

The brother blindly shed the brother's blood, I think there be six Richmonds in the field ;

The father rashly slaughter'd his own son, Five have I slain to-day, instead of him.

The son, compell’d, been butcher to the sire; A horse ! a horse ! my kingdom for a horse! (Exeunt. All this divided York and Lancaster, Alarums. Enter King Richard and Richmond; and Divided in their dire division,

exeunt, fighting. Retreat and flourish. Then enter 0! now, let Richmond and Elizabeth, Richmond, Stanley bearing the Crown, with divers The true succeeders of each royal house, other Lords, and Forces.

By God's fair ordinance conjoin together : Richm. God, and your arms, be prais’d, victorious And let their heirs, (God, if thy will be so) friends,

Enrich the time to come with smooth-fac'd peace, The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead.

With smiling plenty, and fair prosperous days! Stan. Courageous Richmond, well hast thou acquit Rebate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord, thee.

That would reduce these bloody days again, Lo! here, this long-usurped royalty,

And make poor England weep in streams of blood ! From the dead temples of this bloody wretch

Let them not live to taste this land's increase, Have I pluck'd off, to grace thy brows withal : That would with treason wound this fair land's peace! Wear it, enjoy it, and make much of it.

Now civil wounds are stopp'd, peace lives again : Richm. Great God of heaven, say, amen, to all ! - | That she may long live here, God say, amen! (Exeunt.





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King HENRY THE Eighth.

Griffith, Gentleman-Usher to Queen Katharine.

Three other Gentlemen. Garter, King at Arms.
CAPUCIUS, Ambassador from Charles V.

Doctor Butts, Physician to the King.
CRANMER, Archbishop of Canterbury.

Surveyor to the Duke of Buckingham.
Duke of Norfolk, Earl of SURREY.

Brandon, and a Sergeant at Arms.

Door-keeper of the Council-Chamber.


and his Man.
GARDINER, Bishop of Winchester.

Page to Gardiner. A Crier.

Queen KATHARINE, Wife to King Henry.
Sir HENRY GUILDFORD, Sir Thomas LoveLL. Anne Bullen, her Maid of Honour.
SIR ANTHONY DENNY. Sir Nicholas Vaux.

An old Lady, Friend to Anne Bullen.
Secretaries to Wolsey.

Patience, Woman to Queen Katharine.
Cromwell, Servant to Wolsey.
Several Lords and Ladies in the Dumb Shows; Women attending upon the Queen; Spirits, which appear

to her; Scribes, Officers, Guards, and other Attendants.
SCENE, chiefly in London and Westminster; once, at Kimbolton.

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I come no more to make you laugh: things now, Will be deceiv'd; for, gentle hearers, know,
That bear a weighty and a serious brow,

To rank our chosen truth with such a show
Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe, As fool and fight is, beside forfeiting
Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow,

Our own brains, and the opinion that we bring,
We now present. Those that can pity, here

To make that only true we now intend,
May, if they think it well, let fall a tear;

Will leave us never an understanding friend.
The subject will deserve it: such, as give

Therefore, for goodness' sake, and as you are known,
Their money out of hope they may believe,

The first and happiest hearers of the town,
May here find truth too: those, that come to see Be sad as we would make ye: think, ye see
Only a show or two, and so agree

The very persons of our noble story,
The play may pass, if they be still and willing, As they were living ; think, you see them great,
I'll undertake, may see away their shilling

And follow'd with the general throng, and sweat
Richly in two short hours. Only they,

Of thousand friends; then, in a moment, see
That come to hear a merry, bawdy play,

How soon this mightiness meets misery:
A noise of targets, or to see a fellow

And, if you can be merry then, I'll say,
In a long motley coat, guarded with yellow,

A man may weep upon his wedding day.


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SCENE I.-London. An Ante-chamber in the

Stay'd me a prisoner in my chamber, when

Those suns of glory, those two lights of men,

Met in the vale of Andren.
Enter the Duke of Norfolk, at one door; at the other,

the Duke of BUCKINGHAM, and the Lord ABER- \ I was then present, saw them salute on horseback;

Beheld them, when they lighted, how they clung,
Buck. Good morrow, and well met. How have in their embracement, as they grew together;
you done,

Which had they, what four thron'd ones could have
Since last we saw in France ?


I thank your grace,

Such a compounded one?
Healthful; and ever since a fresh admirer


All the whole time
Of what I saw there.

I was my chamber's prisoner.
An untimely ague



Then you


0! many


The view of earthly glory: men might say,

He meant to lay upon : and his own letter,
Till this time, pomp was single; but now married The honourable board of council out,
To one above itself. Each following day

Must fetch him in he papers.
Became the next day's master, till the last


I do know
Made former wonders it's: to-day the French Kinsmen of mine, three at the least, that have
All clinquant, all in gold, like heathen gods,

By this so sicken'd their estates, that never
Shone down the English; and to-morrow they They shall abound as formerly.
Made Britain, India: every man that stood

Show'd like a mine. Their dwarfish pages were Have broke their backs, with laying manors on them
As cherubins, all gilt: the madams, too,

For this great journey. What did this vanity, Not us’d to toil, did almost sweat to bear

But minister the consummation of The pride upon them, that their very labour

A most poor issue? Was to them as a painting: now this mask


Grievingly I think, Was cried incomparable ; and the ensuing night The peace between the French and us not values Made it a fool, and beggar. The two kings,

The cost that did conclude it. Equal in lustre, were now best, now worst,


Every man, As presence did present them; him in eye,

After the hideous storm that follow'd, was Still him in praise ; and, being present both, A thing inspir’d; and, not consulting, broke 'Twas said, they saw but one: and no discerner Into a general prophecy,--that this tempest, Durst wag his tongue in censure.

When these suns Dashing the garment of this peace, aboded (For so they phrase 'em) by their heralds challeng'd The sudden breach on't. The noble spirits to arms, they did perform


Which is budded out; Beyond thought's compass; that former fabulous story, For France hath flaw'd the league, and hath attach'd Being now seen possible enough, got credit,

Our merchants' goods at Bordeaux. That Bevis was believ'd.


Is it therefore Buck. O! you go far.

Th' ambassador is silenc'd ? Nor. As I belong to worship, and affect


Marry, is't. In honour honesty, the tract of every thing

Aber. A proper title of a peace, and purchas'd Would by a god discourser lose some life,

At a superfluous rate. Which action's self was tongue to. All was royal :


Why, all this business To the disposing of it nought rebellid;

Our reverend cardinal carried. Order gave each thing view.


'Like it your grace, Buck.

The office did

The state takes notice of the private difference Distinctly his full function. Who did guide,

Betwixt you and the cardinal. I advise you, I mean, who set the body and the limbs

(And take it from a heart that wishes towards you Of this great sport together, as you guess ?

Honour and plenteous safety) that you read
Nor. One, certes, that promises no element The cardinal's malice and his potency
In such a business.

Together: to consider farther, that

I pray you, who, my lord ? What his high hatred would effect wants not Nor. All this was order'd by the good discretion A minister in his power. You know his nature, Of the right reverend cardinal of York.

That he's revengeful; and, I know, his sword Buck. The devil speed him! no man's pie is freed Hath a sharp edge: it's long, and't may be said, From his ambitious finger. What had he

It reaches far; and where 'twill not extend, To do in these fierce vanities? I wonder,

Thither he darts it. Bosom up my counsel ; That such a keech can, with his very bulk,

You'll find it wholesome. Lo! where comes that rock, Take up the rays o' the beneficial sun,

That I advise your shunning. And keep it from the earth.

Enter Cardinal Wolsey (the Purse borne before him), Nor. Surely, sir,

certain of the Guard, and two Secretaries with There's in him stuff that puts him to these ends; Papers. The Cardinal in his passage fixeth his eye For, being not propp'd by ancestry, whose grace on Buckingham, and Buckingham on him, both füll Chalks successors their way, nor call'd upon

of disdain. For high feats done to the crown; neither allied Wol. The duke of Buckingham's surveyor? ha! To eminent assistants, but, spider-like,

Where's his examination ? Out of his self-drawing web, he gives us note,

1 Secr.

Here, so please you. The force of his own merit makes his way;

Wol. Is he in person ready? A gift that heaven gives him, and which buys

1 Secr.

Ay, please your grace. A place next to the king.

Wol. Well, we shall then know more; and BuckAber. I cannot tell

ingham What heaven hath given him: let some graver eye Shall lessen this big look. (Exeunt Wolsey, and Train. Pierce into that; but I can see his pride

Buck. This butcher's cur is venom-mouth'd, and I Peep through each part of him: whence has he that? Have not the power to muzzle him; therefore, best If not from hell, the devil is a niggard;

Not wake him in his slumber. A beggar's brood Or has given all before, and he begins

Out-worths a noble's blood. A new hell in himself.


What, are you chaf*d ? Buck. Why the devil,

Ask God for temperance; that's th' appliance only, Upon this French going-out, took he upon him, Which your disease requires. (Without the privity o' the king) t' appoint


I read in's looks Who should attend on him? He makes up the file Matter against me; and his eye

revil'd Of all the gentry; for the most part such

Me, as his abject object : at this instant Too, whom as great a charge as little honour He bores me with some trick. He's gone t’ the king :



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