wine:

I have not that alacrity of spirit,

Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have.
Set it down.-Is ink and paper ready?

Rat. It is, my lord.
K. Rich. Bid my guard watch; leave me.
Ratcliff, about the mid of night come to my tent,
And help to arm me.-Leave me, I say.
[K. RICHARD retires into his tent.
RATCLIFF and CATESBY.
KICHMOND's tent opens, and discovers him and his
Officers, &c.

Enter STANLEY.

Exeunt

Stan. Fortune and victory sit on thy helm! Richm. All comfort that the dark night can afford Be to thy person, noble father-in-law! Tell me how fares our noble mother?

Stan. I, by attorney, bless thee from thy mother, Who prays continually for Richmond's good: So much for that. The silent hours steal on, And flaky darkness breaks within the east. In brief, for so the season bids us be, Prepare thy battle early in the morning; And put thy fortune to the arbitrement Of bloody strokes, and mortal-staring war. I, as I may (that which I would I cannot), With best advantage will deceive the time, And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms: But on thy side I may not be too forward, Lest, being seen, thy brother, tender George, Be executed in his father's sight. Farewell: The leisure and the fearful time Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love, And ample interchange of sweet discourse, Which so long sunder'd friends should dwell upon; 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 peize me down to-morrow, When I should mount with wings of victory: Once more, good night, kind lords and gentlemen. [Exeunt Lords, &c with STANLEY. O Thou! whose captain I account myself, Look on my forces with a gracious eye; Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath, That they may crush down with a heavy fall The usurping helmets of our adversaries! Make us thy ministers of chastisement, That we may praise thee in thy victory! To thee I do commend my watchful soul, Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes; Sleeping and waking, O, defend me still! The Ghost of Prince EDWARD, son to HENRY THE SIXTH, rises between the two tents. Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow! [To King RICHARD. Think, how thou stabb'st me in my prime of youth At Tewksbury: Despair, therefore, and die!—

[Sleeps.

Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wronged souls Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf: King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thee.

The Ghost of King HENRY THE SIXTH rises. Ghost. When I was mortal, my anointed body [To King RICHARD

By thee was punched full of deadly holes:
Think on the Tower and me: Despair and die;
Harry the Sixth bids thee despair and die!—

Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror!

[TO RICHM Harry, that prophesied thou shouldst be king, Doth comfort thee in thy sleep: Live and flourish' The Ghost of CLARENCE rises. Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow [To King RICHARD. I, that was wash'd to death with fulsome wine, Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death! To-morrow in the battle think on me, And fall thy edgeless sword: Despair and die!— Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster, [TO RICHM The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee; Good angels guard thy battle! Live and flourish! The Ghosts of RIVERS, GREY, and VAUGHAN rise. Riv. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow, [To K. RICH. Rivers, that died at Pomfret! Despair and die! Grey. Think upon Grey, and let thy soul despair! [To K. RICH. Vaugh. Think upon Vaughan; and, with guilty

fear,

Let fall thy lance! Despair and die! [To K. RICH.
All. Awake! and think, our wrongs in Richard's
bosom
[To RICHM.
Will conquer him;--awake and win the day!
The Ghost of HASTINGS rises.
Ghost. Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake,
[To K. RICH.

And in a bloody battle end thy days!
Think on Lord Hastings; and despair and die!—
Quiet, untroubled soul, awake, awake!

[TO RICHM. 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 Let us be laid within thy bosom, Richard, Tower. And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death! Thy nephews' souls bid thee despair and die!

Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake in joy;
Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy!
Live, and beget a happy race of kings!
Edward's unhappy sons do bid thee flourish.
The Ghost of Queen ANNE rises.
Ghost. Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne
thy wife,

That never slept a quiet hour with thee,
Now fills thy sleep with perturbations:
To-morrow in the battle think on me,
And fall thy edgeless sword: Despair and die!-
Thou, quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep;
[To Richm
Dream of success and happy victory;
Thy adversary's wife doth pray for thee.

God and good angels fight on Richmond's side; And Richard fall in height of all his pride. [The Ghosts vanish. K. RICH. starts out of his dream. K. Rich. Give me another horse,-bind up my wounds,

Richm. Why, then, 'tis time to arm, and give direction.- [He advances to the troops. More than I have said, loving countrymen, The leisure and enforcement of the time Forbids to dwell upon: Yet remember this,— God, and our good cause, fight upon our side; The prayers of holy saints and wronged souls, Like high-rear'd bulwarks, stand before our faces; Richard except, those whom we fight against Had rather have us win, than him they follow. For what is he they follow? truly, gentlemen, A bloody tyrant and a homicide;

Have mercy, Jesu!-Soft; I did but dream.
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!
The lights burn blue.-It is now dead midnight.
Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh.
What, do I fear myself? there's none else by:
Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.

Is there a murtherer here? No;-Yes; I am :
Then fly,What, from myself? Great reason:
Why?

Lest I revenge. What? Myself upon myself?
Alack, I love myself. Wherefore? for any good
That I myself have done unto myself?

O, no: alas, I rather hate myself,
For hateful deeds committed by myself.
I am a villain: Yet I lie, I am not.

Fool, of thyself speak well:-Fool, do not flatter:
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
And every tale condemns me for a villain.
Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree,
Murther, stern murther, in the dir'st degree;
All several sins, all used in each degree,
Throng to the bar, crying all,-Guilty! guilty!
I shall despair.-There is no creature loves me;
And if I die, no soul shall pity me:-
Nay, wherefore should they? since that I myself
Find in myself no pity to myself.
Methought, the souls of all that I had murther'd
Came to my tent: and every one did threat
To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard.
Enter RATCLIFF.

What thinkest thou, will our friends prove all true?
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 to-night
Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard,
Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers,
Armed in proof and led by shallow Richmond.
It is not yet near day. Come, go with me;
Under our tents I'll play the eavesdropper,
To hear if any mean to shrink from me.

[men,

[Exeunt King RICHARD and RATCLIFF.
RICHMOND wakes. Enter OXFORD and others.
Lords. Good morrow, Richmond,
Richm. 'Cry mercy, lords, and watchful gentle-
That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard here.
Lords. How have you slept, my lord?
Richm. The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding
dreams,

That ever enter'd in a drowsy head,
Have I since your departure had, my lords.
Methought, their souls whose bodies Richard

murther'd,

Came to my tent, and cried-On! victory!
I promise you, my heart is very jocund
In the remembrance of so fair a dream.
How far into the morning is it, lords?
Lords. Upon the stroke of four.

One rais'd in blood, and one in blood establish'd;
One that made means to come by what he hath,
And slaughter'd those that were the means to help
him;

A base foul stone, made precious by the foil
Of England's chair, where he is falsely set;
One that hath ever been God's enemy:
Then if you fight against God's enemy,
If you do sweat to put a tyrant down,
God will, in justice, ward you as his soldiers;
You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain;
If you do fight against your country's foes,
Your 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,
Your children's children quit it in your age.
Then, in the name of God, and all these rights,
Advance your standards, draw your willing
swords:

Shall be this cold corpse on the earth's cold face;
For me, the ransom of my bold attempt
But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt
The least of you shall share his part thereof,
Sound, drums and trumpets, boldly and cheerfully.
God and Saint George! Richmond and victory!
[Exeunt.

Re-enter King RICHARD, RATCLIFF, Attendants,

and Forces.

And thus my battle shall be ordered.
My foreward shall be drawn out all in length,
Consisting equally of horse and foot;
Our archers shall be placed in the midst:
John duke of Norfolk, Thomas earl of Surrey,
Shall have the leading of the foot and horse.
They thus directed, we ourself will follow
In the main battle, whose puissance on either side
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. [Reads.] "Jocky of Norfolk, be not so bold,

For Dickon thy master is bought and sold."
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?
Remember whom you have to cope withal;-
A sort of vagabonds, rascals, and runaways,
A scum of Bretagnes, and base lackey peasants,
Whom their o'er-cloyed country vomits forth
To desperate ventures and assur'd destruction.
You sleeping safe, they bring you to unrest;
You having lands, and bless'd with beauteous
wives,

They would restrain the one, distain the other.
And who doth lead them but a paltry fellow,
Long kept in Bretagne at our mother's cost?
A milksop, one that never in his life

Felt so much cold as over shoes in snow?
Let's whip these stragglers o'er the seas again;
Lash hence these overweening rags of France,
These famished beggars, weary of their lives;
Who, but for dreaming on this fond exploit,
For want of means, poor rats, had hang'd them-
selves.

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

And not these bastard Bretagnes, whom our fathers Have in their own land beaten, bobb'd, and thump'd, And, on record, left them the heirs of shame. Shall these enjoy our lands? lie with our wives? Ravish our daughters ?-Hark, I hear their drum. [Drum ajar off. Fight, gentlemen of England! fight boldly, yeomen! 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 his power?
Mess. My lord, he doth deny to come.
K. Rich. Off 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 my bosom:

Advance our standards, set upon our foes;
Our ancient word of courage, fair St. George,
Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons!
Upon thein! Victory sits on our helms.

[Exeunt.

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, Daring an opposite to every danger;

His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights,
Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death;
Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost!

Alarum. Enter King RICHARD.

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

horse!

Cate. Withdraw, my lord, I'll help you to a horse. K. Rich. Slave, I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die:

I think there be six Richmonds in the field;
Five have I slain to-day, instead of him:
A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! [Exit.
Alarums. Enter King RICHARD and RICHMOND;
they fight; RICHARD is slain.

Retreat and flourish. Then enter RICHMOND,
STANLEY bearing the crown, with divers other
Lords, and Forces.

Richm. God, and your arms, be prais'd, victorious friends;

The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead.
Stan. Courageous Richmond, well hast thou
acquit thee!

Lo, here, these long-usurped royalties,
From the dead temples of this bloody wretch
Have I pluck'd off, to grace thy brows withal;
Wear it, enjoy it, and make much of it.

Richm. Great God of Heaven, say, Amen, to all! But, tell me, is young George Stanley living? Stan. He is, my lord, and safe in Leicester town; Whither, if you please, we may withdraw us.

Richm. What men of name are slain on either side?
Stan. John duke of Norfolk, Walter lord Ferrers,
Sir Robert Brakenbury, and Sir William Brandon.
Richm. Inter their bodies as becomes their births,
Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fled
That in submission will return to us;

And then, as we have ta'en the sacrament,
We will unite the white rose and the red;
Smile Heaven upon this fair conjunction,
That long hath frown'd upon their enmity.
What traitor hears me, and says not,-Amen?
England hath long been mad, and scarr'd herself,
The brother blindly shed the brother's blood,
The father rashly slaughter'd his own son,
The son, compell'd, been butcher to the sire.
All this divided York and Lancaster,
Divided, in their dire division.

O, now let Richmond and Elizabeth,
The true succeeders of each royal house,
By God's fair ordinance conjoin together!
And let their heirs (God, if they will be so)
Enrich the time to come with smooth-fac'd peace!
With smiling plenty, and fair prosperous days!
Abate the edge of traitors, gracions Lord,
That would reduce these bloody days again,
And make poor England weep in streams of blood!
Let them not live to taste this land's increase,
That would with treason wound this fair land's peace
Now civil wounds are stopp'd, peace lives again;
That she may long live here, God say-Amen!
Keunt

King HENRY VIIL

Cardinal WOLSEY. Cardinal CAMPEIUS.

CAPUCIUS, ambassador from the Emperor Charles V. CRANMER, archbishop of Canterbury

Duke of NORFOLK.

Duke of BUCKINGHAM.
Duke of SUFFOLK

Earl of SURREY.

Lord Chamberlain.
Lord Chancellor.

GARDINER, bishop of Winchester.
Bishop of LINCOLN.
Lord ABERGAVENNY.

Lord SANDS.

Sir HENRY GUILDFORD.

Sir THOMAS LOVELL.

Bir ANTHONY DENNY. Sir NICHOLAS VAUX.

Secretaries to Wolsey.
CROMWELL, servant to Wolsey.

GRIFFITH, Gentleman-Usher to Queen Katharine.
Three Gentlemen.

Doctor BUTTS, physician t the King.
Garter King at Arms.

Surveyor to the Duke of Buckingham.
BRANDON.

A Sergeant at Arms.

Door-Keeper of the Council Chamber.
Porter and his Man.
Page to Gardiner.
A Crier.

Queen KATHARINE, wife to King Henry,
afterwards divorced.

ANNE BULLEN, maid of honour to Queen Katharine, and afterwards Queen.

An Old Lady, friend to Ann Bullen.
PATIENCE, woman to Queen Katharine.

Several Lords and Ladies in the dumb shows; Women attending upon the Queen; Spirits which appear to her; Scribes, Officers, Guards, and other Attendants,

I come no more to make you laugh; things now,
That bear a weighty and a serious brow,
Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe,
Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow,
We now present. Those that can pity, here
May, if they think it well, let fall a tear;
The subject will deserve it. Such as give
Their money out of hope they may believe,
May here find truth too. Those that come to see
Only a show or two, and so agree,

The play may pass; if they be still, and willing,
I'll undertake may see away their shilling
Richly in two short hours. Only they
That come to hear a merry, bawdy play,
A noise of targets; or to see a fellow

In a long motley coat, guarded with yellow,

Will be deceiv'd: for, gentle hearers, know,
To rank our chosen truth with such a show
As fool and fight is, beside forfeiting
Our own brains, and the opinion that we bring
(To make that only true we now intend),
Will leave us never an understanding friend.
Therefore, for goodness' sake, and, as you are known
The first and happiest hearers of the town,
Be sad, as we would make you: Think, ye see
The very persons of our noble story,
As they were living; think, you see them great
And follow'd with the general throng and sweat
Of thousand friends; then, in a moment, see
How soon this mightiness meets misery!
And if you can be merry then, I'll say
A man may weep upon his wedding-day.

I was my chamber's prisoner.
Nor.
Then you lost
The view of earthly glory: Men might say,
Till this time pomp was single, but now married
To one above itself. Each following day
Became the next day's master, till the last
Made former wonders its: To-day, the French,
All clinquant, all in gold, like heathen gods,
Shone down the English, and, to-morrow, they
Made Britain, India: every man that stood
Show'd like a mine. Their dwarfish pages were
As cherubims, all gilt: the madams too,
Not us'd to toil, did almost sweat to bear
The pride upon them, that their very labour

Was to them as a painting: Now this mask Was cry'd incomparable; and the ensuing night Made it a fool and beggar. The two kings, Equal in lustre, were now best, now worst, As presence did present them; him in eye Still him in praise: and, being present both, Twas said they saw but one; and no discerner Durst wag his tongue in censure. When these suns (For so they phrase them) by their heralds challeng'd

The noble spirits to arms, they did perform Beyond thought's compass; that former fabulous story,

Being now seen possible enough, got credit
That Bevis was believ'd.

Nor. As I belong to worship, and affect In honour honesty, the tract of everything Would by a good discourser lose some life, Which action's self was tongue to.

Buck.

All was royal;
To the disposing of it nought rebell'd,
Order gave each thing view; the office did
Distinctly his full function. Who did guide?
I mean, who set the body and the limbs
Of this great sport together?
Nor.

As you guess:
One, certes, that promises no element
In such a business.

Buck.
I pray you, who, my lord ?
Nor. All this was order'd by the good discretion
Of the right reverend the cardinal of York.
Buck. The devil speed him! no man's pie is

freed

'Like it your grace,

The state takes notice of the private difference
Betwixt you and the cardinal. I advise you
(And take it from a heart that wishes towards you
Honour and plenteous safety), that you read
The cardinal's malice and his potency
Together: to consider further, that
What his high hatred would effect wants not
A minister in his power: You know his nature,
That he's revengeful; and I know his sword
Hath a sharp edge: it's long, and't may be said,
It reaches far; and where 'twill not extend,
Thither he darts it. Bosom up my counsel,
You'll find it wholesome. Lo, where comes that
rock

That I advise you shunning.

Enter Cardinal WOLSEY (the purse borne before him), certain of the Guard, and two Secretaries with papers. The CARDINAL in his passage fixeth his eye on BUCKINGHAM, and BUCKINGHAM on him, both full of disdain.

Wol. The Duke of Buckingham's surveyor? ha? Where's his examination?

1 Secr.

Here, so please you.

Wol. Is he in person ready?

1 Secr.
Ay, please your grace.
Wol. Well, we shall then know more; and
Buckingham

Shall lessen this big look.

[Exeunt WOLSEY and Train Buck. This butcher's cur is venom-mouth'd,

and I

hein

A full-ho horse; who being allow'd his way