Stan. No, mighty liege; therefore mistrust

me not.

K. Rich. Where is thy power then, to beat him back?

Where be thy tenants, and thy followers?
Are they not now upon the western shore,
Safe-conducting the rebels from their ships?
Stan. No, my good lord, my friends are in
the north.

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,
I'll muster up my friends; and meet your grace,
Where, and what time, your majesty shall
please.

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.

Unto the snore, to ask those on the banks,
If they were his assistants, yea, or no;
Who answer'd him, they came from Bucking.
Upon his party: he, mistrusting them, [ham
Hois'd sail, and made his course again for
Bretagne.

K. Rich. March on, march on, since we are up in arms;

If not to fight with foreign enemies,
Yet to beat down these rebels here at home.
Enter CATESBY.

Cate. My liege, the duke of Buckingham is taken, [mono 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:-
Some one take order, Buckingham be brought
To Salisbury;—the rest march on with me.

[Exeunt.

vonshire,

As I by friends am well advertised,

Sir Edward Courtney, and the haughty prelate,
Bishop of Exeter, his elder brother,
With many more confederates, are in arms.

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.

But, tell me, where is princely Richmond now Chris. At Pembroke, or at Ha'rford-west, in

Wales.

Stan. What men of name resort to him? Chris. Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned sol

dier;

ingham

K. Rich. Out on ye, owls! nothing but songs [He strikes him. There, take thou that, till thou bring better

of death?

news.

3 Mess. The news I have to tell your majesty,

Is,-that, by sudden floods and fall of waters,

These letters will resolve him of my mind.
He shall espouse Elizabeth her daughter.
Farewell. [Gives papers to Sir CRISTOPHER.
[Exeunt.

ACT V.

SCENE I.-Salisbury.—An open pauce.

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 bodyś doomsday.

* Force.

Chaplain to the countess of Richmond. A sty in which hogs are set apart for fattening.

The boon c.e. Rich 3. had kept & Stanky as hostage for his his father.

This 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

sorrow,

Remember Margaret was a prophetess.-
Come, Sirs, convey me to the block of shame;
Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of

blame. [Exeunt BUCKINGHAM, &c.

SCENE II.-Plain near Tamworth. Enter, with drum and colours, RICHMOND, OXFORD, Sir JAMES BLUNT, Sir WALTER HERBERT, and others, with forces, marching. Richm. Fellows in arms, and my most loving friends,

Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny,
Thus far into the bowels of the land
Have we march'd on without impediment;
And here receive we from our father Stanley
Lines of fair comfort and encouragement.
The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar,
That spoil'd your summer fields, and fruitful
vines,

Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his trough

In your embowell'd bosoms, this foul swine
Lies now even in the centre of this isle,
Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn:
From Tamworth thither, is but one day's march.
In God's name, cheerly on, courageous friends,
To reap the harvest of perpetual peace
By this one bloody trial of sharp war.
Oxf. Every man's conscience is a thousand
swords,

To fight against that bloody homicide.

Herb. I doubt not, but his friends will turn

to us.

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 name, march: [wings, 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?
Sur. My heart is ten times lighter than my
looks.

K. Rich. My lord of Norfolk,-
Nor. Here, most gracious liege.

K. Rich, Norfolk, we must have knocks;
Ha! must we not?

Nor. We must both give and take, my loving lord.

* Injurious practices.

X Rish 8th crest.

Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength,
Which they upon the adverse faction want.
Up with the tent.-Come, noble gentlemen,
Let us survey the vantage of the ground;-
Call for some men of sound direction:-
Let's want no discipline, make no delay;
For, lords, to morrow is a busy day. [Exeunt.
Enter, on the other side of the field, RICHMOND,
Sir WILLIAM BRANDON, OXFORD, and other
Lords. Some of the soldiers pitch RICHMOND'S

tent.

And, by the bright track of his fiery car, [set,
Richm. The weary sun hath made a golden
Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.
Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my stan-
dard.-

Give me some ink and paper in my tent;-
I'll draw the form and model of our battle,
Limit each leader to his several charge,
And part in just proportion our small power.
My lord of Oxford,-you, Sir William Bran
don,-

And you, Sir Walter Herbert, stay with me:
The earl of Pembroke keeps his regiment;--
Good captain Blunt, bear my good night to
him,

And by the second hour in the morning
Desire the earl to see me in my tent :-
Yet one thing more, good captain, do for me;
Where is lord Stanley quarter'd, do you know?
Blunt. Unless I have mista'en his colours

much,

(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 it;

And so, God give you quiet rest to-night!
Richm. Good night, good captain Blunt.
Come, gentlemen,

Let us consult upon to-morrow's business;
In to my tent, the air is raw and cold.

[They withdraw into the Tent. Enter, to his Tent, King RICHARD, NORFOLK, RATCLIFF, and CATESBY.

K. Rich. What is't o'clock?
Cate. It's supper time, my lord:
It's nine o'clock.

K. Rich. I will not sup to-night.-
Give me some ink and paper.-
What, is my beaver easier than it was?--
And all my armour laid into my tent?

Cute. 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.
Nor. I go, my lord.

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 loving 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

men.

[Exeunt LORDS, &c. with STANLEY, (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!

[Sleeps.

The GHOST of Prince EDWARD, son to HENRY the sixth, rises between the two tents.

Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul tomorrow! [To King RICHARD. Think, how thou stab'dst me in my prime of youth

At Tewksbury; Despair therefore, and die!—
Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wronged souls
Of butcher'd princes tight 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 RICHMOND. Harry, that prophesy'd thou should'st be king, Doth comfort thee in thy sleep; Live, and flourish!

die!

Grey. Think upon Grey, and let thy soul despair! [To King RICHARD. Vaugh. Think upon Vaughan; and, with guilty fear,

Let fall thy lance! Despair, and die!— [To King RICHARD. All. Awake! and think, our wrongs in Richard's bosom [To RICHMOND. Will conquer him;-awake, and win the day!

The GHOST of HASTINGS rises. Ghost. Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake. To King RICHARD. And in a bloody battle end thy days!

Quiet untroubled soul, awake, awake! [To RICHMOND. Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake!

me;

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.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 RICHMOND.
Dream of success and happy victory;
Thy adversary's wife doth pray for thee.

The GHOST of BUCKINGHAM rises. Ghost. The first was I, that help'd thee to the crown; [To King RICHARD. The last was I that felt thy tyranny: O, in the battle think on Buckingham, And die in terror of thy guiltiness! Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death; [breath!Fainting, despair; despairing, yield thy I died for hope, ere I could lend thee aid: [To RICHMOND. But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay'd: God, and good angels, fight on Richmond's side;

And Richard falls in height of all his pride. [The GHOSTS vanish. King RICHARD starts out of his dream.

K. Rich. Give me another horse,-bind up my wounds,

Have mercy, Jesu!-Soft; I did but dream.—
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict
me!-
[night.
The lights burn blue.-It is now dead mid-
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 murderer here? No;-Yes; I am:
Then fly,What, from myself? Great reason:
Why?

[ter.

Lest I revenge. What? Myself on myself?
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 flat-
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,
Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree;
All several sins, all us'd in each degree;

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 eaves-dropper, To hear, if any mean to shrink from me.

[Exeunt King RICHARD and RATCLIFF. RICHMOND wakes. Enter OXFORD and others. Lords. Good morrow, Richmond.

Richm. 'Cry mercy, lords, and watchful gentlemen,

That yea have ta'en a tardy sluggard here.
Lords. How have you slept, my lord?
Richm. The sweetest sleep, and fairest-bod-
ing dreams,

That ever enter'd in a drowsy head,
Have I since your departure had, my lords.
Methought, their souls, whose bodies Richard
murder'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.
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 on. 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; [blish'd;
One rais'd in blood, and one in blood esta
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,
God will, in justice, wardt you as his soldiers;