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,
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 con-
querors;

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;

For me, the ransom of my bold attempt
Shall be this cold corpse on the earth's cold
But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt [face;
The least of you shall share his part thereof.
Sound, drums and trumpets, boldly and cheer-
fully;

God, and Saint George! Richmond, and vic-
tory!
[Exeunt.
Re-enter King RICHARD, RATCLIFF, Allendants,
and Forces.

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 1, 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,-

Rat. My lord?

K. Rich. The sun will not be seen to-day;
The sky doth frown and lour upon our army.
I would, these dewy tears were from the ground.
Not shine to-day! Why, what is that to me,
More than to Richmond? for the self-same
heaven,

That frowns on me, looks sadly upon him.
Enter NORFOLK.

Nor. Arm, arm, my lord; the foe vaunts in

the field.

K. Rich. Come, bustle, bustle;-Caparison
my horse ;-

Call uplord Stanley, bid him bring his power:-
I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain,
And thus my battle shall be ordered.

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 are to cope withal;-
A sort of vagabonds, rascals, and run-aways,
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

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!

My foreward shall be drawn out all in length, Upon them! Victory sits on our helms.

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 this 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. cky of Norfolk, be not too bold, reads. For Dickont thy master is bought and sold. * Requite. + Made it splendid. The ancient familiarization of Richard.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.-Another part of the field. Alarum: Excursions. Enter NORFOLK, and Forces; to him CATESBY.

Cute. 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 fa
a horse!

* Company.

+ Fright the skies with the shivers of your lances,

KING HENRY VIII.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

I COME no more to make you laugh; things | SCENE 1.-London.-An Autc-chamber in

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 cried 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
[challeng'd
(For so they phrase them,) by their heralds
The noble spirits to arms, they did perform
Beyond thought's compass; that former fabu-
lous story,

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

Buck. O, you go far.

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

To the disposing of it nought rebell'd,
Order gave each thing view; the office did
Distinctly his full function.

Buck. Who did guide,

I mean, who set the body and the limbs
Of this great sport together, as you guess?
Nor. Öne, certes, that promises no elements
In such a business.

Buck. I pray you, who, my lord?

cretion

Kinsmen of mine, three at the least, that have
By this so sicken'd their estates, that never
They shall abound as formerly.

Buck. O, many

[them
Have broke their backs with laying manors on
For this great journey. What did this vanity,
But minister communication of
A most poor issue?

Nor. Grievingly I think,

[values
The peace between the French and us not
The cost that did conclude it.
Buck. Every man,

After the hideous storm that follow'd, was
A thing inspir'd: and, not consulting, broke
Into a general prophecy, That this tempest,
Dashing the garment of this peace, aboded
The sudden breach on't.

Nor. Which is budded out;

[tach'd For France hath flaw'd the league, and hath atOur merchants' goods at Bourdeaux

Aber. Is it therefore

The ambassador is silenc'd?

Nor. Marry, is't.

Aber. A proper title of a peace; and purchas'd

At a superfluous rate!

Buck. Why, all this business
Our reverend cardinal carried.†

Nor. '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

Nor. All this was order'd by the good dis- Honour and plenteous safety,) that you read The cardinal's malice and his potency Together: to consider further, that

Of the right reverend cardinal of York.

Buck. The devil speed him! no man's pie is What his high hatred would effect, wants not

A minister in his power: You know his na

ture,

That he's revengeful; and I know, his sword
Hath a sharp edge: it's long, and, it 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 your shunning.

Enter Cardinal WOLSEY, (the purse borne before
him,) certain of the guard, and two SECRE-
TARIES with papers. The Cardinal in his pas-
sage fixeth his eye on BUCKINGHAM, and BUCK-
INGHAM 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 curț is venom-mouth'd, and I [best Have not the power to muzzle him; therefore, Not wake him in his slumber. A beggar's Out-worths a noble's blood. look

Practice.

** List.

*Sets down in his letter without consulting the council, + Conducted. Wolsey was the son of a butcher.

Nor. What, are you chaf'd?

His fears were, that the interview, betwixt

Ask God for temperance; that's the appliance England and France, might, through their

only,

Which your disease requires.

Buck. I read in his looks

Matter against me; and his eye revil'd
Me, as his abject object: at this instant

He bores me with some trick: He's gone to
the king;

I'll follow, and out-stare him.

Nor. Stay, my lord,

And let your reason with your choler question
What 'tis you go about: To climb steep hills,
Requires slow pace at first: Anger is like
A full-hot horse; who being allow'd his way,
Self-mettle tires him. Not a man in England
Can advise me like you: be to yourself
As you would to your friend.

Buck. I'll to the king;

And from a mouth of honour quite cry down
This Ipswich fellow's insolence; or proclaim,
There's difference in no persons.

Nor. Be advis'd;

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot
That it do singe yourself: We may outrun,
By violent swiftness, that which we run at,
And lose by over-running. Know you not,
The fire, that mounts the liquor till it run
o'er,

In seeming to augment it, wastes it? Be ad-
vis'd:

I say again, there is no English soul
More stronger to direct you than yourself;
If with the sap of reason you would quench,
Or but allay, the fire of passion.

Buck. Sir,

I am thankful to you; and I'll go along
By your prescription :-but this top-proud
fellow,

(Whom from the flow of gall I name not, but
From sincere motions,) by intelligence,
And proofs as clear as founts in Júly, when
We see each grain of gravel, I do know
To be corrupt and treasonous.

Nor. Say not, treasonous.

Buck. To the king I'll say't; and make my
vouch as strong

As shore of rock. Attend. This holy fox,
Or wolf, or both, (for he is equal ravenous,
As he is subtle; and as prone to mischief,
As able to perform it: his mind and place
Infecting one another, yea, reciprocally,)
Only to show his pomp as well in France
As here at home, suggests the king our

master

To this last costly treaty, the interview,
That swallow'd so much treasure, and like a
Did break i' the rinsing.

Nor. 'Faith, and so it did.

[glass

Buck. Pray, give me favour, Sir. This
cunning cardinal

The articles o' the combination drew,
As himself pleas'd; and they were ratified,
As he cried, Thus let it be: to as much end,
As give a crutch to the dead: But our count-
cardinal
Has done this, and 'tis well; for worthy Wol-
[sey,
Who cannot err, he did it. Now this follows,
Which, as I take it, is a kind of puppy
To the old dam, treason,)-Charles the em-

peror,

Under pretence to see the queen his aunt
(For 'twas, indeed, his colour; but he came
To whisper Wolsey,) here makes visitation:

league

Peep'd harms that menac'd him: He privil
Deals with our cardinal; and, as I trow,-
Which I do well; for, I am sure, the emperov
Paid ere he promis'd; whereby his suit was
granted,

Ere it was ask'd;-but when the way was
made,

And pav'd with gold, the emperor thus de
sir'd;-

And break the aforesaid peace. Let the king
That he would please to alter the king's course,
know,
[nal

(As soon he shall by me,) that thus the cardi-
Does buy and sell his honour as he pleases,
And for his own advantage.

Nor. I am sorry

To hear this of him; and could wish, he were
Something mistaken in't.

Buck. No, not a syllable;

I do pronounce him in that very shape,
He shall appear in proof.

Enter BRANDON; a SERGEANT at Arms before
him, and two or three of the guard.

Bran. Your office, sergeant; execute it.
Serg. Sir,

My lord the duke of Buckingham, and earl
Of Hereford, Stafford, and Northampton, I
Arrest thee of high treason, in the name
Of our most sovereign king.

Buck. Lo you, my lord,

The net has fallen upon me; I shall perish
Under device and practice.*

Bran. I am sorry

To see you ta'en from liberty, to look on
The business present: 'Tis his highness' plea-
You shall to the Tower.
[sure

Buck. It will help me nothing,

To plead mine innocence; for that die is on me,
Which makes my whitest part black. The will
of heaven

Be done in this and all things!-I obey.-
O my lord Aberg'any, fare you well.
Bran. Nay, he must bear you company:-
The king
[To ABERGAVENNY.
Is pleas'd you shall to the Tower, till you
How he determines further.
Aber. As the duke said,
[know

The will of heaven be done, and the king's
pleasure

By me obey'd.

Bran. Here is a warrant from

The king, to attach lord Montacute; and the
bodies

Of the duke's confessor, John de la Court,
One Gilbert Peck, his chancellor,-
Buck. So, so;

These are the limbs of the plot: no more, I
hope.

Bran. A monk o' the Chartreux.
Buck. O, Nicholas Hopkins?
Brun. He.

Buck. My surveyor is false; the o'er great
cardinal
Hath show'd him gold: my life is spann'dt al
[ready;
I am the shadow of poor Buckingham;
Whose figure even this instant clouds put on,
By dark'ning my clear sun.-My lord, fare-
well.
[Exeunt.