These famish'd Beggars, weary of their Lives,
Who, but for dreaming on this fond Exploit,
For want of means, poor Rats, had hang'd themselves.
If we be conquer'd, let Men conquer us,

And not thofe Baftard-Britains, 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? lye with our Wives?
Ravish our Daughters?
[Drum afar off.

Hark, I hear their Drum,
Right Gentlemen of England, fight boldly, Yeomen,
Draw, Archers, draw your Arrows to the Head.
Spur your proud Horfes hard, and ride in Blood,
Amaze the Welkin with your broken Staves.
Enter a Messenger.

What fays Lord Stanley, will he bring his Power?
Mef. My Lord, he doth deny to come.
K. Rich. Off with his Son George's Head.
Nor. My Lord, the Enemy is paft the Marsh;
After the Battel let George Stanley dye.

K. Rich. A thoufand Hearts are great within my Bofom. Advance our Standard, fet upon our Foes,

Our ancient word of Courage, fair St. George,
Inspire us with the fpleen of fiery Dragons:
Upon them, Victory fits on our Helms.

[Exeunt.
Alarum. Excurfions. Enter Catesby.
Catef. Refcue, my Lord of Norfolk,
Rescue, Rescue :

The King enacts more Wonders than a Man,
Daring an oppofite to every Danger:
His Horfe is flain, and all on foot he fights,
Seeking for Richmond in the throat of Death:
Refcue, fair Lord, or elfe the Day is loft.

Alarums. Enter King Richard.

K. Rich. A Horfe, a Hoife, my Kingdom for a Horfe.
Catef. Withdraw, my Lord, I'll help you to a Horfe.
K. Rich. Slave, I have fet my Life upon a caft,

And I will ftand the hazard of the Die:
I think there be fix Richmonds in the Field,
Five have I flain to Day, inftead of him.
A Horfe, a Horfe, my Kingdom for a Horse.

Alarum.

Alarum. Enter King Richard and Richmond, they fight, Richard is flain.

Retreat, and Flourish. Enter Richmond, Derby bearing the Crown, with divers other Lords.

Richm. God and your Arms be prais'd, Victorious Friends; The Day is ours, the bloody Dog is dead

Derby. Couragious Richmond, well haft thou acquit thee: Lo, here thefe long ufurped Royalties,

From the dead Temples of this bloody Wretch,
Have I pluckt off, to grace thy Brows withal.
Wear it, and make ufe of it.

Richm. Great God of Heaven, fay Amen to all.
But tell me, is young George Stanley living?

Derby. He is, my Lord, and fafe in Leicester Town; Whither, if you please, we may withdraw us.

Richm. What Men of Note are flain on either Side?
Derby. John Duke of Norfolk, Walter Lord Ferris,
Sir Robert Brakenbury, and Sir William Brandon.
Richm. Inter their Bodies as becomes their Births,
Proclaim a Pardon to the Soldiers fled,

That in Submiffion will return to us:
And then, as we have taken the Sacrament,
We will unite the White Rofe, and the Red.
Smile Heav'n upon this fair Conjunction,
That long hath frown'd upon their Enmity:
What Traitor hears me, and fays not Amen?
England hath long been mad, and fear'd her felf;
The Brother blindly fhed the Brother's Blood;
The Father rafhly flaughter'd his own Son;
The Sons, compell'd, been Butchers to the Sire:
All this divided Tork and Lancaster,
Divided in their dire Divifion.
O now let Richmond and Elizabeth,
The true Succeeders of each Royal House,
By God's fair Ordinance, conjoin together:
And let thy Heirs, God, if theit Will be fo,
Enrich the time to come, with smooth-fac'd Peace,
With fmiling Plenty, and fair profperous Day..
Abate the edge of Traitors, Gracious Lord,

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That

That would reduce thefe bloody Days again,
And make poor England weep in ftreams of Blood.
Let them not live to tafte this Land's encrease,
That would with Treafon wound this fair Land's Peace.
Now Civil Wounds are ftopp'd, Peace lives again;
That the may long live here, God fay, Amen.

[Exeunt.

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