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Yet one thing more, good captain, do for me; Have we march'd on without impediment; Where is lord Stanley quarter'd, do you know? And here receive we from our father Stanley Blunt. Unless I have mista'en his colours much, Lines of fair comfort and encouragement. (Which, well I am assur'd, I have not done,) The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar, His regiment lies half a mile at least That spoil'd your summer fields, and fruitful vines, South from the mighty power of the king. Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his Richm. If without peril it be possible, trough
Sweet Blunt, make some good means to speak with In your embowell'd bosoms, this foul swine
him, Lies now even in the centre of this isle,
And give him from me this most needful note. Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn :
Blunt. Upon my life, my lord, I'll undertake it ; From Tamworth thither, is but one day's march. And so, God give you quiet rest to-night! In God's name, cheerly on, courageous friends, Richm. Good night, good captain Blunt. Come, To reap the harvest of perpetual peace
gentlemen, By this one bloody trial of sharp war.
Let us consult upon to-morrow's business;
[They withdraw into the tent. Herb. I doubt not, but his friends will turn to us. Blunt. He hath no friends, but who are friends Enter, to his tent, King Richard, Norfolk, Ratcliff, for fear;
and Catesby. Which, in his dearest need, will fly from him. K. Rich. What is't o'clock? Richm. All for our vantage. Then, in God's Cate.
It's supper time, my lord; name, march:
It's nine o'clock.
(Exeunt. What, is my beaver easier than it was? SCENE III.-Bosvoorth Field. Enter King
And all my armour laid into my tent? Richard, and forces; the Duke of Norfolk,
Cate. It is, my liege; and all things are in readiEarl of Surrey, and others.
K. Rich. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge; K. Rich. Here pitch our tents, eren here in Use careful watch, choose trusty sentinels. Bosworth field.
Nor. I go, my lord. My lord of Surrey, why look you so sad?
K. Rich. Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle Sur. My heart is ten times lighter than my looks.
Norfolk. K. Rich. My lord of Norfolk,
Nor. I warrant you, my lord.
Here, most gracious liege. K. Rich. Ratcliff, K. Rich. Norfolk, we must have knocks; Ha! Rat. My lord? must we not?
K. Rich. Send out a pursuivant at arms Nor. We must both give and take, my loving lord. To Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his power K. Rich. Up with my tent: Here will I lie to- Before sun-rising, lest his son George fall night;
Into the blind cave of eternal night. (Soldiers begin to set up the king's tent. Fill me a bowl of wine.—Give me a watch :3.~ But where, to-morrow?-Well, all's one for that.
[To Catesby. Who hath descried the number of the traitors? Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow.
Nor. Six or seven thousand is their utmost power. Look that my stavest be sound, and not too heavy.
K. Rich. Why, our battalia trebles that account: Ratcliff,
K. Rich. Saw'st thou the melancholy lord Nor. Up with the tent.--Come, noble gentlemen,
thumberland ? Let us survey the vantage of the ground ;
Rat. Thomas the earl of Surrey, and himself, Call for some men of sound direction :
Much about cock-shuts time, from troop to troop, Let's want no discipline, make no delay; Went through the army, cheering up the soldiers. For, lords, to-morrow is a busy day. (Exeunt. K. Rich. I am satisfied. Give me a bowl of wine: Enter, on the other side of the field, Richmond, || Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have.
I have not that alacrity of spirit,
Rat. It is, my lord.
Ratcliff and Catesby.
Richmond's tent opens, and discovers him and his And part in just proportion our small power,
officers, &c. Enter Stanley. My lord of Oxford, -you sir, William Brandon,- Stan. Fortune and victory sit on thy helm! And you, sir Walter Herbert, stay with me : Richm. Allcomfort that the dark night can afford, The earl of Pembroke keeps2 his regiment ;- Be to thy person, noble father-in-law ! Good captain Blunt, bear iny good-night to him, Tell me, how fares our loving mother? And by the second hour in the morning
Stan. I, by attorney,6 bless thee from thy mother, Desire the earl to see me in my tent :
Who prays continually for Richmond's gond.
So much for that.— The silent hours steal on, (1) Appoint. (2) Remains with. (3) A watch-light. (4) Wood of the lances. (5) Twilight. (6) Deputation.
And flaky darkness breaks within the east.
Grey. Think upon Grey, and let thy soul despair. In brief, for so the season bids us be,
(To King Richard. Prepare thy battle early in the morning;
Vaugh. Think upon Vaughan; and, with guilty And put thy fortune to the arbitrement
fear, Of bloody strokes, and mortal-staring war. Let fall thy lance! Despair, and die I, as I may (that which I would, I cannot,)
[To King Richard. With best advantage will deceive the time, AU. Awake! and think, our wrongs in Richard's And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms :
(To Richmond. But on thy side I may not be too forward, Will conquer him ;-awake, and win the day! Lest, being seen, thy brother, tender George, Be executed in his father's sight.
The Ghost of Hastings rises. Farewell: The leisure and the fearful time Ghost. Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake; Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love,
(To King Richard. And ample interchange of sweet discourse, And in a bloody battle end thy days! Which so long sunder'd friends should dwell upon : Think on lord Hastings; and despair, and die! God give us leisure for these rites of love!
Quiet untroubled soul, awake, awake! Once more, adieu :-Be valiant, and speed well!
[To Richmond. Richm. Good lords, conduct him to his regiment : || Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake! I'll strive, with troubled thoughts, to take a nap; Lest leaden slumber peisel me down to-morrow,
The Ghosts of the two young Princes rise. When I should mount with wings of victory : Ghosts.
Dream on thy cousins smother'd in the Once more, good night, kind lords and gentlemen.
Tower; (Exeunt Lords, &c. with Stanley. Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard, 0 Thou! whose captain I account myself,
And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death! Look on my forces with a gracious eye;
Thy nephews' souls bid thee despair, and die.Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath, Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake in joy; That they may crush down with a heavy fall Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy? The usurping helmets of our adversaries ! Live, and beget a happy race of kings! Make us thy ministers of chastisement,
Edward's unhappy sons do bid thee flourish.
The Ghost of Queen Anne rises.
Ghost. Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne Sleeping, and waking, 0, defend me still ! [Sleeps. thy wife,
That never slept a quiet hour with thee, The Ghost of Prince Edward, son to Henry the || Now fills thy sleep with perturbations : Sixth, rises between the two tents.
Tomorrow, in the battle, think on me, Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow! And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair, and die –
[To King Richard. Thou, quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep; Think, how thou stab’dst me in my prime of, youth || Dream of success and happy victory;
(To Richmond. At Tewksbury; Despair therefore, and die Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wronged souls
Thy adversary's wife doth pray for thee. Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf:
The Ghost of Buckingham rises. King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thee.
Ghost. The first was I, that help'd thee to the The Ghost of King Henry the Sixth rises.
[To King Richard. Ghost. When I was mortal, my anointed body ||The last was I that felt thy tyranny:
(To King Richard. O, in the battle think on Buckingham, By thee was punched full of deadly holes :
And die in terror of thy guiltiness ! Think on the Tower, and me ; Despair, and die ; Fainting, despair; despairing, yield
thy breath :
Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death; Harry the Sixth bids thee despair and die.Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror!
I died for hope, ere I could lend thee aid : [To Richmond.
(To Richmond. Harry, that prophesy'd thou should'st be king,
But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay'd : Doth comfort thee in thy sleep; Live, and flourish! 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. Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow!
K. Rich. Give me another horse, --bind up my [ To King Richard.
wounds, I, that was wash'd to death with fulsome wine,
Have mercy, Jesu!-Soft; I did but dream; Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death! To-morrow in the battle think on me,
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair, and die !- ||Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh.
The lights burn blue. - It is now dead midnight. Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster,
What do I fear? myself? there's none else by: (To Richmond.
Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee;
Is there a murderer here? No;-Yes; I am: Good angels guard thy battle! Live, and flourish! Then fly,–What, from myself? Great reason The Ghosts of Rivers, Grey, and Vaughan, rise.
Lest I revenge. What? Myself on myself? Riv. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow, I love myself. Wherefore for any good,
(To King Richard. That I myself have done unto myself? Rivers, that died at Pomfret! Despair, and die ! O, no: alas, I rather hate myselt,
For hateful deeds committed by myself
. (1) Weigh.
I am a villain : Yet I lie, I am not.
Fool, of thyselt speak well :-Fool, do not flatter. || Of England's chair,? where he is falsely set;
If you do sweat to put a tyrant down,
Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors ; Nay, wherefore should they? since that I myself | If you do free your children from the sword, Find in myself no pity to myself
Your children's children quit: it in your age. Methought, the souls of all that I had murder'd Then, in the name of God, and all these rights, Came to my tent: and every one did threat Advance your standards, draw your willing swords; Tomorrow's vengeance on the head of Richard. For me, the ransom of my bold attempt Enter Ratcliff.
Shall be this cold corpse on the earth's cold face;
But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt Rat. My lord,
The least of you shall share his part thereof. K. Rich. Who's there?
Sound, drums and trumpets, boldly and cheerfully; Rat. Ratcliff, my lord; 'tis I. The early village God, and Saint George! Richmond, and victory ! cock
(Exeunt. Hath twice done salutation to the morn;
Re-enter King Richard, Ratcliff, attendants, and Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour.
forces. K. Rich. O, Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fearful dream!
K. Rich. What said Northumberland, as touchWhat thinkest thou? will our friends prove all true?
Rat. That he was never trained up in arms. Rat. No doubt, my lord.
K. Rich. He said the truth: And what said K. Rich. Ratcliff, I fear, I fear,
Surrey then? Rat. Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of shadows.
Rat. He smild and said, the better for our purK. Rich. By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard,
K. Rich. He was i'the right; and so, indeed, it is. Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers,
(Clock strikes. Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond.
Tell the clock there.-Give me a calendar.It is not yet near day. Come, go with me;
Who saw the sun to-day? Under our tents I'll play the eaves-dropper,
Not I, my lord. To hear, if any mean to shrink from me.
K. Rich. Then he disdains to shine; for, by the (Exeunt King Richard and Ratcliff.
A black day will it be to somebody:-
Rat. My lord?
K. Rich. The sun will not be seen to-day; That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard here. Lords. How have you slept, my lord?
The sky doth frown and lour upon our army. Richm. The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding | Not shine to-day! Why, what is that to me,
I would, these dewy tears were from the ground. dreams, That ever enter'd in a drowsy head,
More than to Richmond? for the self-same heaven,
That frowns on me, looks sadly upon him.
Nor. Arm, arm, my lord; the foe vaunts in the Came to my tent, and cried-On! victory!
field. I promise you, my heart is very jocund
K. Rich. Come, bustle, bustle ;-Caparison iny In the remembrance of so fair a dream.
horse; How far into the morning is it, lords?
Call up lord Stanley, bid him bring his power :Lords. Upon the stroke of four.
I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain, Richm. Why, then 'tis time to arm, and give di-| And thus my battle shall be ordered.
rection. - [He advances to the troops. My foreward shall be drawn out all in length, More than I have said, loving countrymen, Consisting equally of horse and foot ; The leisure and enforcement of the time
Our archers shall be placed in the midst : Forbids to dwell on : Yet remember this, John duke of Norfolk, Thomas earl of Surrey, God, and our good cause, fight upon our side ; Shall have the leading of this foot and horse. The prayers of holy saints, and wronged souls, They thus directed, we ourself will follow Like high-rear'd bulwarks, stand before our faces; In the main battle ; whose puissance on either side Richard except, those, whom we fight against, Shall be well winged with our chiefest horse. Had rather have us win, than him they follow. This, and Saint George to boot - What think'st For what is he they follow? truly, gentlemen,
thou, Norfolk ? A bloody tyrant, and a homicide;
Nor. A good direction, warlike sovereign.-
(Giving a scroll. And slaughter'd those that were the means to help K. Rich. Jocky of Norfolk, be not too bold, [Reads him;
For Dickons thy master is bought and sold A base foul stone, made precious by the foil
(4) Made it splendid. (1) Throne. (2) Guard. (3) Requite. (5) The ancient familiarization of Richard.
A thing devised by the enemy.
K. Rich. Slave, I have set my life upon a cast, Go, gentlemen, every man unto his charge : And I will stand the hazard of the die: Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls ; I think, there be six Richmonds in the field; Conscience is but a word that cowards use, Five have I slain to-day, instead of him :Devis’d at first to keep the strong in awe; A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! (Ext. Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law. Alarums. Enter King Richard and Richmond ; March on, join bravely, let's to't pell-mell ; If not to heaven, then band in hand to hell.
and exeunt fighting. Retreat, and flourish. What shall I say more than I have inferr'd?
Then enter Richmond, Stanley, bearing the Remember whom you are to cope withal ;
crown, with divers other Lords, and forces. A sort of vagabonds, rascals, and runaways, Richm. God, and your arms, be prais'd, victoA scum of Bretagnes, and base lackey peasants,
rious friends; Whom their o'er-cloy'd country vomits forth The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead. To desperate ventures and assurd destruction. Slan. Courageous Richmond, well hast thou You sleeping safe, they bring you to unrest;
acquit thee! You having lands, and bless'd with beauteous wives, Lo, here, this long-usurped royalty, They would restrain the one, distain the other. From the dead temples of this bloody wretch And who doth lead them, but a paltry fellow, Have I pluck'd off, to grace thy brows withal; Long kept in Bretagne at our mother's cost? Wear it, enjoy it, and make much of it. A milk-sop, one that never in his life
Richm. Great God of heaven, say, Amen, to all : Felt so much cold as over-shoes in snow? But, tell me first, is young George Stanley living ? Let's whip these stragglers o'er the seas again; Stan. He is, my lord, and safe in Leicester town; Lash hence these over-weening rags of France, Whither, if it please you, we may now withdraw us. These famish'd beggars, weary of their lives ; Richm. What men of name are slain on either Who, but for dreaming on this fond exploit,
side ? Forwantof means, poor rats, had hang’d themselves: Stan. John duke of Norfolk, Walter lord Ferrers, If we be conquer'd, let men conquer us, Sir Robert Brakenbury, and sir William Brandon. And not these bastard Bretagnes; whom our fathers Richm. Inter their bodies as becomes their births. Have in their own land beaten, bobb’d, and thump'd, || Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fled, And, on record, left them the heirs of shame. That in submission will return to us; Shall these enjoy our lands? lie with our wives ? And then, as we have ta'en the sacrament, Ravish our daughters ?-Hark, I hear their drum. We will unite the white rose with the red :
Drum afar off: Smile heaven upon this fair conjunction, Fight, gentlemen of England ! fight, bold yeomen! || That long hath frown'd upon their enmity ! Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head! What traitor hears me, and says not,—Amen? Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood; England hath long been mad, and scarr'd herself, Amaze the welkin with your broken staves !? The brother blindly shed the brother's blood, Enter a Messenger.
The father rashly slaughter'd his own son,
The son, compelld, been butcher to the sire; What says lord Stanley? will he bring his power? | All this divided York and Lancaster,
Mess. My lord, he doth deny to come. Divided, in their dire division.-
' instantly with his son George's head. || O, now, let Richmond and Elizabeth, Nor. My lord, the enemy is pass'd the marsh; | The true succeeders of each royal house, After the battle let George Stanley die.
By God's fair ordinance conjoin together! K. Rich. A thousand hearts are great within my | And let their heirs (God, if thy will be so,)
Enrich the time to come with smooth-fac'd peace, Advance our standards, set upon our foes; With smiling plenty, and fair prosperous days ! Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George, Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord, Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons ! That would reduce these bloody days again, Upon them! Victory sits on our helms. (Exeunt. | And make poor England weep in streams of blood! SCENE IV.—Another part of the field. Alar. Let them not live to taste this land's increase, um: Excursions. Enter Norfolk, and forces ;
That would with treason wound this fair land's to him Catesby.
Now civil wounds are stopp'd, peace lives again ; Cate. Rescue, my lord of Norfolk, rescue, rescue! || That she may long live here, God say- Amen. The king enacts more wonders than a man,
(Exeunt. 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 !
This is one of the most celebrated of our author's Alarum. Enter King Richard.
performances; yet I know not whether it has not
happened to him as to others, to be praised most, K. Rich. A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a when praise is not most deserved. That this play horse!
has scenes noble in themselves, and very well conCate. Withdraw, my lord, I'll help you to a horse. | trived to strike in the exhibition, cannot be denied.
But some parts are trifling, others shocking, and (1) Company.
JOHNSON. 2) Fright the skies with the shivers of your lances.