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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 spoild 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 embowellid 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,
and Catesby. for fear; 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.-Bosworth Field.
And all my armour laid into my tent?
Cate. It is, my liege; and all things are in readiRichard, and forces; the Duke of Norfolk, Earl of Surrey, and others.
K. Rich. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge; K. Rich. Here pitch our tents, even 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 staves4 be sound, and not too heavy.
K. Rich. Why, our battalia trebles that account : || Ratcliff,Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength, Rat. My lord ? Which they upon the adverse faction want. K. Rich. Saw'st thou the melancholy lord NorUp 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, Sir William Brandon, Oxford, and other Lords
. So, set it down. Is ink and paper ready? Some of the soldiers pitch Richmond's tent.
Rat. It is, my lord.
And help to arm me.—Leave me, say.
Ratcliff and Catesby.
Richmond's tent opens, and discovers him and his And part in just proportion our small power,
officers, 8C. 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 nightcan afford, The earl of Pembroke keeps his regiment; Be to thy person, noble father-in-law! Good captain Blunt, bear my 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 good:
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,
(70 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 :
[7o 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'dfriends 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; (E.ceunt Lords, &c. with Stanley. || Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard, O 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, sleepin peace, and wake in joy ;
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.
That never slept a quiet hour with thee,
Tomorrow, in the battle, think on me,
[To King Richard. Thou, quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep; Think, how thou stab’dst me in my prime of youth
[To Richmond At Tewksbury; Despair therefore, and die
Dream of success and happy victory; 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 :
[Í'o 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 ; Painting, '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,
Put 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,1, that was wash'd to death with fulsome wine,
llave mercy, Jesu!-Soft; I did but dream; Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death!
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!-To-morrow in the battle think on me, And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair, and dié !- 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 Fichard; 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 reasonThe 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 myself,
For hateful deeds committed by myself. (1) Weigh.
I am a villain : Yet I lie, I am not.
Fool, of thyseli speak well :—Fool, do not flatter. || Of England's chair, where he is falsely set ;
One that hath ever been God's enemy :
you do sweat to put a tyrant down, Murder, stern murder, in the dirst degree; You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain ; All several sins, all us’d in each degree,
you do fight against your country's foes,
Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors ;
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 yourstandards, draw your willing swords; To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard. For me, the ransom of my bold attempt
Shall be this cold corpse on the earth's cold face;
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; 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
K. Rich. What said Northumberland, as touchdream!
ing Richmond ? What thinkest thou ? will our friends prove all true?
Rat. That he was never trained up in arms.
K. Rich. He said the truth : And what said
Rat. He smild and said, the better for our pur-
pose. 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.
Who saw the sun to-day?
Not I, my lord.
K. Rich. Then he disdains to shine; for, by the (Exeunt King Richard and Ratcliff.
book, Richmond wakes. Enter Oxford and others.
He should have brav'd4 the east an hour ago :
A black day will it be to somebody.-
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. Richm. The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding|| Not shine to-day! Why, what is that to me, dreams
More than to Richmond ? for the self-same heaven, 'That ever enter'd in a drowsy head,
That frowns on me, looks sadly upon him.
Nor. Arm, arm, my lord; the foe vaunts in the
field. I promise you, my heart is very jocund
K. Rich. Come, bustle, bustle ;-Caparison my 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 :-
I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain,
rection (He advances to the troops. | My foreward shall be drawn out all in length,
Our archers shall be placed in the midst :
thou, Norfolk ?
Nor. A good direction, warlike sovereign.
(Giving a scroll: And slanghter'd those that were the means to help K. Rich. Jockyof Norfolk, be not too bold, [Reads.
For Dickon 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. VOL, U.
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 attright 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 ! (Exe. Our strong arins be our conscience, swords our law. March on, join bravely, let's to't pell-mell;
Alarums. Enter King Richard and Richmond; If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell.
and exeunt fighting. Retreat, and flourish. What shall I say more than I have interrd?
Then enler Picinmond, Stanley, bearing the Remember whom you are to cope withal;-
Crown, with divers oiher 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 assur'd destruction. Stan. Courageous Richmond, well hast thai 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 straggiers o'er the seas again; Stan. He is, my lord, and safe in Leicester town; Lash hence these over-weening rays 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 subinission 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 !2 The brother blindly shed the brother's blood, Enter a Messenger.
The father rashly slaughter'd his own son,
The son, compell’d, 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, their dire division -
Nor. My lord, the enemy is pass’d the marsh; The true succeeders of each royal house,
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,) bosom:
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.
PERSONS REPRESENTED. King Henry the Eighth.
Surveyor to the duke of Buckingham. Cardinal Wolsey. Cardinal Campeius. Brandon, and a Serjeant at arms. Capucius, ambassador from the emperor Door-keeper of the council-chamber. Porter, and Charles V.
his Man. Cranmer, archbishop of Canterbury.
Page to Gardiner. A Crier.
Queen Katharine, wife to king Henry, afterwards Lord Chamberlain. Lord Chancellor.
divorced. Gardiner, bishop of Winchester.
Anne Bullen, her maid of honour; afterwards Bishop of Lincoln. Lord Abergavenny. Lord
An old lady, friend to Anne Bullen. Sir Henry Guildford. Sir Thomas Lovell. Patience, woman to queen Katharine. Sir Anthony Denny. Sir Nicholas Vaux.
Several Lords and Ladies in the dusnb shows ; Secretaries to Wolsey.
Women attending upon the queen; Spirits, Cromwell, servant to Wolsey.
which appear to her; Scribes, Officers, Guards, Griffith, gentleman-usher to queen Katharine.
and other Attendants. Three other Gentlemen. Doctor Butts, physician to the king.
Scene, chiefly in London and Westminster ; once, Garter, king at arms.
I thank your grace:
I COME no more to make you laugh; things
SCENE I.-London. An antechamber in the
Palace. Enter the Duke of Norfolk, at one door; now,
at the other, the Duke of Buckingham, and the That bear a weighty and a serious brow,
GOOD morrow, and well met. How have you The subject will deserve it. Such, as give
and ever since a fresh admirer The play may pass; if they be still, and willing, of what I saw there. I'll undertake, may see away their shilling
An untimely ague Richly in two short hours. Only they,
Stay'd me a prisoner in my chamber, when That come to hear a merry, bawdy play, Those suns of glory, those two lights of men, 3 A noise of targets; or to see a fellow
Met in the vale of Arde. In a long motley coat, guarded! with yellow, Nor.
'Twixt Guynes and Arde: Will be deceiv'd: for, gentle hearers, know, I was then present, saw them salute on horseback; To rank our chosen truth with such a show Beheld them, when they lighted, how they clung As fool and fight is, beside forfeiting
In their embracement, as they grew together; Our own brains, and the opinion that we bring Which had they, what four thron'd ones could have (To make that only true we now intend, 2)
weigh'd Will leave us never an understanding friend. Such a compounded one? Therefore, for goodness' sake, and as you are
All the whole time known
I was my chamber's prisoner. The first and happiest hearers of the town,
lost Be sad, as we would make ye: Think, ye see The view of earthly glory : Men might say, The very persons of our noble story,
Till this time, pomp was single; but now married As they were living ; think, you see them great, To one above itself
. Each following day And follow'd with the general throng, and sweat, || Became the next day's master, till the last Of thousand friends ; then, in a moment, see Made former wonders it's: To-day, the French, Ilow soon this mightiness meets misery!
All clinquant,4 all in gold, like heathen gods, And, if you can be merry then, I'll say,
Shone down the English: and, to-morrow, they A man may weep upon his wedding-day.
(3) Henry VIII. and Francis I. king of France. (2) Pretend.
(4) Glittering, shining.