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And help to arm we, Ratcliff.-Lejve me, I say. Defire the earl to see me in my tent :

[Exil Railit. Yet one thing more, good captain, do for me ;

Richmord's Tent opens, and discovers bin, and bis Where is lord Stanley quarter'd, do you know?

Officers, c. Blunt. Unless I have mista'en his colours much,

Enter Starley. (Which, well I am aflırd, I have not done)

Stanl. Fortune and victory fit on thy helm!
His regiment lies half a mile at least

Ricbm. All comfort that the dark night can aiford,
South from the mighty power of the king.
Richm. If without peril it be poisible,


Be to thy person, noble facher-in-law ! Sweet Blunt, make some good means to speak with

Tell me, how fires our loving mother?

Stril. 1, by attorney *, blessence from thy mother, And give him from me this molt needful note.

Who Blunt. Upon my life, my lord, I'll undertake it;

prays continually for Richmond's good ;

So much for that.--The filene hours stel oli,
And so, God give you quiet rest to-night!
Richm. Good nighi, gouri captain Blunt. Come, In brief, for to the season bids us be,

And flaky darkness breaks within the cast.

Prepare thy battle early in the morning;
Let us consult upon to-morrow's business ;
In to my tent, the air is raw and cold.

And put thy fortune to the arbitrement
['They withdraw into the teni.

Of bloody strokes, and mortal staring wars. Enter, to bis tent, King Richard, Ratcliff, Norfolk, 1; as I may, (that which I would, I cannot) and Caresby.

With best advantage will deceive the time,

And aid thee in this doubtful Thock of arms :
K. Rich. What is't o'clock?
Cates. It's supper time, my lord;

But on thy side I may not be too forward,
It's nine o'clock.

Left, being feen, thy tender brother George K. Rich. I will not sup to-night.

Be executed in his father's fight. Give me some ink and paper.

Farewell: the leisure o, and the fearful time

Cuts of the ceremonious vow's of love,
What, is my beaver casier than it was ?-
And all my armour laid into my tent? [diness.

An ample enterchange of sweet discoure,

Which iv long fundred friends thould dwell upon ;
Cates. It is, my liege; and all things are in rea-
K. Rich. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge;

God give us leiture for these rites of love!

Once more, adieu :--De valient and freed well! Ule careful watch, chule truity centinels.

Ricium. Good lords, conduct him to his regiment : Nor. I go, my lord.

(Norfolk. K. Rich. Stir with the lak to-morrow, gentle Left leaden flumber peizei me down to-morrowe,

l'll itrive, with troubled thoughts, to take a nap ; Nor. I warrant you, my lord.


When I thould mount with wings of victory :
K. Rich. Rarchii,
Rat. My lord ?

Once more, good night, kind lords and gentlemen,
K. Rich. Send out a pursuivant at arms

[Exeurit turdi, si

O, Thou! whose captain I account myself,
To Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his power
Before lun-rising, leit his son George fall

Look on my forces with a gracious eye ;
Into the blind case of eternal night.--

Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath, Fill me a bowl of wine :--Give me a watch 1:

That they may crush down with a heavy fall [To Carrfby.

The uurping helmets of our adverfanes! Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow.

Mike us thy quitters of chastisement,
Look that my staves 2 be found, and not too heavy. To thee I do commend my watchful soul,

That we may praise thee in thy victory!
Rut. My lord ?

Ere I let fill the windows of mine eyes;

[thumberland ? K. Ricis. Saw'rt thou the melanchwly lord Nor-/Sleeping, and wzking, 0, defend me ftill! [Skipse

Rai. Thomas the earl of Surrey ad himself, Enter the Gloft of Prince Edward, Son to Henryibe
Much about cock-thut time 3, from troop to troup,

Went through the army, cheering up the soldiers. Gboft. Let me fit heavy on thy soul to-morrow!
K. Rich. I am satisfy'd. Give ine a bowl of wine :

[To K. Rick I have not that alacrity of spirit,

Think how thou itabh'uft me in the prime of youth
Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have.- At Tewksbury ; despair therefore, and die! —
So, let it down.--Is ink and paper ready? Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wronged souls
Rat. It is, my lord.

(To Riken,
K. Rich. Bid my guard watch, and leave me. Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behur:
About the mid of night, come to my tent king Henry's itiue, Richmond, comforts thee.

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Enter the Glooft of Henry :be Sixth. Thy adversary's wife doth pray for thee.
Ghoft. When I was mortal, my anointed body

Enter the Ghost of Buckingham.

[To K. Rich. Ghoft. The first was I, that help'd thee to the By thee was punched full of deadly holes :

crown ;

[To K. Risko
Think on the Tower and me; despair and die ; The last was I, that felt thy tyranny :
Henry the sixth bids thee despair and die ! 0, in the battle think on Buckingham,

Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror! [To Richm. And die in terror of thy guiltiness !
Harry, that prophesy'd thou shouldst be king, Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death;
Duth comfort thee in thy sleep; live, and flourish. Fainting, despair; despairing, yield thy breath!
Enter the Ghost of Clarence.

I dy'd for hope', ere I could lend thee aid :
Ghost. Let me fit heavy on thy soul to-morrow !

[To Richina [To K. Rich. But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay'd : I, that was wash'd to death with fulsome wine, God and good angels fight on Richmond's fide; Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death! And Richard falls in height of all his pride. To-morrow in the battle think on me,

[The Gbojis vanish. And fall thy edgeless sword ; despair, and die !

[K. Richard starts out of his dream. Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster, K. Rich. Give me another horse, bind up

[To Richm.

my wounds,
The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee ; Have mercy, Jesu!--Soft; I did but dream.
Good angels guard thy battle! Live, and flourish! O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!
Enter the Ghofts of Rivers, Grey, and Vaughan. The lights burn blue.--Is it not dead midnight?
Riv. Let me lit heavy on thy soul to-morrow! Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling Aleth.

[T. K. Rick. What do I fear? myself? there's none else by :
Rivers, that dy'd at Pomfret! despair, and die ! Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I.
Grey. Think upon Grey, and let thy soul despair! Is there a murd'rer here : No;-Yes; I am:

[To K. Rich. Then fly,--What, from myself : Great reason: Why.
Vaugh. Think upon Vaughan; and, with guilty Left I revenge. What? Myself on myself?

I love myself. Wherefore ? for any good,
Let fall thy lance! despair, and die !

That I myself have done unto myself?

[To K. Rich. O, no: alas, I rather hate myself,
All. Awake! and think, our wrongs in Richard's For hateful deeds committed by myself.

I am a villain : Yet I lye, I am not.
Will conquer him ;-awake, and win the day! Fool, of thyself speak well :--Fool, do not flatter.

[To Ricbm. My conscience hath a thoufand several tongues,
Enter the Gbol of Lord Hasting, And every tongue brings in a several tale,
Ghoft. Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake; And every tale condemns me for a villain.

[To K. Rich. Perjury, perjury, in the highest degree,
And in a bloody battle end thy days!

Murder, itern murder, in the drit degree ;
Think on lord Haitings; and deipair, and die !-- All several fins, all us'u in each degree,

Quiet untroubled soul, awake, awake! [To Richm. Throng to the bar, crying all,--Guilty! guilty !
Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake! I thall despair,--There is no creature loves me ;

Enter the Girulis of the rawo young Princes. And, if I die, no soul thall picy me:-
Ghzofts. Dream on thy coulins (mother'd in the Nay, wherefore should they? tunce that I myself

Find in mvielf no pity to myself.
Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard, Methought, the fouls of all that I had inurder'd

[To X. Rich. Came to my tent; and every one did threat And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death! To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard. Thy nephews' souls bid thee despair, and die.

Enter Ratcliff.
Sleep, Richmond, neep in peace, and wake in Rat. My lord,

[To Ricbns. K. Rich. Who's there?
Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy! Rat. My lord, 'tis I: The early village cock
Live, and beget a happy race of kings !

Hath twice done falutation to the morn; Edward's unhappy fons do bid thee Mourish. Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour. Enter the Ghost of Lady Anre.

K. Rich. (, Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fearful' Ghof. Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne

dreim ! thy wife,

[To K. Rich. What thinkeitthou ? will our friends prove all true? That never nept a quiet hour with thee,

Rai. No doubt, my lord.
Now fills thy fleep with perturba:ions :

K. Rich. Ratcliff, I fear, I fear,
Tc-morrow in the battle think on me,

Ra:. Nay, good my lord, he not afraid of shadows.
And fall thy edgeless sword; despair, and die ! - K. Rich. By the apostie Paul, shadows tonight
Thuli, quiet foul, neep thou a quiet sleep; Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard,

[To Richm.Than can the substance of ten thoutand soldiers, Dream of success and happy victory;

| Armed in proof, and led by thailow Richmond.

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1 j. e. I died for wishing well to you.

It is not yet near day. Come, go with me

K. Ricb. He said the truth : And what fait Under our tents ; I'll play the eaves-dropper,

Surrey then To hear, if any mean to shrink from me.

Rat. He smil'd and faid, the better for our purpose. [Exeunt K. Richard, and Ratcliff. K. Ricb. He was i’ the right ; and so, indeed, it is. Richmord wakes. Enter Oxford, and others. Tell the clock there.--Give me a kalenda.Lords, Good morrow, Richmond. [men,

[Ciak firikes. Richm. 'Cry mercy, lords, and watchful gentic-Who saw the fun to-day? That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard hera

Rai, Not I, my lord.

[book, Lids. How have you slept, my lord ?

K. Rich. Then he disdains to thine ; for, by the Richm. The sweetest sleep, and faireft-boding He shoukl have brav'd the east an hour ago : dreams,

A black day it will be to somebody.
That ever enw'd in a drowsy head,

Have I since your departure had, my lords. [derd, kut. My lord ?
Methought, their fouls, whose bodies Riciuard mur K. Rich. The sun will not be seen to-day ;
Came to my tent, and cry'd-On! victory! The sky doth frown and lour upon our army.
I promise you, my heart is very jocund

I would, these dewy tears were from the ground. In the remembrance of so fair a dream.

Not thine to-day! Why, what is that to me, How far into the morning is it, lords?

More than to Richmond ? for the self-fame hearer., Lards. Upon the stroke of four.

That frowns on me, looks fadly upon him. Richm. Why, then 'tis time to arm, and give di

Ericr Norfolk. rection. [He advances to the iroops. Nor. Arm, arm, my lord; the foe vaunts in the More than I have faid, loving countrymen,


(horie :The leisure and enforcement of the time

K. Rich. Come, bustle, bustle ;-Caparison my Forbids to dwell upon : Yet remember this, Call up lord Stanley, bid him bring his power :God and our good cause night upon our fide ; I will lead forth my foldiers to the plain, The prayers of holy faints, and wronged fouls, And thus my battle shall be ordered. Like high-rear'd bulwarks, stand before our faces; My foreward Thall be drawn out all in length, Richard except, those, whom we fight againit, Consisting equally of horse and foot ; Had rather have us win, than him they follow. Our archers thall be placed in the midst: For what is he they follow truly, gentleinen, John duke of Norfolk, Thomas earl of Surrey, A bloody tyrant, and a homicide ;

Shall have the leading of this foot and horse. One rais'd in blood, and one in blood establish'd; They thus directed, we will follow One that made means ' to come by what he hath, In the main battle; whole puissance on either side And Naughter'd those that were the means to help Shall be well winged with our chiefest horse. A base foul stone, made precious by the foil [him ; This, and Saint George to bout 3! —what think'st Of England's chair, where he is falfely set ;

thou, Norfolk ? One that hath ever been God's enemy :

Nor. A good direction, warlike sovereignThen, if you fight against God's enemy,

This found I on my tent this morning. God will, in justice, ward you as his foldiers :

[Giving a crow!. If you do sweat to put a tyrant down,

K. Rieb. Jouky of Norfolk, be not too bold, [Reads. You fleep in peace, the tyrant being Nain ;

For Dickon 4 iby majlır is bought and fold. If you do fight against your country's foes, A thing devised by the enemy.Your country's fat ihall pay your pains the hire; Go, gentlemen, every man unto his charge : If you do fight in safeguard of your wives, Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls ; Your wives 1hall welcome home the conquerors; For conscience is but a word that cowards uie, If you do free your children from the sword, Devis’d at first to keep the strong in awe; Your children's children quit it in your age. Our strong arms be our conscience, Twords our law, Then, in the name of God, and all thefe rigiits, March on, join bravely, let us to 't pell-mell; Advance your standards, draw your willing swords : If not to heaven, then hand in hand to heil. For me, the ransom of my bold attempt

What ihall i say more than I have inferr'd? Shall be this cold corpse on the earth's cold face; Remember whom you are to cope withal ;But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt

A forts of vagabunds, rascals, and run-aways, The least of you thall share his part thereof. A fcum of Brittains, and base lackey peasants, Sound, drums and trumpets, holdly and cheeriully; Whom their o'er-cloyed country vomits forth God, and Saint George2 ! Riclumond, and victory! To deiperate ventures and allur d destruction.

[Excunt. You seeping fate, they bring you to unrett; Ro-cnter King Richard, Raiclis', &c. You having lands, and bleft with beauteous wives, K. Rick. What laid Northumberland, as touching They would dittrain the one, distain the other. Richmond ?

And who dcth lead them, but a paltry fellow, Rat. That he was never trained up in arms. Long kept in Brittaine at our brother's coft?

1 To mzhe means, in our author's time, always fignified-to come at any thing by indirect prafticesa 2 Szent George was the common cry of the English foldiers when they charged the enemy. hool here would seem to mean io heis. 4 The ancient abbrevia:ion of Richard.

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A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse ! Felt so much cold as over shoes in snow?

[Exeunt. Let's whip these stragglers o'er the seas again ; Alarums. Erter King Richard and Richmond ; they Lash hence these over-weening rags of France,

fight, Riobard is fiuin. These famish'd beggars, weary of their lives; Retreat, and flourish. Enter Richmond, Stanley, Who, but for dreaming on this fond exploit,

baring ibe crown, avith divers other Lords. For want of means, poor rats,had hang'd themselves: Richm. God, and your arms, be prais'ů, victoIf we be conquer'd, let men conquer us,

rious friends ; And not theie bastard Brittains; whom our fathers The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead. Have in their own land beaten, bobb’d, and thump'd, Stani. Courageous Richmond, well hast those And, on record, left them the heirs of shame.

acquit thee! Shall these enjoy our lands ? lie with our wives? Lo, here, these long-usurped royalties Ravish our daughters -Hark, I hear their drum. From the dead temples of this bloody wretch

[Drum afer off. Have I pluck'd off, to grace thy brows withal ; Fight, gentlemen of England! fight, bold yeomen! Wear it, enjoy it, and make use of it 3. Draw, archers, draw your arrow's to the head ! Rich. Great God of heaven, fay, Amen, to all ! Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood; But tell me, is young George Stanley living? Amaze the welkin with your broken staves !! - Stanl. He is, my lord, and safe in Leicester town; Enter a Mefjenger.

Whither, if it please you, we may now withdraw us. What says lord Stanley ? will he bring his power?

Richm. What inen of name are llain on either side? Ms. My lord, he doth deny to come.

Stanl. John duke of Norfolk, Walter lord Ferrers, K. Ricb. Ort with his son George's head. Sir Robert Brakenbury, and Sir William Brandon.

Nar. My lord, the enemy hath past the marih; Rich. Interr their bodies as becomes their births. After the battle let George Stanley die.

Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fled, K. Rich. A thousand hearts are great within my That in submitlion will return to us; botom:

And then, as we have ta'en the facrament, Advance our standards, set upon our foes ; We will unite the white rose and the red :Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George, Smile heaven upon this fair conjunction, Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons ! That long hath frown'd upon their enmity! Upon them! Victory fits on our helms. (Exeunt. What traitor hears me, and says not,--Amen?

England hath long been mad, and icarr'd herself; S CE N E IV.

The brother blindly shed the brother's blood, Another part of the field.

The father rashiy Naughter'd his own son,

The son, compell’d, been butcher to the fire ; Alarum. Excursions. Enter Catesby. All this divided York and Lancaster, Calif. Rescue, my lord of Norfolk! rescue! Divided, in their dire division. rescue!

O, now let Richmond and Elizabeth, The king enacts more wonciers than a man, The true succeeders of each royal house, Daring an opposite 2 to every danger ;

By God's fair ordinance conjoin together! His horfe is Nain, and all on foot he fights, And let their heirs (God, if thy will be so Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death : Enrich the time to come with smooth-fac'd peace, Reicue, fair lord, or else the day is lost!

With smiling plenty, and fair prosperous days ! Alarum. Enter King Richard.

Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord, K. Rich. A horse! a horse ! my kingdom for a That would reduce these bloody days again, horse!

And make poor England weep in streams of blood! Cats. Withdraw, my bord, I'll help you to a horse. Let them not live to taste this land's encrease,

K. Rih, Slave, I have set my life upon a calt, That would with treason wound tiris fair land's peace! And I will stand the hazard of the dye :

Now civil wounds are itopp'd, peace lives again ; I think, there be fix Richmonds in the field; That the may long live here, God lay-~Amen! Five have 1 Nain to-day, instead of him :


I That is, fright the skies with the shivers of your lances. abuse it like the tyrant you have destroyed.

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