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K. Rick, Out on ye, owls! nothing but songs Sher. No, my good lord : therefore be patient. of death?
(He strikes him. Buck. Hastings, and Edward's children, RiThere, take thou that, till thou bring better news. vers, Grey,
3 Mess. The news I have to tell your majesty, Holy King Henry, and thy fair son Edward, Is, -that, by sudden floods and fall of waters, Vaughan, and all that have miscarried Buckingham's army is dispers'd and scatter'd;'By underhand corrupted foul injustice; And he himself wander'd away alone, If that your moody discontented souls No man knows whither,
Do through the clouds behold this present hour, K. Rich.
O, I cry you mercy : Even for revenge mock my destruction ! There is my purse to cure that blow of thine. This is All-Souls' day, fellows, is it not? Hath any well advised friend proclaim'd Sher. It is, my lord.
[doomsday: Reward to him that brings the traitor in? Buck. Why, then All-Souls' day is my body's 3 Mess. Such proclamation hath been made, This is the day, which, in King Edward's time, my liege.
I wish'd might fall on me, when I was found [Enter another Messenger. (Dorset, False to his children, or his wife's allies : 4 Vess, Sir Thomas Lovel, and lord marquis This is the day, wherein I wish'd to fall 'Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms. By the false faith of him whom most I trusted: But this good comfort bring I to your highness - This, this, All-Souls' day to my fearful soul, The Bretagne navy is dispers'd by tempest: Is the determin'd respite of my wrongs. Richmond, in Dorsetshire, sent out a boat That high All-seer which I dallied with, l'nto the shore, to ask those on the banks, Hath turned my feigned prayer on my head, If they were his assistants, yea, or no: (ham And given in earnest what I begg'd in jest. Who answerd him, they came from Bucking- Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men Upon his party : he, mistrusting them, [tagne. To tum their own points on their masters' Hois'd sail, and made his course again for Bre bosoms; K. Rich March on, march on, since we are Thus Margaret's curse falls heavy on my neck,np in arms;
When he, quoth she,shall split thy heart with sorrow, If not to fight with foreign enemies,
Remember Margaret was a prophetess, Yet to beat down these rebels here at home, Come, sirs, convey me to the block of shame;
Enter CATESBY. (taken, Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of Cate. My liege, the duke of Buckingham is blame.
(Eseunt BUCKINGHAM, &c. That is the best news; That the earl of Richmond
SCENE II. Plain near Tamworth. Is with a mighty power landed at Mitford, Is corder news, but yet they must be told. Enter with drum and colours, RicHMOND, OXFORD, K. Rich. Away towards Salisbury; while we SIR JAMES BLUNT, Sir WALTER HERBERT, reason here
and Others, with Forces, marching, A royal battle might be won and lost;
Richm. Fellows in arms, and my most loving Some one take order, Buckingham be brought friends, *To Salisbury ;-the rest march on with me. Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny,
[Exeunt. Thus far into the bowels of the land SCENE V. A Poom in Lord Stanley's House. Have we march'd on without impediment;
And here receive we from our father Stanley Enter STANLEY and Sir CHRISTOPHER URSWICK. Lines of fair comfort and encouragement.
Stan. Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this from The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar,
This trough If I revolt, off goes young George's head; Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes The fear of that withholds my present aid. in your embowell'd bosoms, this foul swine But, tell me, where is princely Richmond now ? Lies now eren in the centre of this isle, Chris. At Pembroke, or at Harford-west, in Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn: Wales.
From Tamworth thither, is but one day's march. Stan. What men of name resort to him?
In God's name, cheerly on, courageous friends, Chris. Sir Walter Herbert,a renowned soldier; To reap the harvest of perpetual peace Sir Gilbert Talbot, Sir William Stanley; By this one bloody trial of sharp war. (swords, Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, Sir James Blunt, Oxf. Every man's conscience is a thousand And Rice ap Thomas, with a valiant crew; To fight against that bloody homicide. (us. And many other of great fame and worth: Herb. I doubt not, but his friends will turn to And towards London do they bend their course, Blunt. He hath no friends, but who are friends If by the way they be not fought withal.
for fear; Stan. Well, hie thee to thy lord; commend Which, in his dearest need, will fly from him. me to him;
Richm. All for our vantage. Then, in God's Tell him, the queen hath heartily consented
name, march :
[wings; He shall espouse Elizabeth her daughter, True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's These letters will resolve him of my mind.
Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures Farewell, [Gives papers to Sir CHRISTOPHER.
SCENE III. Bosworth Field.
NORFOLK, EABL OF SURREY, and Others,
K. Rich. Here pitch our tents, even here in SCENE I. Salisbury. An open Place,
Bosworth field. Enter the Sheriff and Guard, with BUCKINGHAM, My lord of Surrey, why look you so sad ? led to execution.
Sur, My heart is ten times lighter than my Buck. Will not King Richard let me speak K, Rich. My lord of Norfolk, [look in with him?
Here, most gracious liege.
K. Rich. Norfolk, we must have knocks :: Before sun-rising, lest his son George fall
[lord. Into the blind cave of eternal night.Nor. We must both give and take, my loving Fill me a bowl of wine.-Give me a watch :K. Rich. Up with my tent: Here will I lie
[TO CATESBY, to-night;
Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow.[Soldiers begin to set up the King's Tent. Look that my staves be sound, and not too But where to-morrow?- Well, all's one for that, Ratcliff,
(heavy. Who hath descried the number of the traitors? Rat. My lord ?
(Northumberland ? Nor. Six or seven thousand is their utmost K. Rich. Saw'st thou the melancholy Lord power.
[count: Rat. Thomas the earl of Surrey, and himself, K. Rich. Why, our battalia trebles that ac- Much about cock-shut time, from troop to troop, Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength, Went through the army.cheering upthe soldiers. Which they upon the adverse faction want. K. Rich. So, I am satisfied. Give me a bowl Up with the tent-Come, noble gentlemen, I have not that alacrity of spirit, (of wine : Let us survey the vantage of the ground; Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have.-Call for some men of sound direction :
Set it down.-Is ink and paper ready ? Let's want no discipline, make no delay; Rat. It is, my lord. For, lords, to-morrow is a busy day. (E.ceunt. K. Rich. Bid my guard watch; leave me. Enter, on the other side of the Field, RICHMOND, And help to arm me.-Leave me, I say,
About the mid of night come to my tent, Sie William BRANDON, OXFORD, and other
[KING RICHARD retirés into his Tent, Lords. Some of the Soldiers pitch RICHMOND'S
Ecount RATCLIFF and CATESBY. Tent.
RICHMOND'S Tent opens, and discovers him and Richm. The weary sun hath made a golden set,
his Officers, &c. And, by the bright track of his fiery car,
Enter STANLEY. Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow. Stan. Fortune and victory sit on thy helm! Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my stan Richm. All comfort that the dark night can dard.
Be to thy person, noble father-in-law ! [afford, Give me some ink and paper in my tent:
Tell me how fares our loving mother? (ther, I'll draw the form and model of our battle,
Stan. I, by attorney, bless thee from thy moLimit each leader to his several charge,
Who prays continually for Richmond's good : And part in just proportion onr small power. So much for that.-The silent hours steal on, My lord of Oxford, you, Sir William Brandon, And flaky darkness breaks within the east. And you, Sir Walter Herbert, stay with me: In brief, for so the season bids us be, The earl of Pembroke keeps his regiment:- Prepare thy battle early in the morning; Good Captain Blunt, bear my good night to him, And put thy fortune to the arbitrement And by the second hour in the morning Of bloody strokes, and mortal-staring war. Desire the earl to see me in my tent :
I as I may (that which I would, I cannot), Yet one thing more, good captain, do for me;
With best advantage will deceive the time, Where is Lord Stanley quarter'd, do you know? And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms :
Blunt. Unless I have mista'en his colours much But on thy side I may not be too forward, (Which, well I am assurd, I have not done),
Lest, being seen, thy tender brother George His regiment lies half a mile at least
Be executed in his father's sight: Sonth from the mighty power of the king. Farewell: The leisure and the fearful time
Richm. If without peril it be possible, Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love, Sweet Blunt, make some good means to speak And ample interchange of sweet discourse, with him,
Which so long sunder'd friends should dwell And give him from me this most needful note.
upon ; Blunt. Upon my life, my lord, I'll undertake it; God give us leisure for these rites of love : A'd so, God give you quiet rest to-night!
Once more, adieu :-Be valiant, and speed well! Richm. Good night, good captain Blunt.
Richm. Good lords, conduct him to his regiCome, gentlemen,
ment: Let us consult upon to-morrow's business; I'll strive, with troubled thoughts, to take a nap; In to my tent, the air is raw and cold.
Lest leaden slumber peise me down to-morrow, [They withilrau into the Tenl. When I should mount with wings of victory: Enter, to his Tent, KING RICHARD, NORFOLK, RAT- Once more, good night, kind lords and gentleCLIFF, and CATESBY.
men. (Exeunt Lords, dc, with STANLEY. K. Rich. What is't o'clock ?
O Thou ! whose captain I account myself, Crte.
It's supper time, my lord: Look on my forces with a gracious eye; It's nine o'clock.
Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath, K. Rich.
I will not sup to-night.-- That they may crush' down with a heavy fall Give me some ink and paper.
The usurping helmets of our adversaries! What, is my beaver easier than it was ? Make us thy ministers of chastisement, And all my armour laid into my tent? That we may praise thee in thy victory! Cate. It is, my liege; and all things are in to thee I do commend my watchful soul, readiness.
Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes ; K. Rich. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge; Sleeping, and waking, 0, defend me still! Uso careful watch, choose trusty sentinels.
(Sleeps. Nor. I go, my lord.
(Norfolk. The Ghost of Prince Edward, Son to Henry the K. Rich. Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle Sixth, rises between the two Tents. Nor. I warrant you, my lord.
(Exit. Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow! K. Rich. Rateliti,
[TÓ KING RICHARD. Pat. My lord ?
Think, how thou stab'dst me in my prime of . Pich. Send out a pursuivaut at arms youth Tostanley's regiment; bid him bring his power At Tewksbury; Despair therefore, and die !
Be cheerful, Richmond ; for the wronged souls I died for hope, ere I could lend thee aid. Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf :
(To RICHMOND. King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thee. But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay'd :
The Ghost of King Henry the Sixth rises. God, and good angels, fight on Richmond's side ; Ghost. When I was mortal, my anointed body and Richard falls in height of all his pride.
(To KING RICHARD. [The Ghosts vanish. KING RICHARD starts By thee was punched full of deadly holes :
out of his dream. Think on the Tower, and me; Despair, and die; K. Rich. Give me another horse,-bind up Harry the Sixth bids thee despair and die.
my wounds, Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror ! Have mercy, Jesú!-Soft ; I did but dream.
[TO RICHMOND. O coward conscience, how dost thon afflict me! Harry, that prophesy'd thou should'st be king, The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight. Doth comfort thee in thy sleep; Live, and flou- Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh.
The Ghost of Clarence rises. [rish! What do I fear? myself? there's none else by : Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow! Richard loves Richard : that is, I am 1.
[To KiNG RICHARD. Is there a murderer here? No ;-Yes; I am: I, that was wash'd to death with fulsome wine, Then fly,-What, from myself ; Great reason : Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death! Why? To-morrow in the battle think on me, Lest I revenge. What? Myself on myself ? And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair,and die!- I love myself. Wherefore ? for any good, Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster, That I myself have done unto myself ?
[To RICHMOND. O, no: alas, I rather hate myself, The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee; For hateful deeds committed by myself. Good angels guard thy battle! Live and flourish! I am a villain : Yet I lie, I am not. The Ghosts of Rivers, Grey, and Vaughan, rise. Fool, of thyself speak well:--Fool, do not flatter. Riv. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow, My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
(To KING RICHARD. And every tongue brings in a several tale, Rivers, that died at Pomfret; Despair, and die! And every tale condemns me for a villain. Grey. Think upon Grey, and let thy soul des- Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree, pair !
[To KING RICHARD. Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree; Vaugh. Think upon Vaughan; and, with guilty all several sins, all usd in each degree, Let fall thy lance! Despair, and die ! (fear. Throng to the bar, crying all-Guilty ! guilty !
[To King Richard. I shall despair. -- There is no creature loves me! AU. Awake! and think, our wrongs in Rich- And, if I die, no soul will pity me :ard's bosom
[To RICHMOND. Nay, wherefore should they? since that I myself Will conquer leim ;-awake, and win the day! Find in myself no pity to myself. The Ghost of Hastings rises.
Methought, the souls of all that I had murder'd Ghost. Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake; Came to my tent: and every one did threat
[TO KING RICHARD. To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard, And in a bloody battle end thy days!
K. Rich. Who's there?
(lage cock (To RicusOXD. Rat. Ratcliff, my lord; 'tis I. The early vilArm, fight, and conqner, for fair England's sake! Hath twice done salutation to the morn:
The Ghosts of the two young Princes rise. Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour. Ghosts. Dream on thy cousins smother'd in K. Rich. O, Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fearful the Tower;
(true ? Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard, What thinkest thou ? will our friends prove all And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death! Rat. No doubt, my lord. Thy nephews' souls bid thee despair, and die. K. Rich.
Rateliff, I fear, I fear,Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake Rat. Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of shain joy ;
dows. Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy! K. Rich. By the apostle Paul,shadows to-night Live, and beget a happy race of kings ! Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard, Edward's
unhappy sons do bid thee flourish. Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers,
The Ghost of Queen Anne rises. Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond. Ghost. Richard, thy wite, that wretched Anne It is not yet near day. Come, go with me! thy wife,
Under our tents I'll play the eaves-dropper, That never slept a quiet hour with thee, To hear, if any mean to shrink from me. Now fills thy sleep with perturbations:
Exeunt King RICHARD and RATCLIFF. To-morrow in the battle think on me,
RICHMOND wakes. Enter Oxford and Others. And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair.and die !-- Lords. Good morrow, Richmond. [tlemen, Thou, quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep! Richm. 'Cry mercy, lords, and watchful gen
[To Richmoxd. That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard here. Dream of success and happy victory;
Lords. How have you slept, my lord ? Thy adversary's wife doth pray for thee. Richm. The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding
The Ghost of Buckingham rises. That ever enter'd in a drowsy head, [dreams, Ghost. The first was I, that help'd thee to the Have I since your departure had, my lords. crown;
[To KING RICHARD. Methought, their souls, whose bodies Richard The last was I that felt thy tyranny :
murder'd, o, in the battle think on Buckingham, Came to my tent, and cried-On! victory! And die in terror of thy guiltiness!
I promise you, my heart is very jocund Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death! In the remembrance of so fair a dream. Fainting, despair ; despairing, yield thy liow far into the morning is it. lords? breath
Lords. Upon the stroke of fuur.