The Bretagne navy is dispersed by tempest.
Richmond, in Dorsetshire, sent out a boat
Unto the shore, to ask those on the banks
If they were his assistants, yea or no:

Who answered him, they came from Buckingham

Upon his party: he, mistrusting them,

Hois'd sail and made his course again for Bretagne.

K. Rich. March on, march on, since we are up in arms:

If not to fight with foreign enemies,

Yet to beat down these rebels here at home.

Enter CATESBY.

Cate. My liege, the Duke of Buckingham is taken :

That is the best news. That the Earl of Richmond

Is with a mighty power landed at Milford
Is colder news, but yet they must be told.

K. Rich. Away towards Salisbury: while we reason here

A royal battle might be won and lost.
Some one take order Buckingham be brought
To Salisbury: the rest march on with me.

[Exeunt.

SCENE V.-A Room in LORD STANLEY'S House. Enter STANLEY and SIR CHRISTOPHER URSWICK. Stan. Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this from

me:

That in the sty of this most bloody boar
My son George Stanley is franked up in hold.
If I revolt, off goes young George's head:
The fear of that withholds my present aid.
But tell me where is princely Richmond now?
Chris. At Pembroke or at Ha'rford-west, in
Wales.

Stan. What men of name resort to him?
Chris. Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned soldier;
Sir Gilbert Talbot, Sir William Stanley;
Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, Sir James Blunt,
And Rice-ap-Thomas, with a valiant crew;
And many other of great fame and worth:
And towards London do they bend their course,
If by the way they be not fought withal.

Stan. Well, hie thee to thy lord; commend
me to him:

Tell him the queen hath heartily consented
He shall espouse Elizabeth her daughter.
These letters will resolve him of my mind.
Farewell. [Gives papers to SIR CHRISTOPHER.
[Exeunt.

Thus far into the bowels of the land
Have we marched on without impediment:
And here receive we from our father Stanley
Lines of fair comfort and encouragement.
The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar,
That spoiled your summer fields and fruitful vines,
Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his
trough

In your embowelled bosoms, this foul swine
Lies now even in the centre of this isle,
Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn:
From Tamworth thither is but one day's march.
In God's name, cheerly on, courageous friends,
To reap the harvest of perpetual peace
By this one bloody trial of sharp war.

Oxf. Every man's conscience is a thousand swords,

To fight against that bloody homicide.

Herb. I doubt not but his friends will turn to us. Blunt. He hath no friends but who are friends for fear;

Which in his dearest need will fly from him.

Richm. All for our vantage. Then, in God's

name, march:

True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings; Kings make it gods, and meaner creatures kings. [Exeunt.

SCENE III.-Bosworth Field.

Enter KING RICHARD and Forces; the DUKE OF NORFOLK, EARL OF SURREY, and others.

K. Rich. Here pitch our tents, even here in Bosworth field.

My lord of Surrey, why look you so sad?
Sur. My heart is ten times lighter than my
looks.

K. Rich. My lord of Norfolk,-
Nor. Here, most gracious liege.

K. Rich. Norfolk, we must have knocks: ha! must we not?

Nor. We must both give and take, my loving lord.

K. Rich. Up with my tent: here will I lie tonight :

[Soldiers begin to set up the KING'S Tent. But where to-morrow?-Well, all's one for that.— Who hath descried the number of the traitors? Nor. Six or seven thousand is their utmost

power.

K. Rich. Why our battalia trebles that account: Besides, the King's name is a tower of strength, Which they upon the adverse faction want. Up with the tent.-Come, noble gentlemen, Let us survey the vantage of the ground: Call for some men of sound direction.

Let's want no discipline, make no delay;
For, lords, to-morrow is a busy day. [Exeunt.
Enter, on the other side of the field, RICHMOND,
SIR WILLIAM BRANDON, OXFORD, and other
Lords. Some of the Soldiers pitch RICHMOND'S
Tent.

Richm. The weary sun hath made a golden set,
And by the bright track of his fiery car
Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.―
Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my standard.
Give me some ink and paper in my tent:
I'll draw the form and model of our battle,
Limit each leader to his several charge,
And part in just proportion our small power.
My lord of Oxford, you Sir William Brandon,
And you Sir Walter Herbert, stay with me:
The Earl of Pembroke keeps his regiment:
Good Captain Blunt, bear my good night to him,
And by the second hour in the morning
Desire the earl to see me in my tent.

Yet one thing more, good captain, do for me: Where is Lord Stanley quartered, do you know? Blunt. Unless I have mista'en his colours

K. Rich. Saw'st thou the melancholy Lord Northumberland?

Rat. Thomas the Earl of Surrey, and himself, Much about cock-shut time, from troop to troop Went through the army, cheering up the soldiers.

K. Rich. I am satisfied. Give me a bowl of wine: I have not that alacrity of spirit

Nor cheer of mind that I was wont to have.-
So, set it down.-Is ink and paper ready?
Rat. It is, my lord.
K. Rich. Bid my guard watch: leave me.
Ratcliff, about the mid of night come to my tent
And help to arm me.-Leave me, I say.

[KING RICHARD retires into his Tent.
Exeunt RATCLIFF and CATESBY.

RICHMOND'S Tent opens, and discovers him and his Officers, &c.

Enter STANLEY.

Stan. Fortune and victory sit on thy helm! Richm. All comfort that the dark night can afford

Be to thy person, noble father-in-law.
Tell me how fares our loving mother?

Stan. I by attorney bless thee from thy mother,
Who prays continually for Richmond's good:
So much for that. The silent hours steal on,
And flaky darkness breaks within the east:
In brief, for so the season bids us be,
Prepare thy battle early in the morning,
And put thy fortune to the arbitrement
Of bloody strokes and mortal-staring war.
I as I may (that which I would I cannot)
With best advantage will deceive the time,
And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms:
But on thy side I may not be too forward,
Lest, being seen, thy brother, tender George,
Be executed in his father's sight.
Farewell: the leisure and the fearful time
Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love,
And ample interchange of sweet discourse,
Which so long sundered friends should dwell upon:
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God give us leisure for these rites of love!
Once more, adieu. Be valiant, and speed well.
Richm. Good lords, conduct him to his regiment.
I'll strive, with troubled thoughts, to take a nap:
Lest leaden slumber peise me down to-morrow,
When I should mount with wings of victory.
Once more, good night, kind lords and gentlemen.
[Exeunt Lords, &c., with STANLEY.
O Thou whose captain I account myself,
Look on my forces with a gracious eye;
Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath,
That they may crush down with a heavy fall
The usurping helmets of our adversaries :
Make us thy ministers of chastisement,
That we may praise thee in thy victory!
To thee I do commend my watchful soul,
Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes:
Sleeping and waking, O defend me still. [Sleeps.

The Ghost of PRINCE EDWARD, Son to HENRY THE
SIXTH, rises between the two Tents.

Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul tomorrow! [TO KING RICHARD. Think how thou stab'dst me in my prime of youth At Tewkesbury: despair therefore, and die !— Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wrongéd souls Of butchered princes fight in thy behalf: King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thee. The Ghost of KING HENRY THE SIXTH rises. Ghost. When I was mortal, my anointed body [TO KING RICHARD.

By thee was punchéd full of deadly holes. Think on the Tower and me: despair and die: Harry the sixth bids thee despair and die.Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror !

[TO RICHMOND. Harry, that prophesied thou shouldst be king, Doth comfort thee in thy sleep: live and flourish!

The Ghost of CLARENCE rises.

Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow! [TO KING RICHARD. I that was washed to death with fulsome wine; Poor Clarence, by thy guile betrayed to death. To-morrow in the battle think on me, And fall thy edgeless sword: despair and die!-Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster, [TO RICHMOND. The wrongéd heirs of York do pray for thee: Good angels guard thy battle! live and flourish.

The Ghosts of RIVERS, GREY, and VAUGHAN, rise.

Riv. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to morrow; [TO KING RICHARD. Rivers, that died at Pomfret: despair and die!

Grey. Think upon Grey, and let thy soul despair! [To KING RICHARD. Vaugh. Think upon Vaughan, and with guilty fear

Let fall thy lance: despair and die!

[TO KING RICHARD. All. Awake! and think our wrongs in Richard's bosom [TO RICHMOND. Will conquer him: awake, and win the day!

The Ghost of HASTINGS rises. Ghost. Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake; [TO KING RICHARD. And in a bloody battle end thy days: Think on Lord Hastings, and despair and die!— Quiet untroubled soul, awake, awake!

[To RICHMOND.

Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake.

The Ghosts of the two young Princes rise. Ghosts. Dream on thy cousins smothered in the Tower:

Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard,
And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death!
Thy nephews' souls bid thee despair and die.-
Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake in joy;
Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy!
Live and beget a happy race of kings:
Edward's unhappy sons do bid thee flourish.

The Ghost of QUEEN ANNE rises. Ghost. Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy wife,

That never slept a quiet hour with thee,
Now fills thy sleep with perturbations.
To-morrow in the battle think on me,

And fall thy edgeless sword: despair and die !-