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

trough In your embowell'd 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 yperpetual peace By this one bloody trial of sharp war. Oxf. Everyman's conscience isathousandswords, To fight o 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 it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. [Ereunt. SCENTE III—Bosworth Field. Enter King

Richard, and forces; the Duke of Norfolk, Earl of Surrey, and others.

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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.—
sowilliam Brandon, you shallbearmy 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 injust 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:—

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To Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his power
Before sun-rising, lest his son George fall
Into the blind cave of eternal night.—
Fill me a bowl of wine.—Give me a watch 3–
[To Catesby.
Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow.—
Look that my staves" be sound, and not too heavy.
Rat. My lord?
K. Rich. Saw'st thou the melancholy lord Nor-
thumberland *
Rat. Thomas the earl of Surrey, and himself,
Much about cock-shuts time, from .. to troop,
Went o 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.
About the mid of night, come to my tent
And help to arm me—Leave me, I say.
[King Richard retires into his tent. Ereunt
#. and Catesby.

Richmond's tent opens, and discovers him and his officers, &c. Enter Stanley.

Stan. Fortune and victory sit on thy helm!

Richm. Allcomfort that the darknightcan 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 .. for Richmond's So much for that.—The silent hours steal on,

(5) Twilight. (6) Deputation.

And flaky darkness breaks within the east.
In brief, for so the season bids us be,
. thy battle early in the morning;
And put thy fortune to the arbitrement
Of bloody strokes, and mortal-staring war.
I, as I may §: 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 losé,
And ample interchango of sweet discourse,
Which so long sunder'd friends should dwell upon:
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 peisel 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 thyministers 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.

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Ghost. The first was I, that help'd thee to the crown; [To King Richard. The last was I that felt thy tyranny: O, in the battle think on Buckingham, And die in terror of thy guiltiness! Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death; Fainting, despair; despairing, yield thy breath!I died for hope, ere I could lend thee aid: [To Richmond. But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay’d: 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. K. Rich. Give me another horse, bind up my wounds,Have mercy, Jesu!—Soft; I did but dream; O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!– The lights burn blue.—It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear? myself? there's none else by: Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here? No;-Yes; I am : Then o, from myself? Great reason

Lest I ro. What? Myself on myself?
I love myself. Wherefore? for any good,
That I myself have done unto myself?
O, no: alas, I rather hate myself,
For hateful deeds committed by myself.
I am a villain: Yet Ilie, I am not.

Fool, of thyselt speak well:—Fool, do not flatter.
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
#. every tale condemns me * a villain.
erjury, perjury, in the high'st de ;
i. ... e io
All several sins, all us'd in each degree,
Throng to the bar, crying all,—Guilty! guilty!
I shall despair.—There is no creature loves me;
And, if I die, no soul will pity me:—
Nay, wherefore should they since that I myself
Find in myself no pity to myself.
Methought, the souls of all that I had murder'd
Came to my tent: and every one did threat
To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard.

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men, That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard here. Lords. How have you slept, my lord? Richm. The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding dreams, That ever enter'd in a drowsy head, Have I since your departure had, my lords. Methought, their souls, whose bodies Richard murder'd, Came to my tent, and cried—On! victory! I promise you, my heart is very jocund In the remembrance of so fair a dream. How far into the morning is it, lords? Lords. Upon the stroke of four. Richm. Why, then 'tis time to arm, and give direction.— o advances to the troops. More than I have said, loving countrymen, The leisure and enforcement of the time Forbids to dwell on : Yet remember this, God, and our #: cause, fight upon our side; The prayers of holy saints, and wronged souls, Like high-rear'd bulwarks, stand before our faces; Richard except, those, whom we fight against, Had rather have us win, than him they follow. For what is he they follow; truly, gentlemen, A bloody tyrant, and a homicide; One rais'd in blood, and one in blood establish'd; One that made means to come by what he hath, And slaughter'd those that were the means to help

im: A base soul stone, made precious by the foil

(1) Throne. (2) Guard. (3) Requite. wol. ii.

Of England's chair, where he is falsely set;
One that hath ever been God's enemy:
Then, if you fight against God's enemy,
God will, in justice, wardo you as his soldiers;
If you do sweat to put a tyrant down,
You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain;
If you do fight against your country's foes,
Your country's fat shall pay your pains the hire;
If you do fight in safeguard of your wives,
Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors;
If you do free your children from the sword,
Your children's children quito it in your age.
Then, in the name of God, and all these rights,
Advance yourstandards, draw your willingswords;
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;
God, and Saint George's Richmond, and victory !
Re-enter King Richard, Ratcliff, attendants, and
K. Rich. What said Northumberland, as touch-
ing Richmond?
Rat. That he was never trained up in arms.
K. Rich. He said the truth: And what said
Surrey, then?
Rat. He smil'd and said, the better for our pur-

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horse;— Call up lord Stanley, bid him bring his power:I will lead forth my soldiers to o, And thus my battle shall be ordered. My foreward shall be drawn out all in length, Consisting equally of horse and foot; Our archers shall be placed in the midst: John duke of Norfolk, Thomas earl of Surrey, Shall have the leading of this foot and horse. They thus directed, we ourself will follow In the main battle; whose puissance on either side Shall be well winged with our chiefest horse. This, and Saint George to boot!—What think'st thou, Norfolk 2 .Nor. A good direction, warlike sovereign.— This found I on my tent this morning. [Giving a scroll. K. Rich. Jockyof Norfolk, be not too bold, [Reads For Dickon; thy master is bought and sold

(4) Made it splendid. (5) The ancient familiarization of Richard.

A thing devised by the enemy.—
Go, gentlemen, every man unto his charge:
Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls;
Conscience is but a word that cowards use,
Devis'd at first to keep the strong in awe;
Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law.
March on, join bravely, let's to"t pell-mell;
If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell.
What shall I say more than I have inferr'd?
Remember whom you are to cope withal;-
A sort of vagabonds, rascals, and runaways,
A scum of Bretagnes, and base lackey peasants,
Whom their o'er-cloy'd country vomits }.
To desperate ventures and assur’d destruction.
You o safe, they bring you to unrest;
You having lands, and bless'd with beauteous wives,
would restrain the one, distain the other.
And who doth lead them, but a palty fellow,
Long kept in Bretagne at our mother's cost?
A milk-sop, one that never in his life
#: so jo. as over-shoes in snow?
t’s whi stragglers o'er the seas again;
Lash j these over-weening rags of France,
These famish'd rs, weary of their lives;
Who, but for dreaming on this fond exploit,
Forwantofmeans, poor rats,hadhang'd themselves:
If we be conquer'd, let men conquer us,
And not these bastard Bretagnes; whom our fathers
Havein their ownlandbeaten, bobb'd, and thump'd,
And, on record, left them the heirs of shame.
Shall these enjoy our lands? lie with our wives?
Ravish our daughters?—Hark, I heartheir drum.
so. afar off.
Fight, gentlemen of England! fight, bold yeomen!
Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head!
Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood;
Amaze the welkin with your broken staves 9

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K. Rich. Slave, I have set my life upon a And I will stand the hazard of #. op" cast, I think, there be six Richmonds in the field; Five have Islain to-day, instead of him:A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! [Ext.

JAlarums. Enter King Richard and Richmond; and exeunt fighting. Retreat, and flourish. Then enter Richmond, Stanley, bearing the crown, with divers other Lords, and forces. Richm. God, and your arms, be prais'd, victorious friends; The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead. Stan. Courageous Richmond, well hast thou - acquit thee! rped l Lo, here, this long-usu royalty, From the dead temples of this bloody wretch Have I pluck'd off, to grace thy brows withal; Wear it, enjoy it, and make much of it. Richm. Great God of heaven, say, Amen, to all:— But, tell me first, is young George Stanley living? Stan. He is, my lord, and safe in Leicester town; Whither, if it please you, we may now withdraw us. Richm. W. men of name are slain on either <irle 2

side : Stan. John duke of Norfolk, Walterlord Ferrers, Sir Robert Brakenbury, and sir William Brandon. Richm. Intertheir bodies as becomes their births. Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fled, That in submission will return to us; And then, as we have ta'en the sacrament, We will unite the white rose with the red:— Smile heaven upon this fair conjunction, That long hath frown'd upon their enmity!— What traitor hears me, and says not, -Amen? England hath long been mad, and scarr'd herself, The brother blindly shed the brother's blood, The father rashly slaughter'd his own son, The son, compell'd, been butcher to the sire; All this divided York and Lancaster, Divided, in their dire division.— O, now, let Richmond and Elizabeth, The true succeeders of each royal house, By God's fair ordinance conjoin together! And let their heirs (God, if thy will be so) Enrich the time to come with smooth-fac'd peace, With smiling plenty, and fair prosperous days! Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord, That would reduce these bloody days again, And make poor England weepin streams of blood! Let them not live to taste this land's increase, That would with treason wound this fair land's peace! Now civil wounds are stopp'd, peace lives again; That she may long live here, God say–Amen. [Ereunt.

This is one of the most celebrated of our author's

rformances; yet I know not whether it has not

ppened to him as to others, to be †. most, when praise is not most deserved. , That this play has scenes noble in themselves, and very well contrived to strike in the exhibition, cannot be denied. But some parts are trifling, others shocking, and some improbable. JOHNSON.

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