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Thus far into the bowels of the land
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.
Enter, on the other side of the field, Richmond,
To Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his power
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.
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?
Fool, of thyselt speak well:—Fool, do not flatter.
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;
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.—
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.