Stan. No, mighty liege; therefore mistrust | me not. K. Rich. Where is thy power then, to beat him back? Where be thy tenants, and thy followers? K. Rich. Cold friends to me: what do they in the north, [west? When they should serve their sovereign in the Stan. They have not been commanded, mighty king: Pleaseth your majesty to give me leave, K. Rich. Ay, ay, thou wouldst be gone to join with Richmond: I will not trust you, Sir. Stan. Most mighty sovereign, You have no cause to hold my friendship doubtful; I never was, nor never will be, false. K. Rich. Well, go, muster men. But, hear you, leave behind Your son, George Stanley; look your heart be Or else his head's assurance but frail. [firm, Stan. So deal with him, as I prove true to you. [Exit STANLEY, Enter a MESSENGER. Unto the shore, to ask those on the banks, K. Rich. March on, march on, since we are up in arms; If not to fight with foreign enemies, Cate. My liege, the duke of Buckingham is taken, Trond That is the best news; That the earl of RichIs 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 Enter STANLEY and Sir CHRISTOPHER Stan. Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this That, in the sty of this most bloody boar, Mess. My gracious sovereign, now in De- The fear of that withholds my present aid. vonshire, As I by friends am well advertised, Sir Edward Courtney, and the haughty prelate, Enter another MESSENGER. 2 Mess. In Kent, my liege, the Guildfords are in arms; And every hour more competitors* [strong. Flock to the rebels, and their power grows Enter another MESSENGER. 3 Mess. My lord, the army of great Buckingham of death? K. Rich. Out on ye, owls! nothing but songs [He strikes him. There, take thou that, till thou bring better news. 3 Mess. The news I have to tell your majesty, Is,-that, by sudden floods and fall of waters, K. Rich. O, I cry you mercy: There is my purse to cure that blow of thine. Hath any well-advised friend proclaim'd Reward to him that brings the traitor in? 3 Mess. Such proclamation hath been made, my liege. Enter another MESSENGER. 4 Mess. Sir Thomas Lovel, and lord marquis Dorset, "Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms. But this good comfort bring I to your high But, tell me, where is princely Richmond now Chris. At Pembroke, or at Ha'rford-west, i Wales. Stan. What men of name resort to him? Chris. Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned sol dier; Sir Gilbert Talbert, Sir William Stanley; Stan. Well, hie thee to thy lord; commerd Tell him, the queen hath heartily consented me to him; These letters will resolve him of my mind. He shall espouse Elizabeth her daughter. Farewell. [Gires papers to Sir CHRISTOPHEE. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I.-Salisbury.— An open place. Enter the SHERIFF, and Guard, with BUCKING HAM, led to execution. Buck. Will not king Richard let me speak with him? Sher. No, my good lord; therefore be patient. Buck. Hastings, and Edward's children Rivers, Grey, Holy king Henry, and thy fair son Edward, Buck. Why, then All-Souls' day is my body's doomsday. * Force. + Chaplain to the countess of Richmond. A sty in which hogs are set apart for fattening. his is the day, which, in king Edward's time, i wish'd might fall on me, when I was found False to his children, or his wife's allies: This is the day, wherein I wish'd to fall By the false faith of him whom most I trusted; This, this All-Souls' day to my fearful soul, Is the determin'd respite of my wrongs.* That high All-seer which I dallied with, Hath turned my feigned prayer on my head, And given in earnest what I begg'd in jest. Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men To turn their own points on their masters' bosoms: [neck,Thus Margaret's curse falls heavy on my When he, quoth she, shall split thy heart with sorrow, Remember Margaret was a prophetess.- blame. [Exeunt BUCKINGHAM, &c. SCENE II.-Plain near Tamworth. Enter, with drum and colours, RICHMOND, OXFORD, Sir JAMES BLUNT, Sir WALTER HERBERT, and others, with forces, marching. Richm. Fellows in arms, and my most loving friends, Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny, Have we march'd on without impediment; Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his trough In your embowell'd bosoms, this foul swine 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: [wings, True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-Bosworth Field. K. Rich. Here pitch our tents, even here in My lord of Surrey, why look you so sad? K. Rich. My lord of Norfolk,- K. Rich, Norfolk, we must have knocks; Nor. We must both give and take, my lov- * Injurious practices. 593 Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength, And, by the bright track of his fiery car, [set, Give me some ink and paper in my tent;- And you, Sir Walter Herbert, stay with me: And by the second hour in the morning much, (Which, well I am assur'd, I have not done,) His regiment lies half a mile at least South from the mighty power of the king. Richm. If without peril it be possible, Sweet Blunt, make good some means to speak with him, And give him from me this most needful note. Blunt. Upon my life, my lord, I'll undertake it; And so, God give you quiet rest to-night! Let us consult upon to-morrow's business; [They withdraw into the Tent. Enter, to his Tent, King RICHARD, NORFOLK, RATCLIFF, and CATESBY. K. Rich. What is't o'clock? K. Rich. I will not sup to-night.- Cate. It is, my liege; and all things are in readiness. K. Rich. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge; Use careful watch, choose trusty sentinels. K. Rich. Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle | Once more good night, kind lords and gentleNorfolk. Ratcliff, Rat. My lord? K. Rich. Saw'st thou the melancholy lord Northumberland? Rat. Thomas the earl of Surrey, and himself, Much about cock-shutt time, from troop to troop, [diers. Went through the army, cheering up the solK. Rich. I am satisfied. Give me a bowl of wine: I have not that alacrity of spirit, K. Rich. Bid my guard watch; leave me. 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 ! Stan. I, by attorney, bless thee from thy mother, Who prays continually for Richmond's good; men. [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 toThink, how thou stab'dst me in my prime of [To King RICHARD. morrow! youth At Tewksbury; Despair therefore, and die!— 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 Throng to the bar, crying all,-Guilty! guilty! die!I shall despair.-There is no creature loves 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 smother'd 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.- Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy! The GHOST of Queen ANNE rises. Ghost. Richard, thy wife, that wretched That never slept a quiet hour with thee, Thou, quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep; The GHOST of BUCKINGHAM rises. And Richard falls in height of all his pride. K. Rich. Give me another horse,-bind up me! Have mercy, Jesu!-Soft; I did but dream.- Is there a murderer here? No;-Yes; I am: [ter. Lest I revenge. What? Myself on myself? me; And, if I die, no soul will pity me:- Rat. My lord, K. Rich. Who's there? Rat. Ratcliff, my lord; 'tis I. The early vil- Hath twice done salutation to the morn; mour. K. Rich. O, Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fearful dream! [true? What thinkest thou? will our friends prove all Rat. No doubt, my lord. K. Rich. Ratcliff, I fear, I fear, Rat. Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of shadows. K. Rich. By the apostle Paul, shadows tonight Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard, Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond. [Exeunt King RICHARD and RATCLIFF. RICHMOND wakes. Enter OXFORD and others. Lords. Good morrow, Richmond. Richm. 'Cry mercy, lords, and watchful gen- That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard here. That ever enter'd in a drowsy head, Came to my tent, and cried-On! victory! direction.-[He advances to the troops. faces; Richard except, those, whom we fight against, * Throne. 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, four 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, For me, the ransom of my bold attempt God, and Saint George! Richmond, and vic- K. Rich. What said Northumberland, as touching 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 purpose. K. Rich. He was i'the right; and so, indeed, it is. [Clock strikes. Tell the clock there.-Give me a calendar.Who saw the sun to-day? Rut. Not I, my lord. K. Rich. Then he disdains to shine; for, by the book, He should have brav'dt the east an hour ago: Rat. My lord? K. Rich. The sun will not be seen to-day; That frowns on me, looks sadly upon him. Nor. Arm, arm, my lord; the foe vaunts in the field. K. Rich. Come, bustle, bustle;—Caparison my horse Call up lord Stanley, bid him bring his power:- Shall be well winged with our chiefest horse. This, and Saint George to boot!-What think'st thou, Norfolk? Nor. A good direction, warlike sovereign.This found I on my tent this morning. [Giving a scroll. K. Rich. Jocky of Norfolk, be not too bold, [reads. For Dickont thy master is bought and sold. * Requite. + Made it splendid. 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 us to't pell-mell; If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell. What shall I say more than I have inferr'd They would restrain the one, distain the other. themselves: If we be conquer'd, let men conquer us, And not these bastard Bretagnes; whom our fathers [thump'd, Have in their own land beaten, bobb'd, and And, on record, left them the heirs of shame. Shall these enjoy our lands? lie with our wives? Ravish our daughters?-Hark, I hear their drum. [Drum afar of Fight, gentlemen of England! tight, bold yeo men! Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood; Amaze the welkin with your broken staves!t Enter a MESSENGER. What says lord Stanley? will he bring b power? Mess. My lord, he doth deny to come. K. Rich. Off instantly with his son George's head. Nor. My lord, the enemy is pass'd the marsh After the battle let George Stanley die. K. Rich. A thousand hearts are great within Advance our standards, set upon our foes; my bosom: Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George, Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons! Upon them! Victory sits on our helms. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Another part of the field. Alarum: Excursions. Enter NORFOLK, and Forces; to him CATESBY. Cate. Rescue, my lord of Norfolk, rescue. rescue! The king enacts more wonders than a man, |