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K. Rich. Well, go, muster men. But, hear you, My son George Stanley is frank'd' up in hold; leave behind
If I revolt, off goes young George's head; Your son, George Stanley; look your heart be firm, The fear of that withholds my present aid. Or else his head's assurance is but frail.
But, tell me, where is princely Richmond now? Stan. So deal with him, as I prove true to you. Chris. Ai Pembroke, or at Ha'rford-west, in
Slan. What men of name resort to him?
Chris. Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned soldier ; Mess. My gracious sovereign, now in Devonshire, Sir Gilbert Talbot, sir William Stanley; As I by friends am well advertised,
Oxford, redoubted' Pembroke, sir James Blunt, Sir Edward Courtney, and the haughty prelate,
And Rice ap Thorras, with a valiant crew; Bishop of Exeter, his elder brother,
And many other of great same and worth: With many more confederates, are in arms. And towards London do they bend their course, Enter another Messenger.
If by the way they be not fought withal.
Stan. Well, hie thee to thy lord; commend mo 2 Mess. In Kent, my liege, the Guildfords are in
to him; arms;
Tell him, the queen hath heartily consented And every hour more competitors'
He shall espouse Elizabeth her daughter. Flock to the rebels, and their power grows strong. These letters will resolve him of my mind. Enter another Messenger.
Farewell. [Gives papers to Sir Christopher. S Mess. My lord, the army of great Bucking
(Eseunt. K. Rich. Out on ye, owls! nothing but songs of death? (He strikes him.
ACT V. There, take thou that, till thou bring better news. 3 Mess. The news I have to tell your majesty,
SCENE I.--Salisbury. An open place. Enter Is,-that, by sudden floods and fall of waters,
the Sheriff, and Guard, with Buckingham, led to Buckingham's army is dispers'd and scatter'd;
execution. And he himself wander'd away alone,
Buck. Will not king Richard let me speak with No man knows whither.
him? K. Rich. 0, I cry you mercy:
Sher. No, my good lord; therefore be patient. There is my purse, to cure that blow of thine.
Buck. Hastings, and Edward's children, Rivers, Hath any well-advised friend proclaim'd Reward to him that brings the traitor in ?
Holy king Henry, and thy fair son Edward, 3 Mess. Such proclamation hath been made, my Vaughan, and all that have miscarried
By underhand corrupted foul injustice ;
If that your moody discontented souls
Do through the clouds behold this present hour, Dorset,
This is All-Souls' day, fellows, is it not ? 'Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms.
Sher. It is, my lord. But this good comfort bring I to your highness, Buck. Why, then All-Souls' day is my body's The Bretagne navy is dispers'd bý tempest:
doomsday. Richmond, in Dorsetshire, sent out a boat
This is the day, which, in king Edward's time, Unto the shore, to ask those on the banks,
I wish'd might fall on me, when I was found If they were his assistants, yea, or no;
False to his children, or his wife's allies : Who answer'd him, they came from Buckingham This is the day, wherein I wish'd lo fall Upon his party: he, mistrusting them,
By the false faith of him whom most I trusted ; Hois'd sail, and made his course again for Bretagne. This, this All-Souls' day to my fearful soul, K. Rich. March on, march on, since we are up Is the determin'd respite of my wrongs. in arms;
That high Al-seer which I dallied with, If not to fight with foreign enemies,
Hath turn'd my seigned prayer on my hcad,
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: Cate. My liege, the duke of Buckingham is taken. Thus Margaret's curse falls heavy on my neck, That is the best news: That the earl of Richmond When he, quoth she, shall split thy heart with Is, with a mighty power," landed at Milford,
sorrow, Is colder news, but yet they must be told.
Remember Margaret was a prophetess.-K. Rich. Awav, towards Salisbury; while we Corne, sirs, convey me to the block of shame; reason here,
Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame. A royal battle might be won and lost :
" (Ezeunl Buckingham, fc. Some one take order, Buckingham be brought
SCENE II.-Plain near Tamworth. Enter, To Salisbury ;-the rest march on with me. (Exe.
with drum and colours, Richmond, Oxford, Sir SCENE V.A room in Lord Stanley's house. James Blunt, Sir Walter Herbert, and others, Enter Stanley and Sir Christopher Urswick." with forces, marching. Slan. Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this from Richm. Fellows in arms, and my most loving me:
friends, That, in the sty of this most bloody boar, Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny, (1) Associates. (2) Force.
|(4) A sty in which hogs are set apart for fattening Chaplain to the countess of Richmond. Tj Injurious practices.
Thus far into the bowels of the land
Yet one thing more, good captain, do for me; Have we march'd on without impediment; Where is lord Stanley quarter'd, do you know? And here receive we from our father Stanley
Bloni. Unless I have mista'en his colours much, Lines of fair comfort and encouragement.
(Which, well I am assur'd, I have not done,) The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar, His regiment lies half a mile at least That spoil'd your summer fields, and fruitful vines, South froin the mighly power of the king. Swills your warın blood like wash, and makes his Richm. If without peril it be possible, trough
Sweet Blunt, make soine good means to speak with In your embowell'd bosoms, this foul swine
him, Lies now even in the centre of this isle,
And give him from me this most needful note. Near Lo the town of Leicester, as we learn: | Blunt. Upon my life, my lord, I'll undertake it; Froin Tamworth thither, is but one day's march. And so, God give you quiet rest to-night! In God's name, cheerly on, courageous friends, Richm. Good night, good captain Blunt, Come, To reap the barvest of Perpetual peace
1. gentlemen, By this one bloody trial of sharp war.
Let us consult upon to-morrow's business;
(They wilhdraw into their tent. Herb. i doubt not, but his Ciends will turn to us. Blunt. He halh ao friends, but who are friends Enter, to his lent, King Richard, Norfolk, Ratcliff, for fear;
and Catesby. Which, in his dearest need, will fly from him. K. Rich, What is't o'clock ? Richin. All for our vantage. Then, in God's Cate.”
I'ts supper time, my lord; name, march:
It's nine o'clock. True hope is swit, and fies with swallow's wings, K. Rich.
I will not sup to-night Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. Give me some ink and paper.
.. (Ereunt. What, is my beaver easier than it was? SCENE M.-Bosworth Field. Enter King And all my armour laid into my tent? Richard, and forces; the Duke of Norfolk, 1 "Cale. It is, my liege; and all things are in readi
ness, Earl of Surrey, and others.
| K. Rich. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge; K. Rich. Here pitch our tents, even here in Use careful watch, choose trusty sentinels. Bosworth ficld.
Nor. I go, my lord.. My lord of Surcey, why look you so sad?
K. Rich. Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle Sur. My heart is ten tiines lighter than my looks.
Norfolk." K. Rich. My lord of Norfolk,
Nor. I warrant you, my lord.
Here, most gracious liege. K. Rich. Ratclift, K. Rich. Norfolk, we must have knocks ; Ha! Rat. My lord? must we not ?
K. Rich. Send out a pursuivant at arms Nor. We must both give and take, my loving lord. To Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his power K. Rich. Up with my lent: Here will I lie to- Before sun-rising, lest his son George fall night;
Into the blind cave of eternal night. Solliers begin to sel rep the king's tent. Fill me a bowl of wine.--Give me a watch:'_ But where, to-morrow 1_Well, all's one for that
(To Catesby. Who hath descried the number of the traitors ! Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow.
Nor. Six or seven thousand is their utmost power. Look that my staves* be sound, and not too heavy.
K. Rich. Why, our battalia trebles that account:Ratcliff,
K. Pich Saw'st thou the melancholy lord NorUp witis the tent.-Come, noble gentlemen,
thumberland ? Let us survey the vantage of the ground ;
Rut. Thomas the earl of Surrey, and himsell, Call for some men of sound direetion:
Much about cock-shuts time, from troop to troop, Let's want no discipline, make no delay;
Went through the army, cheering up the soldiers. For,
orrow is a busy day. (Ereuni. K. Rich. I am satisfied. Give me a bowl of wine : Enter, on the other side of the field. Richmond. I have not that alacrity of spirit,
Sir William Brandon. Oxford, and other Loris. I Nor chcer of mind, that I was wont to have.Some of the soldiers pilch Richmond's tent.
So, set it down. Is ink and paper ready? Richm. The weary sun hath made a golden set, | K. Rich. Bid my guard watch ; leave me. And, by the bright track of his fiery car.
About the mid of night, come to my lat Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.
And help to arm me. -Leave me, I say. Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my standard.
(King Richard relires into his lent, Exeunt Give me somne ink and paper in my tent:
Ratcliff and Catesby.
Richmond's lent opens, and discovers him and his And part in just proportion our small power.
officers, &c. Enter Stanley. My lord of Oxford, -rou, sir William Brandon, Stan. Fortune and victory sit on thy helm! And you, sir Walter Herbert, stay with me:
Richm. All comfort that the dark night can afford, The earl of Pembroke keeps his regiment ; Be to thy person, noble father-in-law! Good captain Blunt, bear my good-aight to him, Tell me, how fares our loving mother? he second hour in the morning
Stan. I, by attorner, bless thee from thy mother Desire the earl to see me in my tent:
Who prars continually for Richmond's good:
So much for that-The silent hours steal on, (1) Appoint. (2) Remains with. (3) A watch-light. () Wood of the lancese (5) Twilight (8) Deputation
awake, and win the day!
And flaky darkness breaks within the east. Grey. Think upon Grey, and let thy soul despair! In brier, for so the scason bids us be,
(To King Richard. Prepare thy battle early in the morning;
Vaugh. Think upon Vaughan; and, with guilty And put thy fortune to the arbitrement
fear, Of bloody strokes, and mortal-staring war. Let fall thy lance ! Despair, and die !I, as I may (that which I would, I cannot,)
(To King Richard. With best advantage will deceive the time,
All. Awake! and think, our wrongs in Richard's And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms:
(To Richmond. But on thy side I may not be too forward, | Will conquer him ;-awake, and win the day! Lest, being seen, th, brother, tender George, Be executed in his father's sight.
The Ghost of Hastings rises. Farewell: The leisure and the fearful time
Ghost. Bloody and guilty, guillily awake; Cuts off the cereinonious vows of love,
[T0 King Richard. And ample interchange or sweet discourse, And in a bloody battle end thy days! Which su lont sunder'd friends should dwell upon: Think on lord Hastings; and despair, and die ! God give us leisure for these rites of love!
Quiet untroubled soul, awake, awake! Once more, adieu :-Be valiant, and spced well!
(To Richmond. Richm. Good lords, conduct him lo his regiment : Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake! I'll strive, with troubled thoughts, to take a nap;
The Ghosts of the two young Princes rise. Lest leaden slumber peise' me down to-morrow, When I should mount with wings of victory:
Ghosts. Dream on t'ay cousins smother'd in the Once more, good night, kind lords and gentlemen.
Tower;... e Sereunt Lords, &c. with Stanley. Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard, O Thon ! whose captain I account myself,
And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death! Look on mıy forces with a gracious eye;
Thy nephews' souls bid thee despair and die. Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath,
Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake in joy ; That they may crush down with a heavy Call
Good angels guard'thee from the boar's annoy?"
Live, and beget a happy race of kings!
Edward's unhappy sons do bid thee Aourish.
The Ghost of Queen Anne rises.
Ghost. Richard thy wise, that wretched Anno Sleeping, and waking, (), desend me still! (Sleeps. thy wife,
That never slept a quiet hour with thee, The Ghost of Prince Edward, son lo Henry the Now fills thy sleep with perturbations :
Sixth, rises belween the two lents, To-morrow, in the battle, think on me, Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thv soul to-morrow! | Thou, quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep:
And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair, and die !
To Richmond Think, how thou stab'dst me in my prime of youth | Dream of success and happy, victory; Al Tewksburv; Despair therefore, and die!
Thy adversary's wife doth pray for thee. Be cheerful, Rich nond; for the wronged souls 07 bitcher'd princes fight in thy behall:
The Ghost of Buckingham rises. King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thec.
Ghost. The first was 1, that help'd thee to the The Ghost of King Henry the Sixth rises.
crown; . (To King Richard.
The last was I that felt thy tyranny: Ghost. When I was mortal, mv anointed body Jo, in the battle think on Buckingham,
[To King Richard. And die in terror of thy guiltiness! By thee was punched full of deadly holes: Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death; Think on the Tower, and me; Despair, and die ; Fainting, despair; despairing, yield thy breath! Hurry the Sixth bids thee despair and die.
I died for hope, ere I could lend thee aid : Virtuous and noly, be thou conqueror!
[To Richmond. (To Richmond. But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay'd : Hury, that prophesy'd thou should'st be king, God and good angels fight on Richmond's side ; Doth comfort thee in thy sleep; Live, and flourish! And Richard falls in height of all his pride. The Ghost of Clarence rises.
[The Ghosts vanish. King Richard starts out
of his dream. Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow!! K. Rich. Give me another horse,--bind up my
(To King Richard.
wounds,1, that was wash'd to death with fulsome wine, Have mercy, Jesu !-Soft; I did but dream ; Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death! 10 coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!-To-morrow in the battle think on me,
The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight. And all the edgeless sword ; Despair, and die!- Cold learful drops stand on my trembling flesh. Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster, What do I fear? myself ? there's none else by:
(To Richmond. Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I.
(To King Richard. That I myself have done unto myself? Rivers, that died at Pomfret! Despair, and die ! o, no: alas, I rather hate myself,
For hateful deeds committed by mysell. (1) Weigh
II am a villain : Yet I lie, I am not
Chest. Let mne sit heavy ou
To King Richard loom of success and happy
Fool, of thyself speak well :-Fool, do not Batter. or England's chair,' where he is falsely set;
Then, if you fight against God's enemy,
God will, in justice, ward you as his soldiers; Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree ;
If you do sweat to put a tyrant down, Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree; You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain; All several sins, all us'd in each degree,
If you do fight against your country's foes, Throng to the bar, crying all,-Guilty! guilty ! Your country's fat shall pay your pains the hire; I shall despair.-There is no creature loves me; If you do fight in safeguard of your wives, And, if I die, no soul will pity me:
Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors; Nay, wherefore should they 1 since that I myself if you do free your children from the sword, Find in myself no pity to myself...
Your children's children quit it in your age. Methought, the souls of all that I had murder'd Then, in the name of God, and all these rights, Caine to my tent: and every one did threat Advance your standards, draw your willing swords; To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard. For me, the ransom of my bold attempt Enter Ratcliff.
Shall be this cold corpse on the earth's cold face;
But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt Rai. My lord,
The least of you shall share his part thereof. K. Rich. Who's there?
Sound, drums and trumpets, boldly and cheerfully; Rat. Rateliff, my lord; 'tis I. The early village God, and Saint George Richmond, and victory! cock
(Excimt, Hath twice done salutation to the morn; Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour.
Re-enter King Richard, Ratcliff, attendents, and
forces. K. Rich. O, Ratclif, I have dream'd a fearful R. Rich. What said Northumberland, as touch
dream! What thinkest thou? will our friends prove all true?!
ing Richmond ?
K. Rich. He said the truth : And what said
Surrey then ?
Ral. He smil'd and said, the better for our purHave struck more terror to the soul of Richard
pose. Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers,
| K. Rich. He was i'the right; and so, indeed, it is.
(Clock strikes. Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond.
Tell the clock there-Give me a calendar.It is not yet near day. Come, go with me;
Who saw the sun to-day? Under our tents I'll play the eaves-dropper,
Not I, my lord. To hear, if any mean to shrink from me.
| K. Rich. Then he disdains to shine ; for, by the (Ereunt King Richard and Rateliff.
book, Richmond wakes. Enter Oxford and others. He should have brav'da the east an hour ago: Lords. Good morrow, Richmond.
A black day will it be to somebody.
Ratcliff, Richm. 'Cry mercy, lords, and watchsul gentle Rat. My lord ? men,
K. Rich. The sun will not be seen to-dar: That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard here.
The sky doth Crown and lour upon our army. Lor L. How have you slept, my lord ?
I would, these dewy tears were from the ground. Richm. The sweetest sleep, and sairest-boding Not shine to-day! 'Why, what is that to me, dreams,
More than to Richmond ? for the self-same heaven, That ever enter'd in a drowsy head, Have I since your departure had, my lords.
That frowns op me, looks sadly upon him. Methought, their souls, whose bodies Richard mur
Enter Norfolk. der'd
Nor. Arm, arm, my lord; the foc vaunts in the Came to my lent, and cried-On! victory!
field. I promise you, my heart is very jocund
K. Rich. Come, bustle, bustle ;-Caparison my In the remembrance of so fair a dream.
horse ; llow far into the morning is it, lords?
Call up lord Stanley, bid him bring his power: Lords. Upon the stroke of four.
I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain, Richm. Why, then 'tis time to arm, and give di- And thus my battle shall be ordered.
rcction. (He advances to the troops. My foreward shall be drawn out all in length, More thın I have said, loving countrymen,
Consisting equally of horse and foot : The leisure and enforcement of the time
Our archers shall be placed in the midst : Forbids to dwell on : Yel remember this,
John duke of Norfolk, Thomas earl of Surrey, God, and our good cause, fight upon our side; Shall have the leading of this fool and horse. The prayers of holy saints, and wronged souls, They thus directed, we ourself will follow Like high-reard bulwarks, stand before our faces; In the main battle whose puissance on either side Richard except, those, whom we fight against, Shall be well winged with our chiefest horse. Had rather have us win, than him they follow. This, and Saint George to boot !-What think'st For what is be they follow ? truly, gentlemen, I thou, Norfolk A bloody tyrant, and a homicide ;
Nor. A good direction, warlike sovereignOne rais'd in blood, and one in blood establish'd; This found I on my tent this morning. One that made means to come by what he hath,
[Giring a seroll. And siaughter'd those that were the means to help K. Rich. Jocky of Norfolk, be nol loo bold, [Reads. him :
For Dickon thy master is bought and sold A base foul slove, made precious by the foil
(4) Made it splendid. (1) Throat (2) Guarde (3) Requite. 5) The ancient familiarization of Richard.
A thing devised by the enemy:
| K. Rich. Slave, I have set my life upon a cast, Go, gentlemen, every man unto his charge : And I will stand the hazard of ihe die: Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls; I think, there be six Richmonds in the field ; Conscience is but a word that cowards use, Five have I slain to-day, instead of him :-'. Devis'd at first to keep the strong in awe;
A horse! a horse ! my kingdom for a horse! (Exe. Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law. March on, join bravely, let's to't pell-mell;
Alarums. Enler King Richard and Richmond; If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell.
and exeunt fighting. Retreat, and flourish. What shall I say more than I have inserr'd ?
Then enter R
ley, bearing the Remember whom you are to cope withal ;
crown, with divers other Lords, and forces. A sort' of vagabonds, rascals, and runaways,
Richm. God, and your arms, be prais'd, victoA scum of Bretagnes, and base lackey peasants,
rious friends; Whom their v'er-cloy'd country vomits forth
The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead.
Slan. Courageous Richmond, well hast thou You having lands, and bless'd with beauteous wives, Lo, here, this long-usurped rovalty,
acquit thee! They would restrain the one, distain the other.
From the dead temples of this bloody wretch And who doth lead them, but a paltry fellow,
Have I pluck'd off, to grace thy brows withal; Long kept in Bretagne at our mother's cost ?
Wear it, enjoy it, and make much of it. A mill-son. one that never in his life
Richm. Great God of heaven, say, Amen, to all :Felt so much cold as over-shoes in snow ?
But, tell me first, is young George Stanley living? Let's whip these stragglers o'er the seas again;
Stan. He is, my lord, and safe in Leicester town; Lash hence these over-weening rags of France,
Whither, if it please you, we may now withdraw us. These famish'd beggars, weary of their lives;
Richm. What men of name are slain on either Who, but for dreaming on this fond exploit,
side ? For want of means, poor rats, had hang’d themselves: Stan. John duke of Norfolk. Walter lord Ferrers, If we be conquer'd, let men conquer us,
Sir Robert Brakenbury, and sir William Brandon. And not these bastard Bretagnes; whom our fathers Richm. Inter their bodies as becomes their births. Have in their own land beaten, bobb'd, and thump'd,
a thumpra, Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fled, And, on record, lest them the heirs of shame.
That in submission will return to us; Shall these enjoy our lands ? lie with our wives ?
And then, as we have ta'en the sacrament, Ravish our daughters ?-Hark, I hear their drum. We will unite the white rose with the red :
(Drum afar oj. Smile heaven upon this fair conjunction, Fight, gentlemen of England ! fight, bold yeomen!
That long hath frown'd upon their enmity! Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head!
What traitor hears me, and says not-Amen? Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood;
|England hath long been mad, and scarr'd herself ; Amaze the welkin with your broken staves !2 The brother blindly shed the brother's blood, Enter a Messenger.
The father rashly slaughter'd his own son,
The son, compellid, been butcher to the sire;
Divided, in their dire division.-
Nor. My lord, the enemy is pass'd the marsh; The true succeeders of
By God's fair ordinance conjoin together! K. Rich. A thousand hearts are great within my And let their heirs (God, if thy will be so,) bosom:
Enrich the time to come with smooth-fac'd peace, Advance our standards, set upon our foes; With smiling plenty, and fair prosperous days! Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George, Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord, Inspire us with the splcen of fiery dragons ! That would reduce these bloody days again, Upon them! Victory sits on our helms. (Exeunt. And make poor England weep in streams of blood! SCENE IV.-Another part of the field. Alar- Let the
Let them not live to taste this land's increase, toms : Excursions. Enter Norfolk, and forces ;
That would with treason wound this fair land's
peace! . to him Catesby.
Now civil wounds are stopp'd, peace lives again; Cate. Rescue, my lord of Norfolk, rescue, rescue! That she may lòng live here, God say—Amen. The king enacts more wonders than a man,
(Exeunt. Daring an opposite to every danger; His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights, Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death: Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost!
This is one of the most celebrated of our author's Alarum. Enter King Richard.
performances ; yet I know not whether it has not K. Rich. A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a happened to him as to others, to be praised most, horse !
when praise is not most deserved. That this play Cate. Withdraw, my lord, I'll help you to a horse. has scencs noble in themselves, and very well coria
trived to strike in the exhibition, cannot be denied.
But some parts are trifling, others shocking, and (2) Fright the skies with the shivers of your lances. Isome improbable.
JOHNSON. VOL. II,