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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 fly: what! from myself? Great reason




Lest I revenge. What! myself upon myself?
Alack! 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 I lie; I am not.
Fool, of thyself speak well: fool, do not flatter.
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
And every tale condemns me for a villain.
Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree:
Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree;
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:


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His oration to his Soldiers. More than I have said, loving countrymen, The leisure and enforcement of the time Forbids to dwell on: yet remember this, God and our good cause fight upon our side; Nay, wherefore should they, since that I myself The prayers of holy saints and wronged souls, Find in myself no pity to myself? 204 Like high-rear'd bulwarks, stand before our Methought the souls of all that I had murder'd faces; Came to my tent; and every one did threat To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard.

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Rat. Ratcliff, my lord; 'tis I. The early vil-
lage cock

Hath twice done salutation to the morn;
Your friends are up, and buckle on their



K. Rich. O Ratcliff! I have dream'd a fearful dream.

Richard except, those whom we fight against 244
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


And slaughter'd those that were the means to
help him;

A base foul stone, made precious by the foil
Of England's chair, where he is falsely set; 252
One that hath ever been God's enemy.
Then, if you fight against God's enemy,

What thinkest thou, will our friends prove all God will in justice, ward you as his soldiers; true?

Rat. No doubt, my lord.
K. Rich.
O Ratcliff! I fear, I fear,-
Rat. Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of
K. Rich. By the apostle Paul, shadows to

Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard
Than can the substance of ten thousand sol-

Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond.
It is not yet near day. Come, go with me; 221
Under our tents I'll play the eaves-dropper,
To hear if any mean to shrink from me.



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, 260
Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors;
If you do free your children from the sword,
Your children's children quit it in your age.
Then, in the name of God and all these rights,
Advance your standards, draw your willing


For me, the ransom of my bold attempt
Shall be this cold corse 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! Richmond and victory! [Exeunt. Re-enter KING RICHARD, RATCLIFF, Attendants, and Forces.

K. Rich. What said Northumberland as touching Richmond? 272 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. 277 Who saw the sun to-day? Rat. K. Rich. Then he disdains to shine; for by

the book

Not I, my lord.

He should have brav'd the east an hour ago: 280
A black day will it be to somebody.

Rat. My lord?
K. Rich. The sun will not be seen to-day;
The sky doth frown and lower upon our army.
I would these dewy tears were from the ground.
Not shine to-day! Why, what is that to me
More than to Richmond? for the self-same

That frowns on me looks sadly upon him.



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What shall I say more than I have inferr'd?
Remember whom you are to cope withal:
A sort of vagabonds, rascals, and run-aways,
A scum of Bretons and base lackey peasants,
Whom their o'er-cloyed country vomits forth
To desperate adventures and assur'd destruction.
You sleeping safe, they bring you to unrest; 321
You having lands, and bless'd with beauteous

They would restrain the one, distain the other.
And who doth lead them but a paltry fellow, 324
Long kept in Britaine at our mother's cost?
A milksop, one that never in his life
Felt so much cold as over shoes in snow?
Let's whip these stragglers o'er the sea again;
Lash hence these overweening rags of France,
These famish'd beggars, weary of their lives;
Who, but for dreaming on this fond exploit,
For want of means, poor rats, had hang'd


If we be conquer'd, let men conquer us,
And not these bastard Bretons; whom our

Nor. Arm, arm, my lord! the foe vaunts in Have in their own land beaten, bobb'd, and the field.

K. Rich. Come, bustle, bustle; caparison my horse.


Call up Lord Stanley, bid him bring his power:
I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain,
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 will follow



And, on record, left them the heirs of shame. 336 Shall these enjoy our lands? lie with our wives? Ravish our daughters? [Drum afar off. Hark! I hear their drum. 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! Enter a Messenger.

In the main battle, whose puissance on either What says Lord Stanley? will he bring his side


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Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons! Upon them! Victory sits upon our helms. 352 [Exeunt.

SCENE IV. Another Part of the Field. Alarum: Excursions. Enter NORFOLK and Forces; to him CATESBY.

Cate. Rescue, my Lord of Norfolk! rescue,

The king enacts more wonders than a man,
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!

Alarum. Enter KING RICHARD.


K. Rich. A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!

Cate. Withdraw, my lord; I'll help you to a horse.


K. Rich. Slave! I have set my life upon a cast,
And I will stand the hazard of the die.

I think there be six Richmonds in the field;
Five have I slain to-day, instead of him.-
A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!

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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 and 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 her-

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:
12 All this divided York and Lancaster,
Divided in their dire division,

[Exeunt. Alarums. Enter from opposite sides KING RICHARD and RICHMOND, and exeunt fighting. Retreat and flourish. Then re-enter RICHMOND, STANLEY, bearing the crown, with divers other Lords, and Forces.



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With smiling plenty, and fair prosperous days!


Richm. God and your arms be prais'd, vic- Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord, torious friends; That would reduce these bloody days again, And make poor England weep in streams of blood!

The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead.

Stan. Courageous Richmond, well hast thou acquit thee!


Lo! here, this long-usurped 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

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CAPUCIUS, Ambassador from the Emperor
Charles the Fifth.

CRANMER, Archbishop of Canterbury.



Lord Chancellor.
Lord Chamberlain.

GARDINER, Bishop of Winchester.



Secretaries to Wolsey.

CROMWELL, Servant to Wolsey.
GRIFFITH, Gentleman-Usher to Queen Katha-

Three Gentlemen.
Garter King-at-Arms.

DOCTOR BUTTS, Physician to the King.
Surveyor to the Duke of Buckingham.
BRANDON, and a Sergeant-at-Arms.
Door-keeper of the Council Chamber.
Porter, and his Man.
Page to Gardiner.
A Crier.

QUEEN KATHARINE, Wife to King Henry; afterwards divorced.

ANNE BULLEN, her Maid of Honour; after-
wards Queen.

An Old Lady, Friend to Anne Bullen.
PATIENCE, Woman to Queen Katharine.

Several Lords and Ladies in the Dumb Shows;
Women attending upon the Queen; Spirits
which appear to her; Scribes, Officers,
Guards, and other Attendants.

SCENE.-Chiefly in London and Westminster; once, at Kimbolton.


Will leave us never an understanding friend.
Therefore, for goodness' sake, and as you are



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I come no more to make you laugh: things now,
That bear a weighty and a serious brow,
Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe,
Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow,
We now present. Those that can pity, here
May, if they think it well, let fall a tear;
The subject will deserve it. Such as give
Their money out of hope they may believe,
May here find truth too. Those that come to see
Only a show or two, and so agree



The play may pass, if they be still and willing,
I'll undertake may see away their shilling
Richly in two short hours. Only they
That come to hear a merry, bawdy play,
A noise of targets, or to see a fellow
In a long motley coat guarded with yellow,
Will be deceiv'd; for, gentle hearers, know,
To rank our chosen truth with such a show
As fool and fight is, besides forfeiting
Our own brains, and the opinion that we bring,
To make that only true we now intend,



As they were living; think you see them great,
And follow'd with the general throng and

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Since last we saw in France?

Nor. I thank your Grace, Healthful; and ever since a fresh admirer

Of what I saw there.

An untimely ague

Buck. Stay'd me a prisoner in my chamber, when Those suns of glory, those two lights of men, Met in the vale of Andren. Nor.


'Twixt Guynes and Arde: I was then present, saw them salute on horseback;

8 Beheld them, when they lighted, how they clung In their embracement, as they grew together; Which had they, what four thron'd ones could have weigh'd

Such a compounded one?

All the whole time 12
I was my chamber's prisoner.
Then you lost
The view of earthly glory: men might say,
Till this time, pomp was single, but now married
To one above itself. Each following day 16
Became the next day's master, till the last
Made former wonders its. To-day the French
All clinquant, all in gold, like heathen gods,
Shone down the English; and to-morrow they
Made Britain India: every man that stood 21
Show'd like a mine. Their dwarfish pages were
As cherubins, all gilt: the madams, too,
Not us'd to toil, did almost sweat to bear
The pride upon them, that their very labour
Was to them as a painting. Now this masque
Was cried incomparable; and the ensuing night
Made it a fool, and beggar. The two kings, 28
Equal in lustre, were now best, now worst,
As presence did present them; him in eye,
Still him in praise; and, being present both,
'Twas said they saw but one; and no discerner
Durst wag his tongue in censure. When these



33 For so they phrase 'em-by their heralds challeng'd

The noble spirits to arms, they did perform Beyond thought's compass; that former fabulous story, 36

Being now seen possible enough, got credit,
That Bevis was believ'd.

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From his ambitious finger. What had he
To do in these fierce vanities? I wonder
That such a keech can with his very bulk
Take up the rays o' the beneficial sun,
And keep it from the earth.
Surely, sir,
There's in him stuff that puts him to these

For, being not propp'd by ancestry, whose grace
Chalks successors their way, nor call'd upon 60
For high feats done to the crown; neither allied
To eminent assistants; but, spider-like,
Out of his self-drawing web, he gives us note,
The force of his own merit makes his way; 64
A gift that heaven gives for him, which buys
A place next to the king.
I cannot tell
What heaven hath given him: let some graver

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In honour honesty, the tract of every thing 40 Have broke their backs with laying manors

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84 For this great journey. What did this vanity But minister communication of


A most poor issue?


Grievingly I think,

The peace between the French and us not



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