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Have I since your departure had, my lords.
Lords. Upon the stroke of four.
[He 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 good 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 him; A base foul stone, made precious by the foil 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, ward 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 childreno quit it in your age. Then, in the name of God, and all these rights, Advance your standards, draw your willing swords. 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, cheerfully;
1 soul: in quartos. 2 Requite.
God, and Saint George ! Richmond, and victory!
(Exeunt. Re-enter King RICHARD, RATCLIFF, Attendants, and
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.
Not I, my lord.
Rat. My lord.
K. Rich, The sun will not be seen to-day:
1 Not in f. o. 2 My foreward shall be drawn out all in length:
in f. e.
This, and Saint George to boot !-What think'st thou,
(Giving a Paper. K. Rich.“ Jocky of Norfolk be not too bold,
[Reads. For Dickon thy master is bought and
sold.” A thing devised by the enemy:Go, gentlemen; every man to his charge. Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls ; For conscience is 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'a ? Remember who you are to cope withal ;A sort of vagabonds, rascals, and run-aways, A scum of Bretagnes, and base lackey peasants, Whom their o'er-cloyed country vomits forth To desperate ventures and assur'd destruction. You sleeping safe, they bring you to unrest ; You having lands, and bless'd with beauteous wives, They would distrain the one, distain the other. And who doth lead them but a paltry fellow, Long kept in Bretagne at our mother's cost; A milk-sop, one that never in his life Felt so much cold as over shoes in snow ? Let's whip these stragglers o'er the seas again ; Lash hence these over-weening 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 themselves. If we be conquer'd, let men conquer us, And not these bastard Bretagnes; whom our fathers Have in their own land beaten, 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 hear their drum.
[Drum afar off.
9 restrain : in f. e.
1 All old copies but quarto, 1634, read : 80. Vol. V.-31
Fight, gentlemen of England ! fight, bold' yeomen!
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. My lord, he doth deny to come.
Nor. My lord, the enemy is pass'd the marsh :
bosom. Advance our standards ! set upon our foes ! Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George, Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dmgons ! Upon them! Victory sits on our helms ! [Exeunt.
SCENE IV. Another part of the Field. Alarum : Excursions. Enter NORFOLK, and Fordes;
to him CATESBY. Cate. Rescue, my lord of Norfolk ! rescue, resone ! 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 ! [Eceunt. Alarums. 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.
1 boldly: in folio.
Lo! here, this' long-usurped royalty,
Richm. Great God of heaven, say, amen, to all !
Stan. He is, my lord, and safe in Leicester town; Whither, if you please, we may withdraw us.
Richm. What men of name are slain on either side ?
Stan. John duke of Norfolk, Walter lord Ferrers, Sir Robert Brakenbury, and Sir William Brandon.
Richm. Inter their 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 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 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, 0! now, let Richmond and Élizabeth, 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 ! Rebate' the edge of traitors, gracious Lord, That would reduce these bloody days again, And make poor England weep in 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!
1 these royalties : in folio. ? enjoy it: not in folio. ' f. e. place a full stop at the end of this line. 5 Abate : in f.e.