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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.

all these enjoy our lands? lie with our wives? Ravish our daughters ?-Hark, I hear their drum.

[Drum afar off
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.
What says lord Stanley? will he bring his 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 my

bosom: Advance our standards, set upon our foes ; Our ancient word of courage, fair saint George, Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons ! Upon them! Victory sits on our helms. [Excunt.


Another Part of the Field. Alarum. Excursions. Enter NORFOLK, and forces ;

to him CATESBY. Cate. Rescue, my lord of Norfolk, rescue, rescue

e !
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. 52 A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a

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 1 slain to-day, instead of him:A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a borse! [E.reunt.

Alarums. Enter King RICHARD and RichMOND;

and ereunt 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

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 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. 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 33,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 they 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 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!



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