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Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls;
What shall I say more than I have infer'd ? Remember whom 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 restrain 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. Fight, gentlemen of England ! fight, bold yeomen!
Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head !
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. My lord, he doth deny to come.
Nor. My lord, the enemy is pass'd the marsh ;
K. Rich. A thousand hearts are great within my bo
Advance our standards, set upon our foes;
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, 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 Cate. Withdraw, my lord, I'll help you to a horse.
K. Rich. Slave, I have set my life upon a cast,
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
Richm. Great God of heaven, say, amen, to all!
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 with the red :-
says not,-amen ?