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ACT V. SCENE I.

Salisbury. An open place. Enter the Sherif, and Guard, with BUCKINGHAM,

led to execution. Buck. Will not king Richard let me speak with

him? Sher. No, my good lord; therefore be patient.

Buck. Hastings, and Edward's children, Rivers, Holy king Henry, and thy fair son Edward, 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, Even for revenge mock my destruction !This is All-Souls'

day, follows, is it not? Sher. It is, my lord. Buck. Why, then All-Souls' day is my body's

doomsday. This is the day, which, in king Edward's time, I wish'd might fall on me, when I was found False to his children, or his wife's allies : This is the day, wherein I wish'd to fall By the false faith of him whom most I trusted; This, this All-Souls' day to my fearful soul Is the determin'd respite of my wrongs. That high All-seer which I dállied with, Hath turned

my feigned prayer on my head, 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 : Thus Margaret's curse falls heavy on my neck,When he, quoth she, shall split thy heart with sorrow, Remember Margaret was a prophetess Come, sirs, convey me to the block of shame; Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame.

(Exeunt Buckingham, &c. SCENE II.

Plain near Tamworth. Enter, with drum and colours, RICAMOND, OX

FORD, Sir JAMES BLÚNT, Sir WALTER HERBÉRT, and Others, with Forces, marching. Richm. Fellows in arms, and my most loving

Bruis'à underaeath the yoke of tyranny,
Thus far into the bowels of the land
Hare we march'd on without impediment;
And here receive we from our father Stanley
Lines of fair comfort and encouragement.
The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar,
That spoil'd your summer fields, and fruitful vines,
Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his

trough
In your embotella bosoms,-this tual swine
Les com eren in the centre of this isle,
Near to the town of Leicester, as we lear
From Tanworth thither, is but one day's march.
In God's namne, cheerly on, courageous friends,
To reap the harvest of perpetual peace
By this one bloody trial of sharp war.

Oaf. Everyman's conscience is a thousand swords,
To fight against that bloody homicide.

Herb. I doubt not, but his friends will turn to us.
Blunt. He hath no friends, but who are friends

for fear
Which, in his dearest need, will fly from him.
Rickin. All for our vantage. Then, in God's

mande, march:
Troe hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings;
Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures lings.

Eacunt.
SCENE M.

Bosworth Field
Enter King RICHARD, and Forces; the Duke of
NORFOLK, Earl of SURREY, and Others.
K. Rich. Here pitch our tents, even bere in Bose

worth field-
My lord of Surrey, why look you so sad!
Sur. My heart is ten times lighter than my looke.
K.Rich My lord of Norfolk,
Nor.

Here, most gracious liege
K. Rich. Norfolk, we must have knocks; Ha!

must we not! Nor. We must both gire and take, my loving lord. K. Rich. Up with my tent: Here will I lie to

night; Soldiers begin to set up the King'a tent. But where, to-morrow -Well, all's one for that.Who hath descried the number of the traitors!

Nor. Six or seven thousand is their utmost power.
K. Rich. Why, our battalia trebles that aceaunt a

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Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny,
Thus far into the bowels of the land
Have we march'd on without impediment;
And here receive we from our father Stanley
Lines of fair comfort and encouragement.
The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar,
That spoil'd your summer fields, and fruitful vines,
Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his

trough
In your embowell'a bosoms,--this foul swine
Lies now even in the centre of this isle,
Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn :
From Tamworth thither, is but one day's march.
In God's name, cheerly on, courageous friends,
To reap the harvest of perpetual peace
By this one bloody trial of sharp war.

Oxy. Every man's conscience is a thousand swords,
To fight against that bloody homicide.

Herb. I doubt not, but his friends will turn to us.

Blunt. He hath no friends, but who are friends Which, in his dearest need, will fly from him. Richm. All for our vantage. Then, in God's

name, march: True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings; Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.

[Excunt. SCENE III.

Bosworth Field.
Enter King RICHARD, and Forces; the Duke of

NORFOLK, Eorl of SURREY, and Others.
K. Rich. Here pitch our tents, even here in Bos-

worth field.
My lord of Surrey, why look you so sad 1

Sur. My heart is ten times lighter than my looks.
K. Rich. My lord of Norfolk,
Nor.

Here, most gracious liege.
K. Rich. Norfolk, we must have knocka; Ha!

must we not! Nor. We must both give and take, my loving lord. K. Rich. Up with my tent: Here will I lie to

night; (Soldiers begin to set up the King's tent. But where, to-morrow i Well, all's one for that. Who hath descried the number of the traitors!

Nor. Six or seven thousand is their utmost power.
K. Rich. Why, our battalia trebles that account:

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Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength,
Which they upon the adverse faction want.
Up with the tent.-Come, noble gentlemen,
Let us survey the vantage of the ground;
Call for some men of sound direction:-
Let's want no discipline, make no delay;
For, lords, to-morrow is a busy day.
Enter, on the other side of the field, RICHMOND,

Sir WILLIAM BRANDON, OXFORD, and
other Lords. Some of the Soldiers pitch Richmond's
tent.

Richm. The weary sun hath made a golden set,
And, by the bright track of his fiery car,
Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.
Sir William Brandon,

you shall bear my standard.
Give me some ink and paper in my tent;
I'll draw the form and model of our battle,
Limit each leader to his several charge,
And part in just proportion our small power.
My lord of Oxford, -you, sir William Brandon,
And you, sir Walter Herbert, stay with me:
The earl of Pembroke keeps his regiment;-,
Good captain Blunt, bear my good night to him,
And by the second hour in the morning
Desire the earl to see me in my tent:-
Yet one thing more, good captain, do for me :
Where is lord Stanley quarter'd, do you know?

Blunt. Unless I have mista'en his colours much,
(WI.ich, well I am assur'd, I have not done,)
His regiment lies half a mile at least
South from the mighty power of the king.

Richm. If without peril it possible,
Siveet Blunt, make some good means to speak with

him,
And give him from me this most needful note.

Blunt. Upon my life, my lord, I'll undertake it :
And so, God give you quiet rest to-night!
Richn. Good night, good captain Blunt. Come,

gentlemen,
Let us consult upon to-morrow's business ;
In to my tent, the air is raw and cold.

[They withdraw into the lent. Enter, to his tent, King RICHARD, NORFOLK,

RATCLIFF, and CATESBY. K. Rich. What is't o'clock ?

Sc. 3. KING RICHARD III.
Oste.

It's supper time, my land;
It's nine o'clock.

K. Rich. I will not sup to-night-
Give me some ink and paper
What, is my bearer easier than it was !-
And all my armour laid into my tent!

Cite. It is may liege; and all things are in readiness.
K. Rich. Good Norfolk, bie thee to thy charge;
Vse careful watch, choose trusty sentinels.
Nor. I go, my lord.
K.Rich. Sot with the lar's t-morrow, gende

Norfolk
Nor. I warrant you, my lord.
K. Rich. Ravi,
Rat. My lord

K. Rich Send out a pursuivant at arms
To Stanley's regiment;

bid him bring power
Before sun-rising, lest his son George fall
Into the blind cave of eternal sight-
Fill me a bowl of wine - Give me a watch

To Catesby.
Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow-
look that my states be sound, and not too heavy,
Ratelif
Rat. My lord!
K. Rich, Saw'st thou the melancholy lord North-

umberland!
Ret. Thomas the earl of Surrey, and himeli,
Much about cock-shxar ime, from troop to troup
Went through the army, cheering up the soldiers.

K. Rich. I am satisfied. Give me a bowl of wine :
I have not that alacrity of spirit,
Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have
So, set it down.

Is ink and paper ready!
Rat. I is, my lord.

K. Rich. Bid my guard watch ; leave me.
About the mid of night, come to my tent
And help to arm me.- Leave me, I say.
[King Richard retires into his tent. Exeunt

Ratcliff and Cately,
Richmond's tent opens, and discovers him and his

Officers, ģc.

Enter STANLEY
Stan. Vortune and victory sit on thy hem!
Rickm. All comfort that the dark night can afford,

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Cate.

It's supper time, my lord;
It's nine o'clock.

K. Rich, I will not sup to-night.
Give me some ink and paper.
What, is my beaver easier than it was !
And all my armour laid into my tent!

Cate. It is my liege; and all things are in readiness.
K. Rich. Good Norfolk, bie thee to thy charge ;
Use careful watch, choose trusty sentinels.

Nor. I go, my lord.
K. Rick. Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle

Norfolk.
Nor. I warrant you, my lord.

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K. Rich. Ratcliff,
Rat. My lord ?

K. Rich. Send out a pursuivant at arms
To Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his power
Before sun-rising, lest his son George fall
Into the blind cave of eternal night.
Fill me a bowl of wine.-Give me a watch :-

[To Catesby.
Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow.-
Look that my staves be sound, and not too heavy.
Ratcliff,

Rat. My lord ?
K. Rich. Saw'st thou the melancholy lord North-

umberland 1
Rat. Thomas the earl of Surrey, and himself,
Much about cock-shut time, from troop to troop,
Went through the army, cheering up the soldiers.

K. Rich. I am satisfied. Give me a bowl of wine :
I have not that alacrity of spirit,
Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have.
So, set it down. Is ink and paper ready?
Rat. It is, my lord.

K. Rich. Bid my guard watch ; leave me.
About the mid of night, come to my tent
And help to arm me.-Leave me, I say.

(King Richard retires into his tent. Exeunt

Ratcliff and Catesby.
Richmond's tent opens, and discovers him and his

Oficers, &c.

Enter STANLEY.
Stan. Fortune and victory sit on thy helm!
Richm. All comfort that the dark night cawafford,

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Di butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf:
King Heary's issue, Richmond, comforts thee.

The Ghost of King Henry the Sixth rises.
Glat. When I was mortal, my anointed body

(To King Richard.
By thee was punched full of deadly holes:
Think on the Tower, and me; Despaar, and die;
Hury the sixth bids thee despair and die-
Virtuous and holy, be thoa conqueror!

(To Richmond. Harry, that prophesy'd thou shouldet be kine Doth comfort thee in thy sleep: Live, and wrish!

The Ghost of Clarence riser.
Glost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow!

(76 King Richard.
1, that was wash'd to death with fulsome wine,
Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death!
To-Morrow in the battle think on me,
And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair, and die
Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster,

[To Richmond. The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee; Good angels guard thy battle! Live, and lourish!

The Ghosts of Riers, Grey, and Vaughan Tise.
Rie. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-mortos

To King Richard Rivers, that died at Pomfret! Despair, and die! Grey. Think upon Grey, and let thy soul despair

(To King Richard Veug. Think uponVaughan; and, with guilty fear, Let fall thy lance ! Despair, and die!

(70 King Richard AU. Awake! and think, our wrongs in Richard's bosom

To Richmond, Will conquer him ;awake, and win the day!

The Ghost of Hastings rises.
Ghost. Bloody and guilty, guiltly awake;

(76 King Richard.
And in a bloody battle end thy days!
Think oa lord Hastings, and despair, and die
Quiet troubled soul, awake, awake!

(T. Richmond. Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake!

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