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Give me some ink and paper.—
What, is my beaver easier than it was?—
And all my armour laid into my tent? [diness.
Cate. It is, my liege; and all things are in rea-
K. Rich. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge;
Use careful watch, choose trusty sentinels.
Wor... I go, my lord. [Norfolk.
K. Rich. Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle
Nor. I warrant you, my lord. É.
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. Mylord? [...'. 7
K. Rich. Saw'st thou the melancholy lord Nor-
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.
R. Rick. 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 officers, &c. Enter StANLEY.

Stan. Fortune and victory sit on thy helm' Richm. All comfort that the dark night can afford, Be to thy person, noble father-in-law Tell me, how fares our loving mother? Stan. I, by attorney, bless thee from thy mother, Who prays o, for Richmond's good: So much for that.—The silent hours steal on, And flaky darkness breaks within the east. In brief, for so the season bids us be, Prepare thy battle early in the morning; And put thy fortune to the arbitrement Of bloody strokes, and mortal-staring war, I, as I may, (that which I would, I cannot,) With best advantage will deceive the time, And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms: But on thy side I may not be too forward, Lest, being seen, thy brother, tender George, Be executed in his father's sight. Farewell: The leisure and the fearful time Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love, And ample interchange of sweet discourse, Which so long sunder'd friends should dwell upon; God give us leisure for these rites of love! Once more, adieu:-Be valiant, and speed well! Richm. Good lords, conduct him to his regiment: I'll strive, with troubled thoughts, to take a nap; Lest leaden slumber peise me down to-morrow, When I should mount with wings of victory: Once more, good #.” lords and gentlemen. [Exeunt Lords, &c. with Stanley. O Thou! whose captain I account myself, Look on my forces with a gracious eye; Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath,

That they may crush down with a heavy fall
The usurping helmets of our adversaries!
Make us thy ministers of chastisement,
That we may praise thee in thy victory!
To thee I do commend my watchful soul,
Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes;
Sleeping, and waking, O, defend me still! (Sleeps.)

The Ghost of Prince Edwarp, son to Henry the Sixth, rises between the two tents.

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That never slept a quiet hour with thee,
Now fills thy sleep with perturbations:
To-morrow in the battle think on me,
And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair, and die!—
Thou, quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep;
(To Richmond.)
Dream of success and . victory;
Thy adversary's wife doth pray for thee.

The Ghost of BUCKINGham rises.

Ghost. The first was I, that help'd thee to the crown; (To King Richard.) The last was I that felt thy tyranny: Q, in the battle think on Buckingham, And die in terror of thy guiltiness! Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death; Fainting, despair; despairing, yield thy breath !— I died for hope, .# could ń. thee aid : (To Richmond.) But cheer thy heart; and be than not dismay’d: God, and good angels fight on Richmond's side; And Richard falls in height of all his pride. (The Ghosts vanish. King Richard starts - - out of his dream.) K. Rich. Give me another horse, bind up my wounds,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 o 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 out, from myself? Great reason:

Lest I reven #. What? Myself on myself?
I love myself. Wherefore? for any good,
That I myself have done unto m .#
Q, 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:—
Nay, wherefore should they? since that I myself
Find in myself no pity to myself.
Methought, the souls of all that I had murder'd
Came to my tent: and every one did threat
To-morrow’s vengeance on the head of Richard.

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Richmond wakes. Enter Oxfor D and others. Lords. Good morrow, Richmond. Richm. "Cry mercy, lords, and watchful gentlemen, That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard here. Lords. How have you slept, my lord? Richm. The sweetest sleep, and fairest-bodiug dreams, That ever enter'd in a drowsy head, Have I since your departure had, my lords: Methought, their souls, whose bodies Richard murder'd, Came to my tent, and cried—On! victory ! I promise you, my heart is very jocund In the remembrance of so fair a dream. How far into the morning is it, lords? Lords. Upon the stroke of four. Richm. Why, then 'tis time to arm, and give direction.— (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 .#. saints, and wronged souls, Like high-rear'd bulwarks, stand before our faces; j those, whom we fi *. Had rather have us win, than him they follow. For what is he they follow 3 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 lood those that were the means to help Inn

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 .#
God will, injustice, 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 o: our country's foes,
Your country's fat is: 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 children quit it in your age.
Then, in the name of , 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 ...i share his part thereof.
Sound, drums and trumpets, boldly and cheerfully ,
God, and Saint George's Richmond, and victory'
[Exeat.

Re-enter King Richard, Ratcliff, Attendants, and Forces.

K. Rich. What said Northumberland, as touching Richmond? Rat. That he was never trained up in arms. K. Rich. He said the truth: And what said Surry then? . poseRat. He smil'd and said, the better for our purK. Rich. He was i'the right; and so, indeed, it is. (Clock stries.) Tell the clock there.—Give me a calendar.— Who saw the sun to-day? - Not I, my lord. K. Rich. * he disdains to shine; for, by the book, He should have brav'd the east an hour ago: A black day will it be to somebody.— RatcliffRat. My lord? K. Rich. The sun will not be seen to-day . The sky doth frown and lour 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 heaven, That frowns on me, looks sadly upon him.

Enter NORFOLK. Nor. Arm, arm, my lord; the foe vaunts in the field. [horse;— K. Rich. Come, bustle, bustle;—Caparison my Call up lord Stanley, bid him bring his power:I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain, And thus my battle shall be Sol. 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 ourself will follow In #. main battle; whose puissance on either side Shall be well winged with our chiefest horse. This, and Saint George to boot!—What think'st thou, Norfolk : Nor. A good direction, warlike sovereignThis found I on my tent this morning. (Giving a scroll. R. *g: Jocky of Norfolk, be not too bold, or Dickon thy master is bought and sold. A thing devised by the enemy.— Go, gentlemen, every man unto his charge: Let not our babbling dreams afright our souls; Conscience is but 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 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-cloy'd 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 ownland 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! 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. Offinstantly 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,

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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, victo-
rious friends;
The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead.
Stan. Courageous Richmond, well hast thou ac-
quit 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 all!—
But, tell me first, is young George Stanley living?
Stan. He is, . lord, and safe in Leicester town;
Whither, if it please you, we may now withdraw
. . us: [side?
Richm. What men of name are slain on either
Stan. John duke of Norfolk, Walterlord 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 :-
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, .#. been butcher to the sire;
All this divided York and Lancaster,
Divided, in their dire division.—
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 thy 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 fairland's peace!
Now civil wounds are stopp'd, peace lives again;
That she may long live here, God say—Amen!
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PROLOGUE.

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 shew 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 shew As fool and fight is, beside forfeiting our own brains, and the opinion that we bring, (To make that only true we now intend.) will leave us never an understanding friend. Therefore, for goodness' sake, and as you are known The first and happiest hearers of the town,

Be sad, as we would make ye: think, ye see
The very persons of our noble story,
As they were living; think you see them great,
And follow’d with the general throng, and sweat,
Of thousand friends; ë. in a moment, see
How soon this mightiness meets misery !
And, if you can be merry then, I'll say,
A man may weep upon his wedding day.
ACT I.
SCENE I. —London. An Ante-chamber in the
Palace.
Enter the Duke of Norfolk, at one door; at the
other, the Duke of BUCKINGHAM, and the Lord
ABERGAVENNY.
Buck. Good morrow, and well met.
you done,
Since last we saw in France?
I thank your grace:

or. Healthful; and ever since a fresh admirer Of what I saw there.

Buck. An untimely ague Stay'd me a prisoner in my chamber, when Those sons of glory, those two lights of men, Met in the vale of Arde,

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Nor. "Twixt Guynes and Arde: I was then present, saw them salute on horseback; Beheld them, when they lighted, how . clung In their embracement, as they grew together ; Which had owhat four thron'd ones could have weigh' Such a cooled one of Buck. All the whole time I was my chamber's prisoner. Nor. 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 Became the next day's master, till the last Made former wonders it's : To-day, the French, All clinquant, all in gold, like heathen gods, Shone down the #. and, to-morrow, they Made Britain, India: every man, that stood, Shew'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 mask Was cry'd incomparable; and the ensuing night Made it a fool, and beggar. The two kings, 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 W. saw but one; and no discerner Durst wag his tongue in censure. When these suns (For so they phrase them,) by their heralds challeng’d The noble spirits to arms, they did perform Beyond thought's compass; that former fabulous story, Being now seen possible enough, got credit, That Bevis was É. Buck. O, you go far. Nor. As I belong to worship, and affect In honour honesty, the tract of everything Would by a good discourser lose some life, Which action's self was tongue to...All was royal; To the disposing of it nought rebell'd, Order gave each thing view; the office did

Distinctly his full function.
Buck. Who did guide,

I mean, who set the body and the limbs
Of this great sport together, as you guess?

Nor. One, certes, that promises no element
In such a business.

Buck. I pray you, who, my lord?

Nor. All this was order'd by the good discretion Of the right reverend cardinal of York.

Buck. The devil speed him! no man's o is free’d From his ambitious finger. What had he To do in these fierce vanities 7 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.

Nor. Surely, sir, There's in him stuff, that puts him to these ends: For, being not propp'd by ancestry, (whose grace Chalks successors o: way,) nor call'd upon 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 .# A gift that Heaven gives for him, which buys A place next to the #.

I cannot tell

er. What heaven hath given him, let some graver eye Pierce into that; but I can see his pride Peep through each part of him: Whence has he that? If not from hell, the devil is a niggard; Or has given all before, and he begins A new hell in himself.

Buck. Why the devil, Upon this French going out, took he upon him, Without the privity o’ the king, to appoint

Who should attend on him? He makes up the file
Of all the gentry; for the most part such
Too, whom as great a charge as little honour
He meant to lay upon ; and his own letter,
The honourable board of council out,
Must fetch him in he papers.
Aber. I do know
Kinsmen of mine, three at the least, that have
By this so sicken'd their estates, that never
ey shall abound as formerly.
Buck. O, many
Have broke their backs with laying manors on them
For this great journey. What did this vanity,
But minister communication of
A most poor issue?
or. Grievingly I think,
The peace between the French and us not values
The cost that did conclude it.
Buck. Every man,
After the hideous storm that follow'd, was
A thing inspir'd; and, not consulting, broke
Into a general prophecy, That this tempest,
Dashing the garment of this peace, aboded
The sudden breach on't.
Nor. Which is budded out;
For France hath flaw'd the league, and hath attach'd
Our merchants' goods at Bourdeaux.
Aber. Is it therefore
The ambassador is silenc'd 7
Nor. Marry is't.
Aber. A proper title of a peace; and purchas'd
At a superfluous rate!
Buck. Why, all this business
Our reverend cardinal carried.
Nor. 'Like it your grace,
The state takes notice of the private difference
Betwixt you and the cardinal. I advise you,
And take it from a heart, that wishes towards you
onour and plenteous safety,) that you read
The cardinal's malice and his potency
Together: to consider further, that
What his high hatred would effect, wants not
A minister in his power: You know his nature,
That he's revengeful ; and I know, his sword
Hath a sharp edge: it's long, and, it may be said,
It reaches far; and where 'twill not extend,
Thither he darts it. Bosom up my counsel,
You'll find it wholesome. Lo, where comes that
That I advise your shunning. [rock,

Enter Cardinal Wolsey, (the purse borne before him,) certain % the Guard, and two Secretaries with papers. The Cardinal in his passage fixeth his eye on Buckingham, and Buckingham on him, both full of disdain. Wol. The duke of Buckingham's surveyor? ha?

Where's his examination?

1 Secr. Here, so please you. Wol. Is he in person ready? 1 Secr. Ay, please your grace.

Wol. Well, we shall then know more; and Buck

ingham Shall lessen this big look. [Exeunt Wolsey, and Train.

Buck. This butcher's curis venom-mouth'd, and I Have not the power to muzzle him; therefore, best Not wake him in his slumber. A beggar's book Out-worths a noble's blood.

Nor. What, are you chaf'd? Ask God for temperance; that's the appliance only, Which your disease requires.

Buck. I read in his looks Matter against me; and his eye revil'd Me, as his abject object; at this instant He bores me with sometrick: He's gone to the king; I'll follow, and out-stare him.

Nor. Stay, my lord, And let your reason with your choler question

What 'tis you go about: To climb steep hills,

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