K. Rich. He was i' th' right; and so, indeed, it is. Tell the clock there.-Give me a calendar. Who saw the sun to day? Rat. [Clock strikes. Not I, my lord. K. Rich. Then 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.--. Rat. My lord? K. Rich. The sun will not be seen to-day; The sky doth frown and lour upon our army. Enter NORFolk. Nor. Arm, arm, my lord; the foe vaunts in the field. K. Rich. Come, bustle, bustle; -Caparison my Call up horse ; lord Stanley, bid him bring his power :— My foreward shall be drawn out all in length, In the main battle; whose puissance on either side Nor. A good direction, warlike sovereign. This found I on my tent this morning. [Giving a scrowl. [Reads. K. Rich. Jocky of Norfolk, be not too bold, A thing devised by the enemy.- And not these bastard Bretagnes! whom our fathers drum. The nick-name of Richard.' Company. Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head! 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; [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Another part of the field. Alarum excursions. Enter NORFOLK, and Forces; to him CATESBY. Cate. Rescue, my lord of Norfolk, rescue, rescue! His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights, 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; Fright the skies with the shivers of your lances. Five have I slain to-day, instead of him :- Alarums. [Exeunt. 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! Lo, here, this long-usurped royalty, From the dead temples of this bloody wretch 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 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, compell'd, been butcher to the sire; All this divided York and Lancaster, Divided, in their dire division.— O, now, let Richmond and Elizabeth, [Exeunt. i. e. Let them unite all that York and Lancaster divided. JOHNSON. END OF KING RICHARD III. |