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Enter LORD STANLEY.
Well, my lord, what news have you gather'd?
Stanley. I know not, mighty sovereign, but by
Glost. Well, as you guess?
Stanley. Stirr'd up by Dorset, Buckingham, and
He makes for England here, to claim the crown.
Where is thy power then, to beat him back?
The foe upon the coast, and thou no friends to meet
Or, hast thou march'd them to the western shore,
Glost. The North! why, what do they i' th' North, When they should serve their sovereign in the West? Stanley. They, yet, have had no orders, sir, to
If 'tis your royal pleasure they should march,
Glost. What wouldst begone to join with Rich-
Stanley. Sir, you have no cause to doubt my loyalty;
I ne'er yet was, nor ever will be, false.
Glost. Away then to thy friends, and lead them on To meet me-hold-come back I will not trust
I've thought a way to make thee sure your son,
And look, your heart be firm,
Or else, his head's assurance is but frail. Stanley. As I prove true, my lord, so deal with [Exit.
Ratcliff. My lord, the army of great Buckingham, By sudden floods, and fall of waters, Is half lost, and scatter'd :
And he himself wander'd away, alone,
Glost. Has any careful officer proclaim'd
Ratcliff. Such proclamation has been made, my lord.
Catesby. My liege, the Duke of Buckingham is taken.
Glost. Off with his head!- -so much for Bucking
Catesby. My lord, I am sorry I must tell more
Glost. Out with it!
Catesby. The Earl of Richmond, with a mighty power,
Is landed, sir, at Milford;
And, to confirm the news, Lord Marquis Dorset,
Glost. Why, ay, this looks rebellion-Ho! my horse!
By Heav'n, the news alarms my stirring soul!
ACT THE FIFTH.
Enter RICHMOND, SIR W. BRANDON, SIR R. BRACKENBURY, OXFORD, BLUNT, and Others.
Rich. Thus far, into the bowels of the land,
As we're inform'd, near to the town of Leicester:
Sir W. Brand. Your words have fire, my lord, and
warm our men,
Who look'd, methought, but cold, before-disheart
With the unequal numbers of the foe.
Rich. Why, double them, still our cause would conquer them.
Thrice is he arm'd, that has his quarrel just ;
And he, but naked, though lock'd up in steel,
Sir W. Brand. He has no friends, but what are such, through fear.
Rich. And we, no foes, but what are such to Heav'n.
Then, doubt not, Heav'n's for us-let's on, my friends; True hope ne'er tires, but mounts, with eagles' wings; Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.
Enter GLOSTER, NORFOLK, RATCLIFF, &c.
Glost. Here pitch our tent, even in Bosworth Field:
My good Lord of Norfolk, the cheerful speed
Nor. I am rewarded, sir, in having power
Glost. You have our thanks, my lord: up
Here I will lie, to-night-but where to-morrow?
Nor. My lord, as I from spies am well inform'd, Six or seven thousand is their utmost power.
Glost. Why, our battalions treble that account; Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength, Which they, upon the adverse faction, want. Nor. Their wants are greater yet, my lord—those
e'en Of motion, life, and spirit.--Did you but know How wretchedly their men disgrace the fieldOh, such a tatter'd host of mounted scarecrows ! So poor, so famish'd! their executors, The greedy crows, fly, hovering o'er their heads, Impatient for their lean inheritance. Glost. Now, by St. Paul, we'll send them dinners
and apparel ! Nay, give their fasting horses provender, And after, fight them.—How long must we stay, My lords, before these desperate fools, will give Us time to lay their faces upwards ? Nor. Unless their famine saves our swords that la
bour, To-morrow's sun will light them to their ruin; So soon, I hear, they mean to give us battle. Glost. The sooner, still the better--Come, my
Nor. My gracious lord
Nor. Might I advise your majesty, you yet
Glost. How so, my lord ?
Nor. The poor condition of the rebels tells me, That, on a pardon offer'd to the lives Of those, who instantly shall quit their arms, Young Richmond, ere to-morrow's dawn, were friend
less. Glost. Why, that, indeed, was our sixth Harry's