K. Rich. Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle | Once more good night, kind lords and gentleNorfolk. 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 ! Who prays continually for Richmond's good; So much for that.-The silent hours steal on, 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; [nap; I'll strive, with troubled thoughts, to take a Lest leaden slumber peisel me down to-mor row, When I should mount with wings of victory: A watch-light. Wood of the lances. Twilight Deputation. || Weigh. men. [Exeunt LORDS, &c. with STANLEY, (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 EDWARD, son to HENRY the sixth, rises between the two tents. Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul toThink, how thou stab'dst me in my prime of morrow! [To King RICHARD. youth At Tewksbury; Despair therefore, and die!— The GHOST of King HENRY the sixth rises. Ghost. When I was mortal, my anointed body [To King RICHARD. By thee was punched full of deadly holes: Think on the Tower, and me; Despair, and die; Harry the sixth bids thee despair and die.Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror ! [TO RICHMOND. Harry, that prophesy'd thou should'st be king, Doth comfort thee in thy sleep; Live, and flourish! Riv. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow [To King RICHARD Rivers, that died at Pomfret! Despair, and die! Grey. Think upon Grey, and let thy soul despair! [To King RICHARD. Vaugh. Think upon Vaughan; and, with guilty fear, Let fall thy lance! Despair, and die!— [To King RICHARD All. 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, guiltily awake [To King RICHARD. And in a bloody battle end thy days! Think on lord Hastings; and despair, and Throng to the bar, crying all,-Guilty! guilty die!I shall despair.-There is no creature loves Quiet untroubled soul, awake, awake! [To RICHMOND. Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake! The GHOSTS of the two young PRINCES rise. Ghosts. Dream on thy cousins smother'd in the Tower; Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard, And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and 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: O, in the battle think on Buckingham, And die in terror of thy guiltiness! Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death; [breath!Fainting, despair; despairing, yield thy I died for hope, ere I could lend thee aid: [To RICHMOND. But cheer thy heart, and be thou 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, me! Have mercy, Jesu!-Soft; I did but dream.O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict [night. The lights burn blue. It is now dead midCold fearful drops 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 fly,—What, from myself? Great reason: Why? [ter. Lest I revenge. What? Myself on myself? diers, Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond. It is not yet near day. Come, go with me; Under our tents I'll play the eaves-dropper, To hear, if any mean to shrink from me. [Exeunt King RICHARD and RATCLIFF. RICHMOND wakes. Enter OXFORD and others. Lords. Good morrow, Richmond. Richm. 'Cry mercy, lords, and watchful gentlemen, That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard here. That ever enter'd in a drowsy head, Came to my tent, and cried-On! victory! 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 of holy saints, and wronged souls, Like high-rear'd bulwarks, stand before our faces; Richard except, those, whom we fight against, * Throne - Guard, f you do sweat to put a tyrant down, You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain; If you do fight against your country's foes, Your country's fat shall pay 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, For me, the ransom of my bold attempt God, and Saint George! Richmond, and vic- 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 Surrey then? Rat. He smil'd and said, the better for our purpose. K. Rich. He was i'the right; and so, indeed, it is. [Clock strikes. Tell the clock there.-Give me a calendar.Who saw the sun to-day? Rut. 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: Rat. My lord? K. Rich. The sun will not be seen to-day; That frowns on me, looks sadly upon him. Nor. Arm, arm, my lord; the foe vaunts in the field. K. Rich. Come, bustle, bustle;-Caparison my horse; Call uplord Stanley, bid him bring his power:— My foreward shall be drawn out all in length, 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 sovereign. This found I on my tent this morning. [Giving a scroll. K. Rich. Jocky of Norfolk, be not too bold, reads. For Dickont thy master is bought and sold. * Requite. + Made it splendid. The ancient familiarization of Richard, A thing devised by the enemy. Go, gentlemen, every man unto his charge: Let not our babbling dreams affright 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 ou 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 inferr'd They would restrain the one, distain the other. If we be conquer'd, let men conquer us, Fight, gentlemen of England! fight, bold yeo men! 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 b 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 Advance our standards, set upon our foes; my bosom: Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George, Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons! Upon them! Victory sits on our helms. [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! The king enacts more wonders than a man, His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights, Cate. Withdraw, my lord, I'll help you to a horse. K. Rich. Slave, I have set my life upon a And I will stand the hazard of the die: cast, I think, there be six Richmonds in the field; Five have I slain to day, instead of him :A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! [Exeunt. 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, victorious friends; The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead. Lo, here, this long-usurped royalty, all: 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, [don. Sir Robert Brakenbury, and Sir William Bran Richm. Inter their bodies as becomes their births. Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fled, The brother blindly shed the brother's blood, With smiling plenty, and fair prosperous days blood! Let them not live to taste this land's increase, That would with treason wound this fair land's peace! Now civil wounds are stopp'd, peace lives again; That she may long live here, God say-Amen [Exeunt. KING HENRY VIII. KING HENRY THE EIGHTH. PERSONS REPRESENTED. CARDINAL WOLSEY.-CARDINAL CAMPEIUS. CRANMER, Archbishop of Canterbury. BISHOP OF LINCOLN.-LORD ABERGAVENNY. SIR HENRY GUILDFORD.-SIR THOMAS LOVELL. CROMWELL, Servant to Wolsey. rine. THREE OTHER GENTLEMEN. DOCTOR BUTTs, Physician to the King. GARTER, King at Arms. SURVEYOR to the Duke of Buckingham. BRANDON, and a Sergeant at Arms. DOOR-KEEPER of the Council-Chamber. PORTER, and his Man. PAGE to Gardiner.-A CRIER. QUEEN KATHARINE, Wife to King Henry; afterwards divorced. ANNE BULLEN, her Maid of Honour; afterwards Queen. AN OLD LADY, Friend to Anne Bullen. Several Lords and Ladies in the Dumb Shows; SCENE, chiefly in London and Westminste once, at Kimbolton. Palace. I COME no more to make you laugh; things SCENE 1.-London.—An Ante-chamber in now, That bear a weighty and a serious brow, To rank our chosen truth with such a show The first and happiest hearers of the town, Of thousand friends; then, in a moment, see • Lacad. 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. How have you done, Since last we saw in France? Buck. An untimely ague Stay'd me a prisoner in my chamber, when Those suns of glory, those two lights of men,* Met in the vale of Arde. Nor. 'Twixt Guynes and Arde: back; I was then present, saw them salute on horse- Buck. All the whole time The view of earthly glory: Men might say, Till this time, pomp was single; but now mar ried To one above itself. Each following day Henry VIII. and Francis 1. kin, of Fince |