Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head: What fays Lord Stanley, will he bring his power? K. Rich. A thousand hearts are great within my bofom. Advance our standards, fet upon our foes; Our ancient word of courage, fair St. George, Alarum. Excurfions. Enter Catesby. [Exeunt. Catef. Refcue, my Lord of Norfolk, rescue, rescue: His horfe is flain, and all on foot he fights, Alarum. Enter King Richard. K. Rich. A horfe! a horfe! my kingdom for a horfe! Cates. Withdraw, my Lord, I'll help you to a horse. K. Rich. Slave, I have fet my life upon a caft, And I will stand the hazard of the dye: I think, there be fix Richmonds in the field: Five have I flain to-day instead of him. A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! [Exeunt. Alarums. Enter King Richard and Richmond; they fight, Richard is flain. Retreat and Flourish. Enter Richmond, Stanley bearing the Crown, with divers other Lords. Richm. God and your arms be prais'd, victorious friends The day is ours! the bloody dog is dead. N. 6 Stan. Stan. Couragious Richmond, well haft thou acquit thee: Lo, here thefe long-ufurped royalties, From the dead temples of this bloody wretch, Richm. Great God of heaven, fay, Amen, to all! Richm. Interr their bodies as becomes their births. And then, as we have ta'en the facrament, Divided in their dire divifion. O now let Richmond and Elizabeth, The true fucceeders of each royal house, That she may long live here, God fay, Amen! [Exeunt. |