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He should have braved the east an hour ago:
Rat. My lord ?
K. Rich. The sun will not be seen to-day;
K. Rich. Come, bustle, bustle; caparison my horse.
290 I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain, And thus my battle shall be ordered: 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 will follow In the main battle, whose puissance on either side Shall be well winged with our chiefest horse.
300 This, and Saint George to boot! What think'st thou, Nor
folk? Nor. A good direction, warlike sovereign. This found I on my tent this morning.
[He shereth him a paper. K. Rich. [Reads] “ Jockey of Norfolk, be not too bold, For 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 affright our souls: Conscience is but a word that cowards use, Devised at first to keep the strong in awe:
llis oration to his Army.
To desperate ventures and assured destruction.
330 For want of means, poor rats, had hang'd themselves: If we be conquer'd, let men conquer us, And not these bastard Bretons; whom our fathers llave in their own land beaten, bobb’d, and thump'd, And in record, left them the heirs of shame. Shall these enjoy our lands? lie with our wives? Ravish our daughters? [Drum afar off ] Hark! I hear
their drum. Fight, gentlemen of England! fight, bold yeomen! Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head! Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood; 340 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.
Nor. My lord, the enemy is past the marsh:
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, Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons!
350 Upon them! Victory sits on our helms. [Exeunt.
SCENE IV. Another part of the field.
to him CATESBY.
Alarums. Enter King RICHARD.
K. Rich. Slave, I have set my life upon a cast,
10 I think there be six Richmonds in the field; Five bave I slain to-day instead of him. A borse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! [Exeunt.
SCENE V. Another part of the field. Alarum. Enter RICHARD and RICHMOND; they fight
RICHARD is slain. Retreat and flourish. Re-enter RicarMOND, DERBY bearing the crown, with dirers other Lorus.
Richm. God and your arms be praised, victorious friends; The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead.
Der. "Courageous Richmond, well bast thou acquit thee. Lo, hiere, this long-usurped royalty From the dead temples of this bloody wretch Have I pluck'd off, to grace thy brow's withal: Wear it, enjoy it, and inake much of it.
Richm. Great God of heaven, say Amen to all! But, tell me, is young George Stanley living?
Der. He is, my lord, and safe in Leicester town; 10 Whither, if it please you, we may now withdraw us.
Richm. What men of name are slain on either side?
Der. John Duke of Norfolk, Walter Lord Ferrers,
Richm. Inter their bodies as becomes their births:
The true succeeders of each royal house,
KixG HENRY the Eighth.
Three Gentlemen. CARDINAL WOLSEY.
DOCTOR BUTTS, Physician to the
Surveyor to the Duke of Buck-
BRANDON, and a Sergeant-atDUKE OF NORFOLK.
Arms. DUKE OF BICKINGHAM.
Door-keeper of the Council-chamDUKE OF SUFFOLK,
ber. Porter, and his Man. EARL OF SURREY.
Page to Gardiner. A Crier. Lord Chamberlain,
QLEEN KATHARINE, wife to King Lord Chancellor.
Henry, afterwards divorced, GARDINER, Bishop of Winchester. ANNE BULLEN, her Maid of HonBishop of Lincoln.
our, afterwards Queen. LORD ABERGAVENNY.
An old Lady, friend to Anne LORD SANDS.
Bullen. SIN HENRY GUILDFORD.
PATIENCE, woman to Queen KathSIR THOMAS LOVELL.
arine. SIR ANTHONY DEXXY.
Several Lords and Ladies in the Sir NICHOLAS VAUX.
Dumb Shows; Women attend-
ing upon the Queen; Scribes,
SCENE: London; Westminster; Kimbolton.