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He should have braved the east an hour ago:
A black day will it be to somebody.

280 Ratcliff!

Rat. My lord ?

K. Rich. The sun will not be seen to-day;
The sky doth frown and lour upon our army.
I would these dewy tears were from the ground.
Not shine to-day! Why, what is that to me
More than to Richmond? for the selfsame heaven
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 up Lord Stanley, bid him bring his power:

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:

Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law.
March on, join bravely, let us to't pell-mell.
If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell.

llis oration to his Army.
What shall I say more than I have inferr’d?
Remember whom you are to cope withal;
A sort of vagabonds, rascals, and runaways,
A scum of Bretons, and base lackey peasants,
Whom their o'er-cloyed country vomits forth

To desperate ventures and assured destruction.
You sleeping safe, they bring to you unrest;

You having lands, and blest withi beauteous wives,
They would restrain the one, distain the other,
And who doth lead them but a paltry fellow,
Long kept in Bretagne at our mother's cost?
A milk-sop, one that never in his life
Felt so inuch cold as over shoes in snow?
Let's whip these stragglers o'er the seas again;
Lash hence these overweening rags of France,
These famish'd beggars, weary of their lives;
Who, but for dreaming on this fond exploit,

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.
K. 'Rich. Off with his son George's headt

Nor. My lord, the enemy is past 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: 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.
Alarum : excursions. Enter NORFOLK and forces fighting;

to him CATESBY.
Cate. Rescue, my lord of Norfolk, rescue, rescue!
The king enacts more wonders than a man,
Daring an opposite to every danger:
His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights,

Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death.
Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost!

Alarums. 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:

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,
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 and the red:
Smile heaven upon this fair conjunction,

That long have 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,


The true succeeders of each royal house,
By God's fair ordinance conjoin together!
And let their heirs, God, if thy will be so,
Enrich the time to come with smooth-faced peace,
With smiling plenty and fair prosperous days!
Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord,
That would reduce these bloody days again,
And make poor England weep in streams of 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: 40
That she may long live here, God say amen! [Exeunt.

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KixG HENRY the Eighth.

Three Gentlemen. CARDINAL WOLSEY.

DOCTOR BUTTS, Physician to the

CAPUCIUS, Ambassador from the Garter King-at-Arms.
Emperor Charles V.

Surveyor to the Duke of Buck-
CRANMER, Archbishop of Canter- ingham.

BRANDON, and a Sergeant-atDUKE OF NORFOLK.


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.




Several Lords and Ladies in the Sir NICHOLAS VAUX.

Dumb Shows; Women attend-
Secretaries to Wolsey.

ing upon the Queen; Scribes,
CROMWELL, Servant to Wolsey Officers, Guards, and other At-
GRIFFITH, Gentleman-usher to tendants. Spirits.
Queen Katharine,

SCENE: London; Westminster; Kimbolton.

I come no more to make you laugh: things now,
That bear a weighty and a serious brow,
Sad, bigh, and working, full of state and woe,
Such poble scenes as draw the cye to flow,
We now present. Those that can pity, liere
May, if they think it well, let fall a tear;
The subject will deserve it. Such as give
Their money out of hope they may believe,
May here find truth too. Those chat come to see

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