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[To king Richard.
And so, God give you quiet rest to-night! Which so long sunder'd friends should dwell upon; Richm. Good-night, good captain Blunt! Come, God give us leisure for these rites of love! gentlemen,
Once more, adieu ! - Be valiant, and speed well! Let us consult upon to-morrow's business !
Richm. Good lords, conduct him to his regiment! In to my tent, the air is raw and cold,
I'll strive, with troubled thoughts, to take a nap; [They withdraw into the tent. Lest leaden slumber peise me down to-morrow, Enter, to his tent, King RICHARD, NORFOLK, Pat- When I should mount with wings of victory. CLIFF, and Catesby.
Once more, good night, kind lords and gentlemen! K, Rich. What is't o'clock?
(Exeunt Lords, etc. with Stanley. Case. It's supper-time, my lord;
O Thou! whose captain I account myself, It's nine o'clock.
Look on my forces with a gracious eye! K. Rich. I will not sup to-night.
Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath, Give me some ink and paper!
That they may crush down with a heavy fall What, is my beaver easier, than it was?
The usurping helmets of our adversaries ! And all my armour laid into my tent?
Make us thy ministers of chastisement, Caie. It is, myliege ; and all things are in readiness. That we may praise thee in thy victory! K. Rich. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge! To thee I do commend my watchful soul, Use careful watch, choose trusty sentinels ! Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes ; Nor. I go, my lord !
Sleeping, and waking, o defend me still! (Sleeps. K. Rich. Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle Nor- The Ghost of Prince EDWARD, son to Henry folk!
the Sixth, rises between the two tenis. Nor. I warrant you, my lord!
(Exit. Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow! K. Rich. Ratclill,
[To king Richard. Rat, My lord ?
Think, how thon stab'dst me in my prime of youth
At Tewksbury! despair therefore, and die!
King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thee.
The Ghost of King Henny the Sixth rises.
(To Catesby. Ghost. When I was niortal, my anointed body
Think on the Tower, and me! despair, and die!
Harry the sixth bids thee despair and die! -
The Ghost of Clarence rises.
To morrow in tlie battle thiuk on me,
Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster,
(King Richard retires into his tent. The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee;
Exeunt Ratcliff and Catesby. Good angels guard thy battle! Live, and flourish! Richmoxd's tent opens, and discovers him and his The Ghosts of Rivers, Grey, and VAUGHAN, TISE. Officers, etc.
Riv. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow,
that the dark night can afford, Grey. Think upon Grey, and let thy soul despair Be to thy person, noble father-in-law? Tell me, how fares our loving mother?
Vaugh. Think upon Vaughan, and, with guilty fear, Stan. by attorney, bless thee from thy mother, Let fall thy lance? Despair, and die! Who prays continually for Richmond's good : So much for that! -- The silent hours steal on, All. Awake! and think, our wrongs in Richard's And flaky darkness breaks within the east.
bosom In brief, for so the season bids os be,
Will conquer him;— awake, and win the day! Prepare thy battle early in the morning,
The Ghost of Hastings rises.
Ghost. Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake,
Quiet, untroubled soul, awake, awake!
The Ghosts of the two young Princes rise.
Ghosts. Dream on thy cousins, smother'd in the Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love,
Tower! ind ample interchange of sweet discourse, Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard,
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And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death! K. Rich. Ratcliff, I fear, I fear,
Rat. Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of shadows ! Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake in joy!
K, Rich. By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy!
Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard, Live, and beget a happy race of kings!
Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers, Edward's unhappy sons do bid thee ilourish.
Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmoud. The Ghost of Queen Anne rises. Ghost. Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy Under our tents I'll play the eaves-dropper,
It is not yet near day. Come, go with me! wife,
To hear, if any mean to sh from me. That never slept a quiet hour with thee,
(Exeunt King Richard and Ratclif. Now fills thy sleep with perturbations: To-morrow in the battle think on me,
RICHMOND wakes. Enter OXFORD and Others. And fall thy edgeless sword; despair, and die! Lords. Good-morrow, Richmond ! Thou, quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep! Richm. 'Cry mercy, lords, and watchful gentlemen,
[To Richmond. That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard here. Dream of success and happy victory!
Lords. How have you slept, my lord ? Thy adversary's wife doth pray for thee.
Richm. The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding The Ghost of BUCKINGHAM rises.
dreams, Ghost. The first was I, that help'd thee to the crown; That ever enter'd in a drowsy head,
[To King Richard. Have I, since your departure, had, my lords ! The last was I, that felt thy tyranny:
Methought, their souls, whose bodies Richard mur0, in the battle think on Buckingham,
der'd, And die in terror of thy guiltiness !
Came to my tent, and cried : On! victory!
(To Richmond. Lords. Upon the stroke of four. But cheer thy heart, and be thon not dismay'd ! Richm. Why, then 'tis time to arm, and give direcGod, and good angels fight on Richmond's side,
[He advances to the trvops. And Richard falls in height of all his pride.
More than I have said, loving countrymen, [The Ghosts vanish. King Richard starts The leisure and enforcement of the time out of his dream.
Forbids to dwell on; yet remember this: K. Rich. Give me another horse ! — bind up my God, and our good cause, fight upon our side; wounds!
The prayers of holy saints, and wronged son's, Have mercy, Jesu! - Soft; I did but dream.- Like high-rear'd balwarks, stand before our faces; O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! Richard except, those, whom we fight against, The lights burn blue. - It is now dead midnight. Had rather have us win, than him they follow, Cold fearful drops stand ou my trembling flesh. For what is he, they follow? truly, gentlemen, What do I fear? myself? there's none else by: A bloody tyrant, and a homicide; Richard loves Richard; that is, I am. I.
One rais’d in blood, and one in blood establish’d; Is there a murderer here? No; — Yes; I am: One that made means to come by what he hath, Then fly, — what, from myself? Great reason: Why? And slaughter'd those, that were the means to help Lest I revenge. What? myself on myself? I love myself. Wherefore? for any good,
A base foul stone, made precious by the foil That I myself have done unto myself?
Of England's chair, where he is falsely set; 0, no: alas, I rather hate myself
One, that hath ever been God's enemy. For hateful deeds, committed by myself.
Then, if you fight against God's enemy,
God will, in justice, ward you as his soldiers;
If you do fight against your country's foes,
Your country's fat shall pay your pains the hire; Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree,
If you do fight in safeguard of your wives, Murder, stern murder, in the dir’st degree, Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors; All several sins, all us’d in each degree,
If you do free your children from the sworil,
Advance your standards, draw your williug swords ! Nay, wherefore should they? since that I myself For me, the ransom of
bold attempt Find in myself no pity to myself.
Shall be this cold corpse on the earth's cold face; Methought, the souls of all, that I had murder'd, But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt Come to my tent, and every one did threat The least of you shall share his part thereof. To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard. Sound, drums and trumpets, boldly and cheerfully! Enter RATCLIFF.
God, and Saint George! Richmond, and victory! Rat. My lord,
(Exeunt. K. Rich. Who's there?
Re-enter King Richard, RATCLIFF, Attendants, and Rat. Ratcliff, my lord,'tis I. The early village cock
forces. Hath twice done salutation to the morn;
K. Rich. What said Northumberland, as touching Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour. Richmond ? K. Rich. O, Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fearful Rut. That he was never trained up in arms. dream!
K. Rich. He said the truth: and what said SurWhat thinkest thou ? will our friends prove all true? Rat. No doubt, my lord !
Rat. He smild and said, the better for our purpose.
rey then ?
X. Rich. Ile was i'the right; and so, indeed, it is. Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood;
(Clock strikes. Amaze the welkia with your broken staves! Tell the clock there.---Give me a calendar! Who saw the sun to-day?
Enter a Messenger.
What says lord Stanley ? will he bring his power?
Nor. My lord, the enemy is pass'd the marsh;
After the battle let George Stanley die! Rat. My lord?
K. Rich. A thousand hearts are great within my
SCENE IV. - Another part of the field.
to him CATESBY. horse!
Cate. Rescue, my lord of Norfolk, rescue, resene!
His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights,
Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost!
Alarum. Enter King Richard.
Cate. Withdraw, my lord, I'll help you to a horse.
Five have I slain to-day, instead of him: -
Alarums. Enter King Richard and Richmond;
exeunt, fighting. Retreat, und flourish. Then enter K. Rich. Jocky of Norfolk, be not too bold, (Reads. RichaOND, Srašler, bearing the crown, with divers
For Dickon thy master is bought and sold. other Lords, and forces. A thing devised by the enemy!-
Richm. Gud, and your arms, be prais’d, victorious Go, gentlemen, every man unto luis charge!
friends! Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls! The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead. Conscience is but a word that cowards use,
Stan. Courageous Richmond, well hast thou acquit D vis’d at first to keep the strong in awe!
Have ) pluck'd off, to grace thy brows withal;
Richm. Great God of heaven, say, Amen, to all! A sort of vagabonds, rascals, and run-aways, But, tell me first, is young George Stanley living? A scum of Bretagnes, and base lackey peasants, Stan. He is, my lord, and safe in Leicester town; Whom their o'er-cloyed country vomits forth Whither, if it please you, we may now withdrawas, To desperate ventures and assur'd destruction. Richm. What men of name are slain ou either side? You, sleeping safe, they bring you to uurest; Stan. John duke of Norfolk, Walter ford Ferrers, You, having lands, and bless'd with beauteous wives, Sir Robert Brakenbury, and sir William Brandon. They would restrain the one, distain the other. Richm. Inter their bodies, as becomes their births ! And who doth lead them, but a paltry fellow, Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fled, Long kept iu Bretagne at our mother's cost ? That in submission will return to us; A milk-sop; one, that never in his life
And then, as we have ta'en the sacrament,
We will unite the white rose with the red! -
The father rashly slaughter'd his own son,
[Drum afar off. By God's fair ordinance conjoin together! Fight, gentlemen of England ! fight, bold yeomeu? And let their heirs, (God, if thy will be so.) Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head! Eurich the time to come with smooth-fac'd peace,
With smiling plenty, and fair prosperous days ! Let them not live to taste this land's increase, Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord,
That would with treason wound this fair laod's peace! That would reduce these bloody days again, Now civil wounds are stopp’d, peace lives again; And make poor England weep in streams of blood! That she may long live here, God say Amen! (Exeunt.
K I N G H E N R Y VIII.
Persons of the dra m a. King Henry the Eighth.
Garter, King at Arms, Cardinal Wolsey. Cardinal CAMPEIUS.
Surveyor to the duke of Buchingham. Capucius, ambassador from the emperor, Charles V. BRANDON, and a Sergeant at Arms. RANMER, archbishop of Canterbury:
Door-keeper of the council-chamber. Porter, and Duke of NORFOLK. ` Duke of BUCKINGHAN.
his Man. Duke of SUFFOLK. Earl of SunREY.
Page to Gardiner. A Crier. Lord chamberlain. Lord Chancellor.
Queen Catharine, wife to king Henry, afterwards GARDINER, bishop of Winchester.
divorced. Bishop of Lincolx. Lord Abergavenny Lord Sands. Anse Bullen, her maid of honour, afterwards queen. Sir HENRY GUILDFORD. Sir Thomas LOVELL. An old Lady, friend to Anne Bullen. Sir Anthony Denny, Sir NICHOLAS Vaux.
Patience, woman to queon Catharine. Secretaries to Wolsey.
Several Lords and Ladies in the dumb shows; WoCromwell, servant to Wolsey.
men attending upon the Queen; Spirits, which
i apGRIFFITH, gentleman-usher to queen
Catharine. pear to her; Scribes, Officers, Guards, and Three other Gentlemen.
other Attendants. Doctor Butts, physician to the king.
chiefly in London and Westminster; once, at Kimbolton.
Аст III. I come no more to make you laugh; things now, Enter the duke of Norfolk, at one door; at the
SCENE I.–London. An antechamber in the palace. That bear a weighty and a serious brow, Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe, other the duke of Buckingham, and the Lord ABERSuch poble scenes as draw the eye to flow, We now present. Those that can pity, here
Buck. Good morrow,and well met!How have you done, May, if they think it well, let fall a tear;
Since last we saw in France ? The subject' will deserve it. Such, as give
Nor. I thank your grace, Their money out of hope they may believe,
Healthful; and ever since a fresh admirer
Of what I saw there.
Buck. An untimely ague
Those suns of glory, those two lights of men,
Met in the vale of Arde.
Nor. 'Twixt Guynes and Arde:
I was then present, saw them salute on horseback ; In a long motley coat, guarded with yellow,
Beheld them, when they lighted, how they cluug Will be deceiv'd : for, gentle hearers, know,
In their embracement, as they grew together; To rank oor chosen truth with such a show
Which had they, what fuur throu'd ones could have As fool and fight is, beside forfeiting
weigh'd Our own brains, and the opinion, that we bring,
Such a compounded one? To make that only true, we now iutend,
Buck. All the whole time Will leave us never an understanding friend.
I was my chamber's prisoner. Therefore, for goodness' sake, and as you are
Nor. Then you lost known
The view of earthly glory. Men might say, The first and happiest hearers of the town,
Till this time pomp was single, but now married Be sad, as we would make ye! Think, ye see
l'o one above itself. Each following day The very persons of our noble story,
Became the next day's master, till the last As they were living! think, you see them great,
Made former wonders it's. To-day the French, And follow'd with the general throng, and sweat
All clinquant, all in gold, like heathen gods, Of thousand friends; then, in a moment, see,
Shone down the English ; and, to-morrow they How soon this mightiness meets misery!
Made Britain India : every man, that stood, And, if you can be merry then, I'll say,
Show'd like a mine. Their dwarfish pages were
As cherubinis, all gilt: the madams too,
Was to them as a painting: now this mask
Buck. Every man, Was cry'd incomparable, and the ensuing night After the hideous storm, that follow'd, was Made it a fool, and beggar. The two kings, A thing inspir'd, and, not consulting, broke Equal in lastre, were now best, now worst,
Into a general prophecy: that this tempest, As presence did present them; him in eye, Dashing the garment of this peace, aboded Still him in praise, and, being present both, The sudden breach on't. "Twas said, they saw but one, and no discerner Nor. Which is budded out; Darst wag his tongue in censure. When these suns For France hath flaw'd the league, and hath attach'd (For so they phrase them,) by their heralds challeng'a Our merchants' goods at Bourdeaux. The noble spirits to arms, they did perform
Aber. Is it therefore, Beyond thought's compass; that former fabulous story, The ambassador is silenc'd? Being now scen possible enough, got credit,
Nor, Marry, is't. That Bevis was believ'd.
Aber. A proper title of a peace; and parchas'd Buck. O, you go far.
At a superfluous rate! Nor. As I belong to worship, and affect
Buck. Why, all this business In honour honesty, the tract of every thing Our reverend cardinal carried. Would by a good discourser lose some life,
Nor. 'Like it your grace, Which action's self was tongue to. All was royal; The state takes notice of the private difference To the disposing of it nought rebellid,
Betwixt you and the cardinal. I advise you, Order gave each thing view; the office did (And take it from a heart, that wishes towards you Distinctly his fall function.
Honour and plenteous safety!) that you read Buck. Who did guide,
The cardinal's malice and his potency I mean, who set the body and the limbs
Together : to consider further, that of this great sport together, as you guess? What his high hatred would effect, wants not Nor. One, certes, that promises no element A minister in his power: you know his nature, In such a business.
That he's revengeful; and I know, his sword Buck. I pray you, who, my lord ?
Hath a sharp edge; it's long, and, it may be said, Nor. All this was order'd by the good discretion It reaches far, and where 'twill pot extend, of the right reverend cardinal of York.
Thither he darts it. Bosom up my counsel, Buck. The devil speed him! no man's pie is free'd You'll find it wholesome. Lo, where comes that rock, From his ambitious finger. What had he
That I advise your shanning, To do in these fierce vanities? I wonder, Enter Cardinal Wolsey, (the purse borne before him) That such a keech can with his very bulk
certuin of the Guard, and iwo Secretaries with paTake up the rays o' the beneficial sun,
pers. The Cardinal in his passage fixeth his eye And keep it from the earth.
on Buckingham, and Bucking an on him, buche Nor. Surely, sir,
full of disdain.
1 For high feats done to the crown, neither allied Wol. Is he in person ready?
1 To eminent assistants, but, spider-like,
1 Secr. Ay, please your grace. Ont of his self-drawing web, he gives us note, Wol. Well, we shall then know more,
1 The force of his own merit makes his way;
} A gift, that heaven gives for him, which buys Shall lessen this big look. A place next to the king.
(Exeunt Wolsey and train. Åber. I cannot tell,
Buck. This butcher's cur is venom-mouth'd and! 1
Not wake him in his slumber. A beggar's book
Nor. What, are you chaf*d?
Ask God for temperance! that's the appliance only, A new hell in himself.
Which your disease requires.
Buck. I read in his looks
I'll follow, and out-stare him.
What 'tis, you go about. To climb steep hills
Requires slow pace at first. Anger is like Aber. I do know
A full hot horse, who being allow'd his way, Kinsmen of miue, three at the least, that have Self-mettle tires him. Not a man in England By this so sickened their estates, that never Can advise me like you: be to yourself. They shall abound, as formerly.
As you would to your friend !
Buck, I'll to the king,
There's difference in no persons.
Nor. Be advis'd! Nor. Grievingly I think,
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot, The peace between the French and us pot values That it do singe yourself! We may outron, The cost, that did conclude it.
By violent swiftness, that which we ruo ah