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Doth comfort thee in thy sleep; Live, and flou-Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. rish !
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:
[ To King Richard. Why?
That I myself have done unto myself?
(To Richmond. I am a villain : Yet I lie, I am not.
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
To King Richard. Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree;
[To King Richard. I shall despair.—There is no creature loves me!
Nay, wherefore should they 1 since that I myself Let fall thy lance ! Despair, and die
Find in myself no pity to myself.
[ 70 King Richard. Methought, the souls of all that I had murder'd All. Awake! and think, our wrongs in Rich- Came to my tent: and every one did threat ard's bosom
[To Richmond. To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard. Will conquer him ;-awake, and win the day!
Rat. My lord,
( To King Richard. Rat. Ratcliff, my lord; 'tis I. The early vil.
| To Richmond. K. Rich. 0, Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fearful Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake! dream!
What thinkest thou ? will our friends prove all The Ghosts of the two young Princes rise.
true ? Ghosts. Dream on thy cousins smother'd in the Rat. No doubt, my lord. Tower ;
Ratcliff, I fear, I fear,-
Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers,
To hear, if any mean to shrink from me.
[Exeunt King Richard und Ratcliff.
Richmond wakes. Enter Oxford and others. That never slept a quiet hour with thee,
Lords. Good morrow, Richmond. Now fills thy sleep with perturbations:
Richm. 'Cry mercy, lords, and watchful genTo-morrow in the battle think on me,
tlemen, And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair, and die ! That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard here. Thou, quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep; Lords. How have you slept, my lord ?
To Richmond. Richm. The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding Dream of success and happy victory;
Have I since your departure had, my lords.
Methought, their souls, whose bodies Richard
[ To King Richard. Came to my tent, and cried-On! victory! The last was I that felt thy tyranny :
I promise you, my heart is very jocund 0, in the battle think on Buckingham,
In the remembrance of so fair a dream.
How far into the morning is it, lords?
direction.-- (He advances to the Troops
[ To Richmond. More than I have said, loving countrymen,
(The Ghosts vanish. King Richard The prayers of holy saints, and wronged souls,
starts out of his dream. K. Rich. Give me another horse,-bind up my
Like' high rear'd 'bulwarks, stand before ou
Richard except, those whom we fight against, Have mercy, Jesu !-Soft; I did but dream. Had rather have us win, than him they follow. O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!- For what is he they follow ? truly, gentlemen, The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight. A bloody tyrant, and a honiicide;
One rais'd in blood, and one in blood establish'd ; A thing devised by the enemy.
Conscience is but a word that cowards use,
What shall I say more than I have inferr'd ?
And who doth lead them, but a paltry fellow,
Felt so miich cold as over shoes in snow ?
These famish'd beggars, weary of their lives;
[Escunt. For want of means, poor rats, had hang'd them Re-enter King Richard, Ratcliff, Attendants and if we be conquerd, let men conquer us,
selves : Forces.
And not these bastard Bretagnes; whom our
Have in their own land beaten, bobb'd, and
Shall these enjoy our lanas 1 lie with our wives ? Rat. He smil'd, and said, the better for our pur. Ravish our daughters ?—Hark, I hear their drum. pose.
[Drum afar off. K. Rich. He was i' the right; and so, indeed, Fight, gentlemen of England I fight, bold yecit is.
men! Tell the clock there.-Give me a calendar. Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head ! Who saw the sun to-day ?
Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood;
Not I, my lord. Amaze the welkin with your broken staves !
Enter a Messenger.
What says Lord Stanley ? will he bring his Ratclift,
Mess. My lord, he doth deny to come.
K. Rich. Off instant.y with his son George's The sky doth frown and lour upon our ariny.
head. I would, these dewy tears were from the ground. After the battle let George Stanley die.
Nor. My lord, the enemy is pass'd the Marsh; Not shine to-day! Why, what is that to me, More than to Richmond 1 for the self-same hea.
K. Rich. A thousand hearts are great within
my bosom: ven,
Advance our standards, set upon our foes; That frowns on me, looks sadly upon hiin.
Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George, Enter Norfolk
Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons ! Not. Arm, arm, my lord; the foe vaunts in the Upon them! Victory sils on our helms. [ Exeunt. field.
SCENE IV. Another part of the Field. K. Rich. Come, bustle, bustle ;-Caparison my horse :
Alarum. Excursions. Enter Norfolk, and Call up Lord Stanley, bid him bring his power :
Forces; to him Catesby. I will lead torth my soldiers to the plain, Cate. Rescue, my lord of Norfolk, rescue, And thus my battle shall be ordered.
rescue! My foreward shall be drawn out all in length, The king enacts more wonders than a man, Consisting equally of horse and foot;
Daring an opposite to every danger;
Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost !
K. Rich. A horse ! a horse ! my kingdom for & Shall be well winged with our chiefest horse.
horse ! This, and Saint George to boot !-What think'st Cate. Withdraw, my lord, I'll help you to a thou Norfolk 1
horse. Nor. A good direction, warlike sovereign. K. Rich. Slave, I have set my life upon a cast, This found I on my tent this morning.
And I will stand the hazard of the die:
[Giving a scrawl. I think, there be six Richmonds in the field; K. Rich. Jocky of Norfolk, be not too bold, Five have I slain to-day, instead of him : For Dickon thy master is bought and sold. A horse ! a horse ! my kingdom for a horse! [reads.
Alarum. Enter King Richard and Richmond ; That in submission will return to us; and ereunt fighting. Retreat, and flourish. And then, as we have ta'en the sacrament, Then enter, Richmond, Stanley, bearing the We will unite the white rose with the red Crown, with divers other Lords, and Forces. Smile heaven upon this fair conjunction, Richm. God, and your arms, be prais'd, victo- That long hath frown'd upon their enmity : rious friends;
What traitor hears me, and says not,-Amen? The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead. England hath long been mad, and scarr'd herself; Stan. Courageous Richmond, well hast thoa The brother blindly shed the brother's blood, acquit thee!
The father rashly slaughter'd his own son, Lo, here, this long usurped royalty,
The son, compellid, been butcher to the sire; From the dead temples of this bloody wretch
All this divided York and Lancaster,
By God's fair ordinance conjoin together!
peace, Whither, if it please you, we may now withdraw With smiling plenty, and fair prosperous days!
Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord, Richm. What men of name are slain on either That would reduce these bloody days again, side?
And make poor England weep in streams of Stan. John Duke of Norfolk, Walter Lord Fer blood! rers,
Let them not live to taste this land's increase, Sir Robert Brakenbury, and Sir William Bran- That would with treason wound this fair land's don.
Peace! Richm. Inter their bodies as becomes their Now civil wounds are stopp'd, peace lives again. births.
That she may long iive here, 'God say- Amen. Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fled,
KING HENRY THE EIGHTH..
PERSONS REPRESENTED. KING HENRY THE EIGHTH.
GRIFFITH, Gentleman Usher to Queen Kath CARDINAL WOLSEY.
arine. CARDINAL CAMPEIUS.
Three other Gentlemen.
Garter, King at Arms.
BRANDON, and a Sergeant at Arms.
Door-keeper of the Council Chamber. DUKE OF SUFFOLK.
Porter, and his Man. EARL OF SURREY.
Page to Gardiner. A Crier. LORD CHAMBERLAIN.
QUEEN KATHARINE, Wife to King Henry, LORD CHANCELLOR. GARDINER, Bishop of Winchester.
ANNE BULLEN, her Maid of Honour; af. BISHOP OF LINCOLN.
terwards Queen. LORD ABERGAVENNY. LORD SANDS. SIR HENRY GUILFORD.
An old Lady, Friend to Anne Bullen. SIR THOMAS LOVELL.
PATIENCE, 'Woman to Queen Katharine. SIR ANTHONY DENNY.
Several Lords and Ladies in the Dumb Shore SIR NICHOLAS VAUX.
Wonen attending upon the Queen; Spirits, Secretaries to Wolsey.
which appear to her ; Scribes, Officers, Guards, CROMWELL, Servant to Wolsey.
and other Attendants.
Will be deceived: for, gentle hearers, know,
To rank our chosen truth with such a show I come no more to make you langh; things now, As fool and fight is, beside forfeiting That bear a weighty and a serious brow, Our own brains, and the opinion that we bring, Sad, high, and working, full of state and wo, (To make that only true we now intend,) Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow, Will leave us never an understanding friend. We now present. Those that can pity, here Therefore, for goodness' sake, and as you ar May, if they think it well, let fall a tear;
known The subject will deserve it. Such, as give The first and happiest hearers of the town, Their money ont of hope they may believe, Be sad, as we would make you : Think, ye see May here find truth too. Those that come to see The very persons of our noble story, Only a show or two, and so agree,
As they were living; think you see them great, The play may pass; if they be still, and willing, And follow'd with the general throng, and I'll undertake, may see away their shilling
sweat, Richly in two short hours. Only they,
Of thousand friends; then in a moment, see That come to hear a merry, bawdy play, How soon this mightiness meets misery ! A noise of targets; or to see a fellow
And, if you can be merry then, I'll say, Ju a long molley coat, guarded with yellow, A man may weep upon his wedding day.
There's in him stuff that puts him to these ends; SCENE I. London. An Antcchamber in the For, being not propp'd by ancestry, (whose grace Palace.
Chalks successors their way,) nor call'd upon Enter the Duke of Norfolk, at one door; at the For high feats done to the crown; neither allied other, the Duke of Buckingham, and the Lord Out of his self-drawing web, he gives us note
To eminent assistants, bul, spider-like,
The force of his own inerit makes his way; Buck. Good morrow, and well met. How have A gift that heaven gives for him, which buys. you done,
A place next to the king.
I cannot tell
I thank your grace: What heaven bath given him, let some graver eye
An untimely ague
Peep through each part of him: Whence has he
A new hell in bimself.
Why the devil,
Without the privity o' the king, to appoint
He meant to lay upon; and his own letter,
The honourable board of council out,
All the whole time Must fetch him in the papers.
I do know
Then you lost Kinsmen of mine, three at the least, that have
Grievingly I think,
Every man, The pride upon them, that their very labour After the hideous storm that follow'd, was Was to them as a painting: now this mask A thing inspir'd : and, not consulting, broke Was cry'd incomparable ; and the ensuing night into a general prophecy,- That this tempest, Made it a fool and beggar. These two kings, Dashing the garment of this peace, aboded Equal in lustre, were now best, now worst, The sudden breach on't. As presence did present them; him in eye, Nor.
Which is budded ont; Still him in praise : and, being present both, For France hath flaw'd the league, and hath 'Twas said, they saw but one; and no discerner attach'd Durst wag his tongue in censure. When these Our merchants' goods at Bourdeaux. suns
Is it therefore (For so they phrase them) by their heralds chal. The ambassador is silenc'd ?
Marry, is't. The noble spirits to arms, they did perform Aber. A proper title of a peace, and purchas'd Beyond thought's compass; that former fabu- At a superfluous rate! lons story,
Why, all this business Being now seen possible enough, got credit, Our reverend cardinal carried. That Bevis was believ'd.
Like it your grace, Buck.
O, you go far. The state takes notice of the private difference Not. As I belong to worship, and affect Betwixt you and the cardinal. I advise you In honour honesty, the tract of every thing (And take it from a heart that wishes towards Would by a good discourser lose some life,
you Which action's self was tongue to. All was Honour and plenteous safety,) that you read royal ;.
The cardinal's malice and his potency
Together: to consider further, that
A minister in his power : You know his nature, Buck.
Who did guide, That he's revengeful; and I know, his sword I mean, who set the body and the limbs Hath a sharp edge: it's long, and, it may be of this great sport together, as you guess ?
said, Nor. One, certes, that promises, no element It reaches far; and where 'twill not extend, In sach a business.
Thither he darts it. Bosom up my counsel, Buck.
I pray you, who, my lord? You'll find it wholesome. Lo, where comes that Nor. All this was order'd by the good discretion rock, Of the right reverend cardinal of York. That I advise your shunning. Buck. The devil speed him! no man's pie is, free'd
Enter Cardinal Wolsey, (the purse borne before From his ambitious finger. What had he him,) certain of the Guard, and two SecretaTo do in these fierce vanities? I wonder,
ries with papers. The Cardinal in his pass. That such a keech can with his very bulk, age fizeth his eye on Buckingham, and BuckTake up the rays o' the beneficial sun,
ingham on him, both full of disdain. And keep it from the earth.
Wol. The duke of Buckingham's surveyor ? ba? Nor.
Surely, sir, Where's his examination ?
I am sorry
Here, so please you. Under pretence to see the queen his aunt, Wol. Is he in person ready?
(For 'twas, indeed, his colour ; but he camo 1 Secr.
Ay, please your grace. To whisper' Wolsey) here makes visitation: Wol. Well, we shall then know more ; and His fears were, that the interview, betwixt Buckingham
England and France, might through their amity, Shall lessen his big look.
Breed him some prejudice; for from this league ( Ereunt Wolsey and Train. Peep'd harms that menac'd him: He privily Buck. This butcher's car is venom-mouth'd, Deals with our cardinal; and, as I trow, and I
Which I do well; for, I am sure, the emperor Have not the power to muzzle him ; therefore, Paid ere he promis'd; whereby his suit was best
granted, Not wake him in his slumber. A beggar's Ere it was ask'd ;-but when the way was book
made, Out-worths a noble's blood.
And pav'd with gold, the emperor thus desir'd ;Nor.
What, are you chafd? That he would please to alter the king's course, Ask God for temperance; that's the appliance And break the foresaid peace. Let the king only,
know, Which your disease requires.
(As soon he shall by me,) that this the cardinal Buck.
I read in his looks Does buy and sell his honour as he pleases, Malter against me: and his eye revil'd
And for his own advantage Me, as his abject object : at this instant
I am sorry He bores me with some trick: He's gone to the To hear this of him; and could wisn, he were king;
Something mistaken in't. I'll follow, and outstare him.
No, not a syllable; Stay, my lord, I do pronounce him in that very shape, And let your reason with your choler question He shall appear in proof. What 'tis you go about: To climb steep hills, Requires slow pace at first : Anger is like
Enter Brandon ; a Sergeant at Arms before him, A full hot horse ; who, being allow'd his way,
and two or three of the Guard. Self-mettle tires him. Not a man in England Bran. Your office, sergeant ; execate it. Can advise me like yon: be to yourself
Sir, As you would to your friend.
My lord the duke of Buckingham, and earl
I'll to the king; of Hereford, Stafford, and Northampton, i
Lo, yon, my lord, Nor.
Be advis’d; The net has fall’n upon me; I shall perish Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot
Under device and practice. That it do singe yourself: We may outrun, Bran. By viole swiftness, that which we run at, To see you ta'en from liberty, to look on And lose by overrunning. Know you not, The business present. 'Tis his highness' pleasure, The fire, that mounts the liquor till it run o'er, You shall to the Tower. In seeming to angment it, wastes it? Be advis'd : Buck.
It will help me nothing, I say again, there is no English soul
To plead mine innocence; for that dye is on me, More stronger to direct you than yonrself;. Which makes my whitest part black. The wil If with the sap of reason you would quench,
of heaven Or but allay, the fire of passion.
Be done in this and all things !-1 obey.Buck.
Sir, O my lord Aberga'ny, fare you well. I am thankful to you; and I'll go along?
Bran. Nay, he must bear you company By your prescription :--but this top-proud fel. The king
[ To Abergavenny. low,
Is pleas'd, you shall to the Tower, till you know (Whom from the flow of gall, I name not, but How he determines further. From sincere motions,) by intelligence,
As the dnke said, And proofs as clear as founts in July, when The will of heaven be done, and the king's We see each grain of gravel, I do know
pleasure To be corrupt and treasonous.
By me obey'd. Nor.
Say not, treasonous.
Here is a warrant from Buck. To the king I'll say't; and make my The king, to attach Lord Montacute, and the vouch as strong
So, 20; As able to perform it: his mind and place These are the limbs of the plot: no more, I Infecting one another, yea reciprocally,)
hope. Only to show his pomp as well in France Bran. A monk o' the Chartreux. As here at home, suggests the king our master Buck.
0, Nicholas Hopkins ! To this last costly treaty, the interview,
Ha That swallow'd so much treasure, and like a Buck. My surveyor is false, the o'ergreat car glass
dinal Did break i'the rinsing.
Hath show d him gold: my life is spann'd Nor.
'Faith, and so it did. already : Buck. Pray, give me favour, sír. This cun tam the shadow of poor Buckingham;
Whose figure even this instant cloud pats ont, The articles o'the combination drew,
By dark'ning my clear sun.-My lord, farewell. As himself pleas'd; and they were ratified, As he cried, This let be: to as much end, As give a crutch to the dead : But our count car. Cornets. Enter King Henry, Cardinal Wolder:
SCENE II. The Council Chamber. Has done this, and 'tis well: for worthy Wolsey,
the Lords of the Council, Sir Thomas Lorel, Who cannot err, he did it. Now this follows
Officers, and Attendants. The King enters (Which, as I take it, is a kind of puppy
leaning on the Cardinal's shoulder. To the old dam treasong)
-Charles che emperor, / K. Hen. My life itself, and the best heart of it,