meetst aduantage of the time Inferre the bastardy of Edwards children Tell them how Edward put to death a Cittizen Onely for saying he would make his sonne Heire to the Crowne meaning indeede his house Which by the signe thereof was termed so Moreouer vrge his hatefull luxurie And bestiall appetite in change of lust Which stretched to theyr seruants daughters wiues Euen where his lustfull eye or sauage heart Without controll listed to make his prey Nay for a neede thus farre come neere my person Tell them when that my mother went with childe Of that vnsatiate Edward noble Yorke My princely father then had warres in Fraunce And by iust computation of the tyme Found that the issue was not his begot Which well appeared in his lineaments Being nothing like the noble Duke my father But touch this sparingly as it were farre off Because you know my Lord my mother liues Buck. Feare not my Lord I le play the Orator As if the golden see for which I pleade Were for my selfe Glo. If you thriue well bring them to Baynards castle Where you shall finde me well accompanyed Wyth reuerend fathers and well earned Bishops Buc. About three or foure a clocke look to heare What news Guildhall affordeth and so my Lord farewell Glo. Now will I in to take some priuy order Exit Buc. To draw the brats of Clarence out of sight And to giue notice that no maner of person At any tyme haue recourse vnto the Princes Exit Enter a Scriuener with a paper in his hand This is the indictment of the good Lord Hastings Which in a set hand fairely is engrosst That it may be this day read ouer in Paulesâ— And marke how well the sequele hangs together Eleuen houres I spent to wryte it ouer For yesternight by Catesby was it brought me The president was full as long adoyng And yet within these fiue houres liued Lord Hastings Vntaynted vnexamined free at liberty Heere 's a good world the while Why whoe 's so grosse That sees not this palpable deuice Yet whoe 's so blinde but sayes he sees it not Bad is the world and all will come to naught When such bad dealing must be sene in thought Exit Enter Glocester at one doore Buckingham at another Glo How now my Lord what say the Cittizens Buc. Now by the holy mother of our Lord The Citizens are mumme and speake not a word Glo. Toucht you the bastardy of Edwards children Buck I did wyth the insatiate greedinesse of his desires His tyranny for trifles his owne bastardy As beyng got your father then in Fraunce Withâ—ll I did inferre your lineaments Beyng the right Idea of your father Both in your forme and noblenesse of minde Laid open all your victories in Scotland Your discipline in warre wisedome in peace Your bounty vertue faire humility Indeede left nothing fitting for the purpose Vntoucht or sleightly handled in discourse And when mine oratory grew to an ende I bid them that did loue their countries good Crie God saue Richard Englands royall King Glo. A and did they so Buc. No so God helpe me But like dumbe 〈◊〉 or breathing stones Gazde each on other and lookt deadly pale Which when I saw I reprehended them And askt the Maior what meant this wilfull silence His answere was the people were not wont To be spoke to but by the Recorder Then he was vrgde to tell my tale againe Thus saith the Duke thus hath the Duke inferd But nothing spake in warrant from himselfe When he had done some followers of mine owne At the lower end of the Hall hurld vp their caps And some ten voices cried God saue King Richard Thankes louing Cittizens and friends quoth I This generall applause and louing shoute Argues your wisedomes and your loue to Richard And so brake off and came away Glo. What tonglesse blockes were they would they not speake Buc. No by my troth my Lo Glo. Will not the Maior then and his brethren come Glo. The Maior is here at hand and intend some feare Be not spoken withall but with mighty suite And looke you get a praier booke in your hand And stand betwixt two churchmen good my Lo For on that ground I le build a holy descant Be not easily wonne to our request Play the maides part say no but take it Glo. Feare not me if thou canst pleade aswell for them As I can say nay to thee for my selfe No doubt wee le bring it to a happie issue Buck You shal see what I can do get you vp to the leads Exit Now my L. Maior I dance attendance heare I thinke the Duke will not be spoke withall Enter Catesby Here coms his seruant how now Catesby what saies he Cates. My Lord he doth intreat your grace To visit him to morrow or next daie He is within with two right reuerend fathers Diuinely bent to meditation And in no worlâ—â—y suite would he be mou'd To draw him from his holy exercise Buck. Returne good Catesby to thy Lord againe Tell him my selfe the Maior and Cittizens In deepe designes and matters of great moment No lesse importing then our generall good Are come to haue some conference with his grace Cates. I le tell him what you say my Lord. Exit Buck. Aha my Lord this prince is not an Edward He is not lulling on a lewd day bed But on his knees at meditation Not dalying with a brace of Curtizans But meditating with two deepe Diuines Not sleeping to ingrosse his idle body But praying to inrich his watchfull soule Happy wâ—re England would this gracious prince Take on himselfe the souerainty thereon But sure I feare we shall neuer winne him to it Mâ—ior Marry God forbid his grace should say vs nay Buck. I feare he wil how now Catesby Enter Cates. What saies your Lord Caâ—es My Lo. he wonders to what end you haue assembled Such troupes of Cittizens to speake with him His grace not being warnd thereof before My Lord he feares you meane no good to him Buck. Sorrie I am my noble Cosen should Suspect me that I meane no good to him By heauen I come in perfect loue to him And so once more returne and tell his grace Exit Catesby When hollie and deuout religious men Are at their beads t is hard to draw them thence So sweet is zealous contemplation Enter Rich with two bishops a loste Maior See where he stands between two clergiâ— men Buck. Two props of vertue for a christian Prince To staie him from the fall of vanitie Famous Plantaganet most gracious prince Lend fauorable eares to our request And pardon vs the interruption Of thy deuotion and right Christian zeale Glo. My Lord there needs no such apologie I rather do beseech you pardon me Who earnest in the seruice of my God Neglect the visitation of my friends But leauing this what is your graces pleasure Buck. Euen that I hope which pleaseth God aboue And all good men of this vngouerned â—le Glo. I
brother Now they beleeue me and withall whet me To be reuenged on Ryuers Vaughan Gray But then I sigh and with a piece of scripture Tell them that God bids vs doe good for euill And thus I clothe my naked villany With old odde ends stolne out of holy writ And seeme a Saint when most I play the Diuell But soft here come my executioners Enter Executioners How now my hardy stout resolued mates Are you now going to dispatch this deede Execu We are my Lord and come to haue the warrant That we may be admitted where he is Glo. It was well thought vpon I haue it here about me When you haue done repaire to Croâ—by place But sirs be sudden in the execuâ—â—on Withall obdurate doe not heare him pleade For Clarence is well spoken and perhaps May moue your harts to pitty if you marke him Exec. Tush feare not my Lo we will not stand to prate Talkers are no good doers be assured We come to vse our hands and not our tongues Gl. Your eies drop milstones when fooles eies drop tears I like you lads about your busines Exeunt Enter Clarence Brokenbury Brok. Why lookes your grace so heauily to day Clar. Oh I haue past a miserable night So full of vgly sights of gastly dreames That as I am a christian faithfull man I would not spend another such a night Though t were to buy a world of happy daies So full of dismall terror was the time Brok. What was your dreame I long to heare you tell it Cla. Me thoughts I was imbarkt for Burgundy And in my company my brother Glocester Who from my cabbine tempted me to walke Vpon the hatches thence we lookt toward England And cited vp a thousand fearefull times During the wars of Yorke and Lancaster That had befallen vs as we pact along Vpon the giddy footing of the hatches Me thought that Glocester stumbled and in stumbling Stroke me that thought to stay him ouer board Into the tumbling billowes of the maine Lord Lord me thought what paine it was to drowne What dreadfull noise of waters in my eares What vgly sights of death within my eies Me thought I sawe a thousand fearefull wracks Ten thousand men that fishes gnawed vpon Wedges of gold great anchors heapes of pearle Inestimable stones vnualued Iewels Some lay in dead mens sculs and in those holes Where eies did once inhabite there were crepâ— As t were in scorne of eies reflecting gems Which woed the sâ—â—my bottome of the deepe And mockt the dead bones that lay scattered by Brok. Had you such leisure in the time of death To gaze vpon the secrets of the deepe Clar. Me thought I had for still the enuious sâ—oud Kept in my soule and would not let if fooâ—th To seeke the emptie vast and wandering aire But smotheâ—ed it within my panting bulke Which almost burst to belch it in the sea Brok. Awakt you not with this â—ore agony Cla. O no my dreame was lengthned after life O then began the tempest to my soule Who past me thought the melancholy floud With that grim ferrâ—man which Poets write of Vnto the kingdome of perpetuall night The first that there did greet my stranger soule Was my great father in law renowmed Warwicke Who cried alowd what scourge for periury Can this darke monarchy affoord false Clarence And so he vanisht then came wandring by A shadow like an angell in bright haire Dabled in bloud and he squakt out alowd Clarence is come false fleeting periurd Clareneâ— That stabd me in the field by Teuxbery Seaze on him furies take him to your tormeâ—ts With that me thoughts a legion of foule fiendâ— Enuirond me about and howled in mine eares Such hideous cries that with the very noise I trembling wakt and for a season after Could not beleeue but that I was in hell Such terrible impression made the dreame Bro. No marueile my Lo though it affâ—â—â—hted you I promise you I am afraid to heare you tell it Cla. O Brokenbury I haue done those things Which now beare euidence against my soule For Edwards sake and see how he requites me I pray thee gentle keeper stay by me My soule is heauy and I faine would sleepe Bro. I will my Lo God giue your Grace good rest Sorrowe breake seasons and reposing howers Makes the night morning and the noonetide night Princes haue but their titles for their glories An outward honouâ— for an inward toile And for vnfelt imagination They often feele a world of resâ—lesse cares So that beâ—wixt their titles and lowe names Thereâ— nothing differs but the outward fame The murtherers enter In Gods name what are you and how came you hither Execu I would speake with Clarence and I came hither on my legs Bro. Yea are you so briefe 2 Exe. O sir it is better to be briefe then tedious Shew him our commission talke no more He readeth it Bro. I am in this commanded to deliuer The noble Duke of Clarence to your hands I will not reason what is mean thereby Because I wil be guiltles of the meaning Here are the keies there sits the Duke a sleepe I le to his Maiesty and certifie his Grace That thus I haue resignd my charge to you Exe. Doe so it is a point of wisedome 2 What shall I stab him as he sleepes 1 No then he will say t was done cowardly When he wakes 2 When he wakes Why foole he shall neuer wake till the iudgement day 1 Why then he will say we stabd him sleeping 2 The vrging of that word Iudgement hath bred A kind of remorse in me 1 What art thou afraid 2 Not to kill him hauing a warrant for it but to be daÌ„â—d For killing him from which no warrant can defend vs. 1 Backe to the Duke of Glocester tell him so 2 I pray thee stay a while I hope my holy humor will Change t was wont to hold me but while one would tel xx 1 How doest thou feelâ— thy selfe noâ— 2 Faith some certaine dregs of â—onscience are yet with in me 1 Remember our reward when the deede is done 2 Zounds he dies I had forgot the reward 1 Where is thy conscience now 2 In the Duke of Glocesters purse 1 So when he opens his purse to giue vs our reward Thy conscience flies out 2 Let it go thereâ—â—ew or none will entertaine it 1 How if it come to thee againe 2 I le not meddle with it it is a dangerous thing It makes a man a coward A man cannot steale But it accuseth him he cannot sweare but it checks him He cannot lie with his neighbor wife but it detects Him It is a blushing shamefast spirit that mutinies In a mans bosome it filâ— one full of obstacleâ— It made me once restore a purse of gold that I found It beggers any man that keepes it it is turned out of all Townes and Cittles for a dangerous thing and euery Man that meanes to liue wel endeuors to trust to To
killing newes Dâ—r Madam haue comfort how fares your grace Qu O Dorset speake not to me get thee hence Death and destruction dogge thee at the heeles Thy Mothers name is ominous to children If thou wilt outstrip death go crosse the seas And liue with Richmond from the reach of hell Go hie thee hie thee from this slaughter house Least thou increase the number of the dead And make me die the thrall of Margarets cursse Nor Mother Wife nor Englands counted Queene Staâ— Full of wise care is this your counsell Madam Take all the swift aduantage of the time You shall haue letters fâ—om me to my sonne To meete you on the way and welcome you Be not tane tardie by vnwise delaie Duch. yor O ill dispersing winde of miserie O my accursed wombe the bed of death A Cocatrice hast thou hatch to the world Whose vnauoided eye is murtherous Stan. Come Madam I in all hast was sent Duch. And I in all vnwillingnes will go I would to God thar the inclusiue verge Of golden meâ—tall that must round my browe were red hotte steele to seare me to the braine Annointed let me be with deadlie poyson And die ere men can say God saue the Queene Qu. Alas poore soule I enuie not thy glorie To feede my humor wish â—hy selfe no harme Duch. glo No when he that is my husband now Came to me as I followed Henries course When scarse the bloud was well washt from his handes Which issued from my other angel husband And that dead saint which then I weeping followed O when I say I lookt on Richaâ—ds face This was my wish be thou quoth I accurst For making me so young so olde a widow And when thou wedst let sorrow haunt thy bed And be thy wife if any be so madde As miserable by the death of thee As thou hast made me by my deare Lordes death Loe eare I can repeate this curse againe Euen in so short a space my womans hart â—rosselie grewe captiue to his honie wordes And prou'd the subiecte of my owne soules curse Which euer since hath kept my eyes from sleepe For neuer yet one houre in his bed Haue I enioyed the golden dew of sleepe But haue bene waked by his timerous dreames Besides he hates me for my father Warwicke And will no doubt shortlie be rid of me Qu. Alas poore soule I pittie thy complaints Duch. glo No more then from my soule I mourne for yours Dor. Farewell thou wofull welcomer of glorie Duch. glo Adew poore soule thou takst thy leaue of it Dâ— yor Go thou to Richmond and good fortune guide thee Go thou to Richard and good Angels garde thee Go thou to sanctuarie good thoughts possesse thee I to my graue where peace and rest lie with me Eightie odde yeares of sorrow haue I seene And each houres ioy wrackt with a weeke of teene The Trumpets sound Enter Richard crownd Buckingham Catesby with other Nobles King Stand al apart Coosin of Buckingham Giue me thy hand Here â—e ascendeth the throne Thus high by thy aduice And thy assistance is king Richard seated But shal we weare these honours for a day Or shall they last and we reioice in them Buc. Stil liue they and for euer may they last King Ri. O Buckingham now do I plaiâ— the touch To trie if thou be currant gold indeed Young Edwaâ—d liues thinke now what I would say Buc. Saie on my gracious soueraigne King Whie Buckingham â— saie I would be king Buc. Whie so you are my thrice renowned liege King Ha am I king t is so but Edward liues Buc. True noble prince King O bitter consequence That Edward stil should liue true noble prince Coosin thou wert not wont to be soâ—dul Shal I be plaine I wish tâ—e bastards dead And I would haue it suddenlie performde What saist thou speake suddenlie be briefe Buc. Your grace may doe your pleasure King Tut tut thou art all yâ—e thy kindnesse freezeth Saie haue I thy consent that they shal die Buc. Giue me some breath some little pause my lord Before I positiuelie speake herein I wil resolue your grace immediatlie Exit Cates. The king is angrie see he bites the lip King I wil conuerse with iron witted fooles And vnrespectiue boies none are for me That looke into me with considerate â—iâ—s Boy high reaching Buckingham growes circumspect Boy My Lord. King Knowst thou not any whom corrupting gold Would tempt vnto a close exploit of death Boy Mylord I know a discontented gentleman Whose humble meanes match not his haughtie mind â—ould were as good as twentie Orators And will no doubt tempt him to any thing King What is his name Boy His name my Lord is Tirrell King Go call him hither presentlie The deepe reuoluing wittie Buckingham No more shall be the neighbour to my counsell Hath he so long held out with me vntirde And stops he nowe for breath Enter Darby How now what neewes vvith you Darby My Lord I heare the Marques Dorset Is fled to Richmond in those partes beyond the seas where he abides King Catesby Cat. My Lord. King Rumor it abroad That Anne my wife is sicke and like to die I will take order for her keeping close Enquire me out some meane borne gentleman Whom I will marrie straight to Clarence daughter The boy is foolish and I feare not him Looke how thou dreamst I say againe giue ouâ— That Anne my wife is sicke and like to die About it for it stands me much vpon To stop all hopes vvhose growth may damadge me I must be married to my brothers daughter Or else my kingdome stands on brittle glasse Murther her brothers and then marrie her Vncertaine vvaie of gaine but I am in So far in bloud that sinne vvill plucke on sin Teare falâ—ing pittie dwels not in this eie Enter Tirrel Is thy name Tirrill Tyr. Iames Tirrell and your most obedient subiect King Art thou indeed Tir. Proue me my gracious soueraigne King Darst thou resolue to kill a friend of miâ—e Tir. I my Lord but I had rather kill two enemies King Why there thou hast it two deepe enemies Foes to my rest and my sweet sleepes disturbs Are they that I would haue thee deale vpon Tirrel I meane those bastards in the tower Tir. Let me haue open meanes to come to them And soone I le rid you from the feare of them Kâ—ng Thou singst sweet musicke Come hither Tirrel he wispers in his earâ— Go by that token rise and lend thine eare T is no more but so saie is it done And I will loue thee and prefer thee too Tir. T is done my gracious lord Kâ—ng Shal we heare from thee Tirrel ere we sleep Enter Buc. Tir. Ye shall my lord Buck. My lord I haue considered in my mind The late demand that you did sound me in King Well let that passe Dorset is fled to Richmond Buck I heare that newes my lord Kâ—ng Stanley he is your wifes sonnes Wellooke to it
sorrow Remember Margaret was a Prophetesse Come sirs conuey me to the blocke of shame Wrong hath but wrong and blame the dew of blame Enâ—er Richmond with drums and trumpâ—ts Rich. Fellowes in armes and my most louing friendes Bruisd vnderneath the yoake of tyrannie Thus farre into the bowels of the land Haue we marcht on without impediment And here receiue we from our Father Stanlie Lines of faire comfort and incouragement The wretched bloudie and vsurping bore That spoild your somer-fieldes and fruitfull vines Swils your warme bloud like wash and makes his trough In your inboweld bosomes this foule swine Lies now euen in the center of this I le Neare to the towne of Leycester as we learne From Tamworth thether is but one dayes march In Gods name cheerelie on couragious fâ—iendes To reape the haruest of perpetuall peace By this one bloudie triall of sharpe warre 1 Lo. Eueâ—ie mans conscience is a thousand swordes To fight against that bloudie homicide 2 Lo. I doubt not but his friendes will flie to vs. 3 Lo. He hath no friendes but who are friendes for feare Which in his greatest neede will shrinke from him Rich. All for our vantage then in Gods name march True hope is swift and flies with Swallowes wings Kings it make Gods and meaner creatures kings Exit Enter King Richard Norffolke Ratcliffe Catesbie with others King Here pitch our tentes euen here in Bosworth field Whie how now Catesbie whie lookst thou so bad Cat My hart is ten times lighter then my lookes King Norffolke come hether Norffolke we must haue knockes ha must we not Norff. We must both giue and take my gracious Lord. King Vp with my tent there here will I lie to night But where to morrow well all is one for that Who hath discried the number of the foe Norff. Sixe or seuen thousand is their greatest number King Whie our battalion trebles that account Besides the Kings name is a tower of strength Which they vpon the aduerse partie want Vp with my tent there valiant gentlemen Let vs suruey the vantage of the field Call for some men of sound direction Le ts want no discipline make no delaâ—e For Lordes to morrow is a busie day Exeunt Enter Richmond with the Lordes c. Rich. The wearie sonne hath made a golden sete And by the bright tracke of his fierie Carre Giues signall of a goodlie day to morrow Where is Sir William Brandon he shall beare my standerd The Earle of Pembroke keepe his regiment Good captaine Blunt beare my good night to him And by the second houre in the morning Desire the Earle to see me in my tent Yet one thing more good Blunt before thou goest Where is Lord Stanlie quarterd doest thou know Blunt Vnlesse I haue mistane his coulers much Which well I am assur'd I haue not done His regiment lies halfe a mile at least South from the mightie power of the king Rich. If without perrill it be possible Good captaine Blunt beare my good night to him And giue him from me this most needefull scrowle Blunt Vpon my life my Lord I le vndertake it Rich. Farewell good Blunt Giue me some inke and paper in my tenâ— I le drawe the forme and modle of our battel Limit each leader to his seuerall charge And part in iust proportion our small strength Come let vs consult vpon to morrowes busines In to our tent the aire is rawe and cold Enter king Richard Norff. Ratcliffe Catesbâ—e c. Kâ—ng What is a clocke Cat. It is sixe of clocke full supper time King I will not sup to night giue me some inke and paper What is my beâ—er easier then it was And all my armour laid into my tent Câ—t It is my Liege and all thinges are in readines King Good Norffolke hie thee to thy charge Vse carefull watch chuse trustie centinell Norff. I goe my Lord. King Stur with the Larke to morrow gentle Norffolke Nor. I warrant you my Lord. Kâ—ng Catesby Rat. My lord King Send out a Pursiuant at armes To â—tanleâ—â— regiment bid him bring his power Before sun rising least his sonne George fall Into the blind caue of eternal night Fill me a bowle of wine giue me a watch Saddle white Surrey for the field to morrow Looke that my staues be sound and not too heauy Ratliffe Râ—t My lord King Sawst thou the melancholie Lo. Northumberland Rat. Thomas the Earle of Surrey and himselfe Much about cockshut time from troupe to troupe Went through the army cheering vp the soldiors King So I am satisfied giue me a boule of wine I haue not that alacrity of spirit Nor cheere of mind that I was wont to haue Set it down Is inke and paper ready Rat. It is my lord King Bid my guard watch leaue me Ratliffe about the mid of night come to mytent And help to arme me leaue me I say Exit Ratliffâ— Enter Darby to Ricbmond in his tent Daâ—by Fortune and victorie set on thy helme Rich. All comfort that the darke night can afford Be to thy person noble father in law Tel me how fares our louing mother Dar. I by atturney blesse thee from thy mother Who prâ—ies continuallie for Richmonds good So much for that the silent houres steale on And fâ—akie darkenesse breakes within the east In briefe for so the season bids vs be Prepare thy battell earelie in the morning And put thy fortune to the arbitrement Of bloudie strokes and mortal staâ—ing war I as I may that which I would I cannot With best aduâ—ntage will deceiue the time And aide thee in this doubsul shocke of armes But on thy side I may not be too forward Least being seene thy brother tender George Be executed in his fathers sight Farewel the leasure and the fearefull time Cuts off the ceremonious vowes of loue And amâ—le enterchange of sweet discourse Which so long sundried friends should dwelvpon God giue vs leisure for these rights of loue Once more adiew be valiant and speed well Rich. Good lords conduct him to his regiment I le striue with troubled thoughts to take a nap Least leaden slumber peise me downe to morrow When I should mount with wings of victorie Once more good night kind Lords and gentlemen Exuâ—â— O thou whoâ—e Captaine I account my selfe Looke on my forces with a gracious eâ—e Put in their hands thy brusing Irons of wrath That they may crush downe with a heauie â—all The vsurping helmets of our aduersaries Make vs thy ministers of chastisement That we may praise thee in the victorie To thee I do commend my watchfull soule Eare I let fal the windowes of mine eies Sleeping and waking oh defend me still Enter the ghost of young Prince Edward sonne Harry the sixt to Ri. Ghost to Ri. Let me sit heauie on thy soule to morrow Thinke how thou stabst me in my prime of youth At Teukesburie dispaire therefore 〈◊〉 die To Rich. Be cheerful Richmond for the wronged soules Of Butchered princes fight in
this could corps on the earths cold face But if I thriue the gaine of my attempt The least of you shall share his part thereof Sound drummes and trumpets boldlie and cheerefullie God and â—aint George Richmond and victorie Enter King Richard Rat. c. King What said Northumberland as â—ouching Richmond Rat. That he was neuer trained vp in armes King He said the trueth and what said Surrey then Rat. He smiled and said the better for our purpose King He was in the right and so in deede it is Tell the clocke there The clocke striketh Giue me a calender who saw the Sunne to day Rat. Not I my Lord. King Then he disdaines to shine for by the booke He should haue braud the East an hower agoe A blacke day will it be to some bodie Rat. Rat. My Lord. King The Sunne will nor be seene to day The skie doeth frowne and lowre vpon our armie I would these dewie teares were from the ground Not shine to day whie what is that to me More then to Richmond for the selfe-same heauen That frownes on me lookes sadlie vpon him Enter Norffolke Norff. Arme arme my Lord the foe vaunts in the field King Come bustâ—e bustle caparison my horse Call vp Lord Standlie bid him bring his power I will leade forth my souldiers to the plaine And thus my battaile shall be ordered My foreward shall be drawen out all in length Consisting equallie of horse and foote Our Archers shall be placed in the midst Iohn Duke of Norffolke Thomas Earle of Surrey Shall haue the leading of this foote and horse They thus directed we will follow In the matne battle whose puissance on either side shall be well winged with our chiefest horse This and Saint George to bootes what thinkst thou Norffolke Nor. A good direction warlike soueraigne he sheweth him a paper This found I on my tent this morning Iocky of Norfolke be not so bould For Dâ—ckon thy master is bought and should King A thing deuised by the enemie Go gentlemen euery man vnto his charge Let not our babling dreames affright our soules Conscience is but a word that cowards vse Deuisd at first to keepe the strong in awe Our strong armes be our conscience swords our law March on ioine brauelie let vs to it pell mell If not to heauen then hand in hand to hell His Orâ—tion to his army What shal I saie more then I haue inferd Remember whom you are to cope withall A sort of vagabonds rascols and runawaies A scum of Brittains and base lacky pesants Whom their orecloied country vomits forth To desperate aduentures and assurd destruction You sleeping safe they bring to you vnrest You hauing lands and blest with beauteous wifes They would restraine the one distaine the other And who doth lead them but a paltrey fellow Long kept in Brittaine at our mothers cost A milkesopt one that neuer in his life Felt so much colde as ouer shooes in snow Le ts whip these stragglers ore the seas againe Lash hence these ouerweening rags of France These famisht beggers wearie of their liues Who but for dreaming on this fond exploit For want of means poore rats had hangd themselues If we be conquered let men conquer vs And not these bastard Brittains whom our fathers Haue in their own land beaten bobd and thumpt And in record left them the heires of shame Shall these enjoy our lands lie with our wiues Rauish our daughters harke I heare their drum Fight gentlemen of England fight bold yeomen Draw archers draw your arrowes to the head Spur your proud horses hard and ride in bloud Amaze the welkin with your broken staues What saies lord Stanley wil he bring his power Mâ—s. My lord he doth deny to come King Off with his sonne Georges head Nor. My lord the enemie is past the marsh After the battaile let George Stanley die King A thousand harts are great within my bosome Aduance our standards set vpon our foes Our ancient word of courage faire saint George Inspire vs with the spleene of fierie Dragons Vpon them victorie sits on our helmes Exeunt Alarum excursions Enter Catesby Cates. Rescew my lord of Norffolke rescew rescew The king enacts more wonders then a man Daring an opposite to euerie danger His horse is slaine and all on foot he fights Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death Rescew faire lord or else the daie is lost Enter Richard King A horse a horse my kingdome for a horse Cates. Withdraw my lord I le helpe you to a horse King Slaue I haue set my life vpon a cast And I will stand the hazard of the die I thinke there be sixe Richmonds in the field Fiue haue I slaine to daie in stead of him A horse a horse my kingdome for a horse Alarum Enter Richard and Richmond they fight Richard is slain then retrait being sounded Enter Richmond Darby bearing the crowne with other Lords c. Ri. God and your armes be praisd victorious freends The daie is ours the bloudie dog is dead Dar. Couragious Richmond wel hast thou acquit thee Loe here this long vsurped roialtie From the dead temples of this bloudie wretch Haue I pluckt off to grace thy browes withall Weare it enjoy it and make much of it Rich. Great God of heauen saie Amen to all But tell me is yong George Stanley liuing Dar. He is my lord and safe in Leicester towne Whether if it please you we may now withdraw vs. Rich. What men of name are slaine on either side Iohn Duke of Norffolke Water Lord Ferris sir Robert Brookenbury sir William Brandon Rich. Inter their bodies as become their births Proclaime a pardon to the soldiers fled That in submission will returne to vs And then as we haue tane the sacrament We will vnite the white rose and the red Smile heauen vpon this faire coniunction That long haue frownd vpon their enmitie What traitor heares me and saies not Amen England hath long been madde and scard her selfe The brother blindlie shed the brothers bloud The father rashlie slaughterd his own sonne The sonne compelâ— ben butcher to the sire All this deuided Yorke and Lancaster Deuided in their dire deuision O now let Richmond and Elizabeth The true succeeders of each royall house By Gods faire ordinance conioine together And let their heires God if thy will be so Enrich the time to come with smooth-faste peace With smiling plentie and faire prosperous daies Abate the edge of traitors gracious Lord That would reduce these bloudy daies againe And make poore England weepe in streames of bloud Let them not liue to tast this lands increase That would with treason wound this faire lands peace Now ciuill wounds are stopt peace liues againe That she may long liue heare God Saie Amen FINIS