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
now the Duke of Buckingham and I Came from visiting his Maiesty Qu. With likelihood of his amendment Lords Buc. Madame good hope his Grace speakes cheerfâ—lâ—y Qu. God grant him health did you confer with him Buc. Madame we did He desires to make attonement Betwixt the Duke of Glocester and your brothers And betwixt them and my Lord chamberlaine And sent to warne them to his royall presence ' Qu. Would all were well but that will neuer be I feare our happines is at the highest Enter Glocester Glo. They doe me wrong and I will not endure it Who are they that complaines vnto the King That I forsooth am sterne and loue them not By holy Paul they loâ—e his grace but lightly That fill his eares with such discentious rumors Because I cannot flatter and speake faire Smile in mens faces smoothe dâ—ceiue and cog Ducke with french nods and apish courtesie I must be held a rankerous enimy Cannot a plaine man liue and thinke no harme But thus his simple truth must be abusde By silken slie insinuating iackes Ry. To whom in all this presence speakes your Grace Glo. To thee that hast nor honesty nor grace When haue I iniured thee when done thee wrong Or thee or thee or any of your faction A plague vpon you all His royall person Whom God preserue better â—hen you would wish Cannot be quiet scarce a breathing while But you must trouble him with lewd complaints Qu. Brother of Glocester you mistake the matter The King of his owne royall disposition And not prouokt by any suiter else Ayming belike at your interiour hatred Which in your outward actions shewes it selfe Against my kindred brother and my selfe Makes him to send that thereby he may gather The ground of your ill will and to remoue it Glo. I cannot tell the world is growen so bad That wrens make pray where Eagles dare not pearch Since euery Iacke became a Gentleman There 's many a gentle person made a lacke Qu. Come come we know your meaning brother Gl. You enuy my aduancement and my friends God graunt we neuer may haue neede of you Glo. Meane time God grants that we haue neede of you Our brother is imprisoned by your meanes My selfe disgract and the nobility Held in contempt whilst many faire promotions Are daily giuen to enoble those That scarce some two daies since were worth a noble Qu. By him that raisde me to this carefull height From that contented hap which I enioyd I neuer did incense his Maiesty Against the Duke of Clarence but haue beene An earnest aduocate to pleade for him My Lord you doe me shamefull iniury Falsely to draw me in these vile suspects Glo. You may deny that you were not the cause Of my Lord Hastings late imprisonment Ryu. She may my Lord. Glo. She may Lo Ryuers why who knowes not so She may doe more Sir then denying that She may helpe you to many faire preferments And then deny her ayding hand therein And lay those honours on your high deserts What may she not she may yea marry may she Ry. What mary may she Glo. What mary may she marry with a King A batchelor a handsome stripling too Iwis your Grandam had a worser match Qu. My Lo of Glocester I haue too long borne Your blunt vpbraidings and your bitter scoffes By heauen I will acquaint his Maiesty With those grose taunts I often haue endured I had rather be a countrey seruant maid Then a great Queene with this condition To be thus taunted scorned and baited at Enter Qâ— Margaret Small ioy haue I in being Englands Queene Qu. Mar. And lesned be that smal God I beseech thee Thy honour state and seate is due to me Glo. What threat you me with telling of the King Tell him and spare not looke what I haue said â— I will auouch in presence of the King â— T is time to speake my paines are quite forgot Qu. Mar. Out diuell I remember them too well Thou slewest my husband Henry in the tower And Edward my poore sonne at Teuxbery Glo. Ere you were Queene yea or your husband King I was a packhorse in his great affaires A weeder out of his proud aduersaries A liberall rewarder of his friends To royalize his bloud I spilt mine owne Qu. Mar. Yea and much better bloud then his or thine Glo. In all which time you and your husband Gray Were factious for the house of Lancaster And Ryuers so were you was not your husband In Margarets battaile at Saint Albones slaâ—ne Let me put in your mindes if yours forget What you haue beene ere now and what you are Withall what I haue been and what I am Qu. Ma. A murtherous villaine and so still thou art Glo. Poore Clarence did forsake his father Waâ—wicke Yea and forswore himselfe which Iesu pardon Qu Ma. Which God reuenge Glo. To fight on Edwards party for the crowne And for his meede poore Lo he is mewed vppe I would to God my heart were â—lint like Edwards Or Edwards soft and pittifull like mine I am too childish foolish for this world Qu. Ma. Hie thee to hell for shame and leaue the worlâ— Thou Cacodemon there thy kingdome is Ry. My Lo of Glocester in those busie daies Which here you vrge to proue vs enemies We followed then our Lo our lawfull King So should we you if you should be our King Glo. If I should be I had rather be a pedler Farre be it from my heart the thought of it Qu. As little ioy my Lord as you suppose You should enioy were you this countries King As little ioy may you suppose in me That I enioy being the Queene thereof Qu. M. A little ioy enioies the Queene thereof For I am she and altogether ioylesse I can no longer hold me patient Heaâ—e me you wrangling Pyrats that fall out In sharing that which you haue pild from me Which of you trembles not that lookes on me If not that I being Queene you bow like subiects Yet that by you deposde you quake like rebels O gentle villaine doe not turne away Glo. Foule wrinckled witch what makst thou in my sight Q. Ma. But repetition of what thou hast mard That will'I make before I let thee go A husband and a son thou owest to me And thou a kingdome all of you allegeance The sorrow that I haue by right is yours And all the pleasures you vsurpe are mine Glo. The curse my noble father laid on thee When thou didst crowne his warlike browes with paper And with thy scorne drewst riuers from his eies And then to drie them gauâ—st the Duke a clout Steept in the faultlesse bloud of pretty Rutland His curses then from bitternes of soule Denounst against thee are all fallen vpon thee And God not we hath plagde thy bloudy deede â— Qu. So iust is God to right the innocent Hast. O t was the foulest deede to slaie that babe And the most mercilesse that euer was heard of Riu. Tyrants
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
exemptâ— in this Nor your son Dorset Bucking ham nor you You haue beene factious one against the other Wife loue Lo Hastings let him kisse your hand And what you doe doe it vnfainedly Q. Here Hastings I will neuer more remember Our former hatred so thriue I and mine Dor. This enterchange of loue I here protest Vpon my part shal be vnuiolable Hast. And so sweare I my Lord. Kin. Now princely Buckingham seale thou this league With thy embracement to my wiues allies And make me happy in your vnity Buc. When euer Buckingham doth turne his hate On you or yours but with all duteous loue Doth cherish you and yours God punish me With hate in those where I expect most loue When I haue most neede to imploy a friend And most assured that he is a friend Deepe hollow trecherous and full of guile Be he vnto me this doe I begge of God When I am cold in zeale to you or yours Kin. A pleasing cordiall Princely Buckingham Is this thy vow vnto my sickly heart There wanteth now our brother Glocester here To make the perfect period of this peace Enter Glocest. Buc. And in good time here comes the noble Duke Glo. Good morrow to my soueraigne King Queene And Princely peeres a happy time of day Kin. Happy indeede as we haue spent the day Brother we haue done deedes of charity Made peace of enmity faire loue of hate Betweene these swelling wrong insenced peeres Glo. A blessed labour my most soueraigne liege Amongst this princely heape if any here By false Intelligence or wrong surmise Hold me a foe if I vnwittingly or in my rage Haue ought committed that is hardly borne By any in this presence I desire To reconcile me to his friendly peace T is death to me to be at enmity I hate it and desire all good mens loue First Madam I intreate true peace of you Which I will purchase with my dutious seruice Of you my noble Coosen Buckingham If euer any grudge were logde betweene vs. Of you Lo Riuers and Lord Gray of you That all without desert haue frownd on me Dukes Earles Lords gentlemen indeed of all I doe not know that English man aliue With whom my soule is any iotte at oddes More then the infant that is borne to night I thanke my God for my humility Qu. A holy day shall this be kept hereafter I would to God all â—â—â—ifes were well compounded My soueraigne liege I doe beseech your Maiesty To take our brother Clarence to your Grace Glo. Why Madame haue I offred loue for this To be thus scorned in this royall presence Who knowes not that the noble Duke is dead You doe him inâ—ury to scorne his corse Ryu. Who knowes not he is dead who knowes he isâ— Qu. All seeing heauen what a world is this Buck. Looke I so pale Lo Dorset as the rest Dor. I my good L and no one in this presence But his red couler hath forsooke his cheekes Kin. Is Clarence dead the order was reuerst Glo. But he poore soule by your first order died And that a wingled Mercury did beaâ—e Some tardy cripple bore the countermaund That came too lâ—g to see him buried God grant that some lesse noble and lesse loyall Neerer in bloudy thoughts but not in blond Deserue not worse then wretched Clarence dâ—d And yet go currant from suspition Enter Darby Dar. A boone my soueraigne for my seruice done Kin. I pray thee peace my soule is full of sorrow Dar. I will not rise vnlesse your highnesse grant Kin. Then speake at once what is it thou demaundst Dar. The forfeit soueraigne of my seruantâ— life Who slew to day a riotous gentleman Lately attendant on the Duke of Norfolke Kin. Haue I a tongue to doome my brothers death And shall the same giue pardon to a slaue My brother slew no man his fault was thought And yet his punishment was cruell death Who sued to me for him who in my rage Kneeld at my feete and bad me be aduisde Who spake of Brotherhood who of loue Who told me how the poore soule did forsake The mighty Warwicke and did fight for me Who tolde me in the field by Teuxbery When Oxford had me downe he rescued me And said deare brother liue and be a King Who told me when we both lay in the field Frozen almost to death how he did lappe me Euen in his owne garments and gaue himselfe All thin and naked to the numbcold night All this from my remembrance brutish wrath Sinfully puckt and not a man of you Had so much grace to put it in my minde But when your carters or your waighting vassailes Haue done a drunken slaughter and defaste The pretious image of our deare Redeemer You straight are on your knees for pardon pardon And I vniustly too must grant it you But for my brother not a man would speake Nor I vngratious speake vnto my selfe For him poore soule The proudest of you all Haue beene beholding to him in his life Yet none of you would once pleade for his life Oh God I feare thy Iustice will take hold On me and you and mine and yours for this Exit Come Hastings help me to my closet oh poore Clarence Glo. This is the fruit of rashnes markt you not How that the guilty kindred of the Queene Lookt pale when they did heare of Clarence death Oh they did vrge it still vnto the King God will reuenge it But come le ts in To comfort Edward with our company Exeunt Enter Dutches of Yorke with Clarence Children Boy Tell me good Granam is our father dead Dut. No boy Boy Why doe you wring your hands and beate your breast And câ—ie Oh Clarence my vnhappy sonne Gerl. Why doe you looke on vs and shake your head And call vs wretches Orphanes castawaies If that our noble father be aliue Dut. My prety Cosens you mistake me much I doe lament the sicknesse of the King As loth to loose him not your fathers death It were lost labour to weepe for one that 's lost Boy Then Granam you conclude that he is dead The King my Vnckle is too blame for this God will reuenge it whom I will importune With daily praiers all to that effect Dut. Peace children peace the King doth loue you wel Incapable and shallow innocents You cannot guesse who causde your fathers death Boy Granam we can For my good Vnckle Glocester Tould me the King prouoked by the Queene Deuisd impeachments to imprison him And when he tould me so he wept And hugd me in his arme and kindly kist my cheeke And bad me rely on him as in my father And he would louâ— me dearely as his child Dut. Oh that deceit should steale such gentle shapes And with a vertuous visaid hide foule guile He is my sonne yea and therein my shame Yet from my dogs he drew not this deceit Boy Thinke you my Vnckle did dissemble Granam Dut. I boy Boy I cannot thinke it
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