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
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
say without characters fame liues long Thus like the formall vice iniquity I morallize two meanings in one word Pri. That Iulius Cesar was a famous man With what his valour did enrich his wit His wit set downe to make his valure liue Death makes no conquest of this conquerour For now he lâ—ues in fame though not in life I le tell you what my Cosen Buckingham Buc. What my gratious Lord Priâ— And if I liâ—e vntill I be a man I le winne our aunciâ—nt right in France againe Or die a souldier as I liude a King Glo. Short summers lightly haue a forward spring Enter young Yorkâ— Hastings Cardinall Buc. Now in good time here comes the Duke of Yorke Pri. Rich. of Yorke how fares our louing brother Yor. Well my dread Lo so must I call you now Pri. I brother to our griefe as it is yours Too late he died that might haue kept that title Which by his death hath lost much maiesty Glo. How fares our Cosen noble Lo of Yorke Yor. I thanke you gentle Vnckle O my Lo You said that idle weedes are fast in growth The Prince my brother hath outgrowen me farre Glo. He hath my Lo Yor. And therfore is he idle Glo. Oh my faire Cosen I must not say so Yor. Then he is more beholding to you then I. Glo. He may command me as my soueraigne But you haue power in me as in a kinseman Yor. I pray you Vnckle giâ—e me this dagger Glo. My dagger little Cosen withall my heart Pri. A begger brother Yor. Of my kind Vnckle that I know will giue And being but a toy which is no griefe to giue Glo. A greater giâ—t then that I le giue my Cosen Yor. A greater gift O that 's the sword to it Glo. I gentle Cosen were it light enough Yor. O then I see you will part but with light gifts In weightier things you le say a begger nay Glo. It is too heauy for your Grace to weare Yor. I weigh it lightly were it heauier Glo. What would you haue my weapon little Lord Yor. I would that I might thanke you as you call me Glo. How Yor. Little Pri. My Lo of Yorke will still be crosse in talke 〈◊〉 your grace knowes how to beare with him Yor. You meane to beare me not to beare with 〈◊〉 Vnckle my brother mockes both you and me Because that I am little like an Ape He thinkes that you should beare me on your shoulders Buck. With what a sharpe prouided wit he reasons To mittigate the scorne he giues his Vnckle He pretely and aptly taunts himselfe So cunning and so young is wonderfull Glo. My Lo wilt please you passe along My selfe and my good Coosen Buckingham Will to your mother to entreate of her To meete you at the tower and welcome you Yor. What will you go vnto the tower my Lo Prin. My Lo protector needes will haue it so Yor. I shall not sleepe in quiet at the tower Glo. Why what should you feare Yor. Mary my Vnckle Clarence angry ghost My Granam tolde me he was murdred there Pri. I feare no Vnckles dead Glo. Nor none that hue I hope Pri And if they liue I hope I neede not feare But come my Lo with a heauy heart Thinking on them go I vnto the tower Exeâ—nt Prin. Yor. Hast. Dorsâ—manet Rich. Buck. Buc. Thinke you my Lo this little prating Yorke Was not incensed by his subâ—â—le mother To taunt and scorne you thus opprobriously Glo. No doubt no doubt Oh t is a perillous boy Bold quicke ingeni ous forward capable He is all the mothers from the top to toe Buc. Well let them rest Come hither Catesby Thou art sworne as deepely to effect what we â—â—tend As closely to conceale what we impaâ—t Thou knowest our reasons vrgde vpon the way What thinkest thou is it not an easie matter To make William Lo Hastings of our minde For the instalement of this noble Duke In the seate royall of this famous Ile Cates. He for his fathers sake so lâ—ues the Prince That he will not be wonne to ought against him Buck. What thinkest thou then of Stanley what will he Cat. He will doe all in all as Hastings doth Buck. Well then no more but this Go gentle Catesby and as it were a farre off Sound thou Lo Hastings how he stands affected Vnto our purpose if he be willing Encourage him and shew him all our reasons If he be leaden â—câ—e cold Vnwilling Be thou so too and so breake off your talke And giue vs notice of his inclination For we to morrow hold deuided counsels Wherein thy selfe shalt highly be emploied Glo. Commend me to Lo William tell him Catesby His auncient knot of dangerous aduersaries To morrow are let bloud at Pomfret Castle And bid my friend for ioy of this good newes Giue Mistresse Shore one gentle kisse the more Buck Good Caâ—esby effect this busines soundly Cat. My good Lo both with all the heede I may Glo. Shall we heare from you Catesby ere we sleepe Cat. You shall my Lord. Glo. At Crosby place there shall you finde vs both Buc. Now my Lo what shall we doe if we perceiue William Lo Hastings will not yeeld to our complots Glo. Chop of his head man somewhat we will doe And looke when I am King claime thoâ— of me The Earledome of Hereford and the moueables Whereof the King my brother stood possest Buc. I le claime that promise at your Graces hands Glo. And looke to haue it yeelded with all willingnes Come let vs suppe betimes that afterwards We may digest our complots in some forme Exeunt Enter a Messenger to Lo Hastings Mes. What 〈◊〉 my Lord. Hast. Who knockes at the dore Mess. A messenger from the Lo Stanley Enter L. Hast. Hast. What 's a clocke Mess. Vpon the stroke of foure Hast. Cannot thy Master sleepe these tedious 〈◊〉 Mess. So it should seeme by that I haâ—e to say First he commends him to your noble Lordship Hast. And then Mes. And then he sends you word He dreamt to â—ight the beare had raste his helme Besides he saies there are two councels held And that may be determined at the one Which may make you and him to â—â—we aâ—â—the other Therefore he sends to know your Lordships pleasure Iâ— presently you will take horse with him And with all speede post into the North To shun the danger that his soule diuines Hast. Go fellow go returne vnto thy Lord Bid him not feare the seperated counsels His honour and my selfe are at the one And at the other is my seruant Catesby Where nothing can proceede that toucheth vs Whereof I shall not haue intelligence Tell him his feares are shallow wanâ—ing instance And for his dreames I 〈…〉 is so â—ond To trust the mockery of vnquieâ— sâ—umbers To flie the boare before the boare pursues vs Were to incense the boare to follow vs And make pursuite where he did me anâ— no chase Go bid thy Master 〈◊〉