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And by the second hour in the morning
And help to arm me, Ratcliff.—Leave me, I say. Desire the earl to see me in my tent :
[Erit Ratcliit. Yet one thing more, good captain, do for me; Richmond's Tent opens, and discoters him, and Where is lord Stanley quarter'd, do you know? Blunt. Unless I have mista'en his colours much, 5
his Officers, &c. (Which, well I am assur'd, I have not done)
Enter Stanley. His regiment lies half a mile at least
Stanl. Fortune and victory sit on thy helm! South from the mighty power of the king.
Nichm. All confort that the dark night can afRichm. If without peril it be possible, [him,
Be to thy person, noble father-in-law ! [ford,
(ther, Sweet Blunt, make some good means to speak withlio Tell me, how fares our loving mother? And give him from me this most needful note.
1 Stanl. I, by attorney *, bless thee from thy moBlunt. Upon my life, my lord, I'll undertake it;
Who prays continually for Richmond's good :And so, God give you quiet rest to-night!
so much for that.-The silent hours steal on, Richm. Good night, good captain Blunt. Come,
And tlaky darkness breaks within the east. . gentlemen,
In brief, for so the season bids us be, Let us consult upon to-morrow's business;
Prepare thy battle early in the morning! In to my tent, the air is raw and cold.
And put thy fortune to the arbitrement [They withdraw into the tent.)
Of bloody strokes, and mortal staring wars. Enter, to histent, King Richard, Rutcliff, Norfolk,
11, as I may, (that which I would, I cannot) and Catesby.
lo/With best advantage will deceive the tiine, K. Rich. What is't o'clock?
Hind aid thee in this doubtful shock of arnis: Cates. It's supper-time, my lord;
But on thy side I may not be too forward, It's nine o'clock.
Lest, being seen, thy tender brother George K. Rich. I will not sup to-night.
Be executed in his father's sight. Give me some ink and paper.
lo Farewell: the leisure", and the fearful time What, is my beaver easier than it was?
Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love, And all my armour laid into my tent? [diness.
And ample enterchange of sweet discourse, Cates. It is, my liege; and all things are in rea
| Which so-long-sundred friends should dwell upon; K. Rich. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge :'D
God give us leisure for these rites of love! : Use careful watch, chuse trusty centinels.
30 Once more, adieu :--Be valiant, and speed well! Nor. I go, my lord.
M7 Richm. Good lords, conduct him to his regiment: K. Rich. Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle
I'll strive, with troubled thoughts, to take a nap; Nor. I warrant you, my lord,
1. Lest leaden slumber peize’ me down to-morrow, K. Rich. Ratcliff,
When I should mount with wings of victory: Rat. My lord !
135 Once more, good night, kind lords and gentlemen. K. Rich. Send out a pursuivant at arms
(Ereunt lords, gic. To Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his power
10 Thou! whose captain I account myself, Before sun-rising, lest his son George fall
Look on my forces with a gracious eye; Into the blind cave of eternal night.
(Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath, Fill me a bowl of wine :-Give me a watch':- 4011 hat they may crush down with a heavy fall
The usurping helmets of our adversaries ! Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow.
| Make us thy ininisters of chastisement,
1 Look that my staves ' be sound, and not tool
That we may praise thee in thy victory! Ratcliff,
To thee I do commend my watchful soul, Rat. My lord !
[thumberland:145 Ere et fall the windows
Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes: K. Rich. Saw'st thou the melancholy lord Nor Sleeping, and waking, O, defend me still! [Sleeps.
Rat. Thomas the earl of Surrey and himself, Enter the Ghost of Prince Edward, Son to Henry Much about cock-shut time , froin troop to troop,
the Sixth. Went through the army, cheering up the soldiers. | Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow! K. Rich. I ain satistyd. Give nie a bowl of 50
[To K. Rich. I have not that alacrity of spirit,
(wine: Think how thou stabb’dst me in the prime of youth Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have. At Tewksbury; despair therefore, and die!So, set it down.-Is ink and paper ready? Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wronged souls Rat. It is, my lord.
[To Richm. K. Rich. Bid my guard watch, and leave me. 55 Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf: About the mid of night, come to my tent, 1 King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thee.
"That particular kind of candle is here meant, anciently called a watch, because, being marked out into sections, each of which was a certain proportion of time in burning, it supplied the place of the more modern instrument by which we measure the hours. Staves are the wood of the lances. As it was usual to carry more lances than one into the field, the lightness of them was an object of consequence. ' i. e. twilight.-Cockshut is said to be a net to catch woodcocks; and as the time of taking them in this manner is in the twilight, either after sun-set or before its rising, cockshut light may very properly express the evening or the morning twilight. * i. e, by deputation, or by virtue of letter of attorney. 5 By staring war is probably meant war that looks big. • Leisure in this passage stands for want of leisure. ? 1. e. weigh me down; from peser, French.
Enter the Ghost of Henry the Sixth. I Thy adversary's wife doth pray for theç. Ghost. When I was mortal, iy anointed body
Enter the Ghost of Buckingham,
[To K. Rich, Ghost. The first was I, that help'd thee to the By thee was punched full of deadly holes:
[To K. Rich. Think on the Tower and me; despair and die; 5 The last was I, that felt thy tyranny: Henry the sixth bids thec despair and die ! 10, in the battle think on Buckingham,
Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror! [To Richm. And die in terror of thy guiltiness!
101 I dy'd for hope', ere I could lend thee aid: Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow!
[To Richm. [To K. Rich. But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay'd: I, that was wash'd to death with fulsome wine, God and good angels fight on Richmond's side; Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death! | And Richard falls in height of all his pride. To-morrow in the baitle think on ine,
[The Ghosts vanish, And fall thy edgeless sword; despair, and die !
[K. Richard starts out of his dream, Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster, K. Rich. Give me another horse, bind up
my wounds, The wronged heirs of York do pray for thec; I Have mercy, Jesu!-Soft; I did but dream. Good angels guard thy battle! Live, and flourish! 200 coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! Enter the Ghosts of Rivers, Grey, and Vaughan. The lights burn blue.--Is it not dead inidnight? Rit. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow! Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh.
[To K. Rich. What do I fear myself? there's none else by: Rivers, that dy'd at Pomfret ; despair, and die! | Richard loves Richard : that is, I am I. Grey. Think upon Grey, and let thy soul despair :|25 Is there a murd'rer here? No ;-—Yes; I am: 1
[To K. Rich. Then fly,--What,from myself? Great reason:Why? Vaugh. Think upon Vaughan ; and, with guilty Lest I revenge. What? Myself on myself? fear,
I love myself. Wherefore?" for any good, Let fall thy lance! despair, and die !
That I myself have done unto myself?
[To K. Rich.|30|0, no; alas! I rather hate myself, All. Awake! and think, our wrongs in Richard's! For hateful deeds committed by myself, bosom
I am a villain: Yet I lye, I am not Will conquer him ;-awake, and win the day! Fool, of thyself speak well :-Fool, do not flatter.".
(To Richm. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues Enter the Ghost of Lord Hastings. 35 And every tongue brings in a several tale, Ghost. Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake; And every tale condemns me for a villain.
[To K. Rich. Perjury, perjury, in the highest degree, And in a bloody battle end thy days?
Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree; Think on lord Hastings; and despair, and die! All several sins, all us'd in each degree,
Quiet untroubled soul, awake, awake! [ToRichm. 40 Throng to the bar, crying all,-Guilty! guilty !
Enter the Ghosts of the two Young Princes. And, if I die, no soul shall pity me:-
. Find in myself no pity to myself. Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard, 145 Methought, the souls of all that I had murder'd .
[To K. Rich. Canie to my tent; and every one did threat And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death! Tomorrow's vengeance on the head of Richard. Thy nephews' souls bid thee despair, and dic.
To Richm.1501 K. Rich. Who's there?
Hath twice done salutation to the inorn;
K. Rich. O, Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fearful Ghost. Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne 55 dream! thy wife,
[To K, Rich. What thinkest thou? will our friends prove all That never slept a quiet hour with thee,
Rat. No doubt, my lord.
(true? Now fills thy sleep with perturbations:
K. Rich, Ratcliff, I fear, I fear, (dows. Tomorrow in the battle think on me,
Rat. Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of shaAnd fall thy edgeless sword; despair, and die !-60 K. Rich. By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Thou, quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep; I Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard,
[To Richm. Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers, Dream of success and happy victory;
Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond. i.e. I died for wishing well to you.
It is not yet near day. Come, go with me
K. Rich. He said the truth: And what said Under our tents; I'll play the eaves-dropper,
[pose. To hear, if any mean to shrink from me.
Rat. He smild and said, the better for our pur. '[Excunt K. Richard, and Ratcliff:1 | K. Rich. He was i' the right; and so, indeed, it is. Richmond wakes. Enter Oxford, and others. 15 Tell the clock there.--Give me a kalendar. Lords. Good morrow, Richmond, [men,
[Clock strikes. Richm. 'Cry mercy, lords, and watchful gentle- Who saw the sun to-day?'. That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard here. | Rat. Not I, my lord.
[book, Lords, How have you slept, my lord ?
K. Rich. Then he disdains to shine ; for, by the Richm. The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding 10 He should have brav'd the east an hour ago: dreams,
A black day it will be to somebodyThat ever enter'd in a drowsy head,
Ratcliff, Have I since your departure had, my lords, [der'd,l | Rat. My lord! Methought, their souls, whose bodies Richard mur- K. Rich, The sun will not be seen to-day; Came to my tent, and cry'd-On! victory! 115/The sky doth frown and lour upon our ariny. I promise you, my heart is very jocund
I would, these dewy tears were from the ground. In the remembrance of so fair a dreain,
Not shine to-day! Why, what is that to me, How far into the morning is it, lords?
More than to Richmond for the self-same heaven, Lords. Upon the stroke of four.
That frowns on me, looks sadly upon him. · Richni, Why, then 'tis time to arm, and give|20|
Enter Norfolk. direction.- (He advances to the troops. Nor. Arm, arm, my lord; the foe vaunts in the More than I have said, loving countsyinen,
[horse : The leisure and enforcement of the time
| K. Rich. Come, bustle, bustle ;-Caparison my Forbids to dwell upon; Yet remember this, Call up lord Stanley, bid bim bring his power: God and our good cause fight upon our side; 25 I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain, The prayers of holy saints, and wronged souls, And thus my battle shall be ordered. Like high-rear'd bulwarks, stand before our faces; My foreward shall be drawn out all in length, Richard except, those, whom we fight against, Consisting equally of horse and foot; Had rather have us win, than hiin they follow. | Our archers shall be placed in the midst : For what is he they follow? truly, gentlemen, 130 John duke of Norfolk, Thomas earl of Surrey, A bloody tyrant, and a homicide;
Shall have the leading of this foot and horse.. One rais'd in blood, and one in blood establish’d; They thus directed, we will follow One that made nieans' to come by what he hath, In the main battle; whose puissance on either side And slaughter'd those that were the means to help Shall be well winged with our chiefest horse. A base foul stone, inade precious by the foil Chiin : 35 This, and Saint George to boot 3!-what think'st Of England's chair, where he is falsely set;
thou, Norfolk? One that hath ever been God's enemy:
Nor. A good direction, warlike sovereign.Then, if you fight against God's enemy,
(This found I on my tent this piorning. God will, in justice, ward you as his soldiers :
[Giving a scrowel. If you do sweat to put a tyrant down,
40 K.Rich. Jocky of Norfolk, be nottoo bold, [Reads. You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain:
For Dickon* hymaster is bought and sold. If you do fight against your country's focs,
A thing devised by the enemy.-. Your country's fat shall pay your pains the hire; Go, gentlemen, every man unto his charge: If you do fight in safeguard of your wives,
Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls; Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors; 45 For conscience is but a word that cowards use, If you do free your children from the sword, Devis'd at first to keep the strong in awe; Your children's children quit it in your age. Ourstrong arms be our conscience,swords our law. Then, in the name of God, and all these rights, March on, join bravely, let us to 't pell-mell; Advance yourstandards, draw your willingswords: If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell. For me, the ransom of my hold attempt 50 What shall I say more than I have inferr'd ? Shall be this cold corpse on the earth's cold face; Remember whom you are to cope withal; But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt
JA sort” of vagabonds, rascals, and rup-aways, The least of you shall share his part thereof, |A scuin of Brittains, and base lacķey peasants, Sound, drums and trumpets, boldly and cheerfully; Whom their o'er-cloyed country vomits forth God, and Saint George ! Richmond, and victory !|55|To desperate ventures and assur'd destruction.
[Exeunt. You sleeping safe, they bring you to unrest; Re-enter. King Richard, Ratcliff, &c. You having lands, and blest with beauteous wives,' K. Rich. What said Northumberland, as touch- They would distrain the one, distain the other, • ing Richmond ?
And who doth lead them, but a paltry fellow, · Rat. That he was never trained up in arms. 160 Long kept in Brittaine at our brother's cost?'.
To make means, in our author's time, always signified to come at any thing by indirect practices. ? Saint George was the common cry of the English soldiers when they charged the enemy. To boot here would seem to mean to help. " The ancient abbreviation of Richard, i, e, a company; • Bretagne.
A milk-sop, one that never in his life
A horse ! a horse! my kingdom for a horse ! Felt so much cold as over shoes in snow?
[Exeunt. Let's whip these stragglers o'er the seas again; | Alarums. Enter King Richard and Richmond; Lash hence these over-weening rags of France,
they fight, Richard is slain. These famish'd beggars, weary of their lives; 5 Retreat, and flourish. Enter Richmond, Stanley, Who, but for dreaming on this fond exploit,
beuring the crown, with dirers other Lords. Forwantofimeans,poor rats, had hang’dthemselves:
Richm. God, and your arms, be prais'd, vicIf we be conquer'd, let men conquer us,
torious friends; And not these bastard Brittains; whom our fathers frhe day is ours, the bloody dog is dead ! Haveintheirowplandbeaten, bobb’d, and thump'd, 10 Stani. Courageous Richmond, well hast thoa And, on record, lett them the heirs of shame.
acquit thee! Shall these enjoy our lands: lie with our wives? Lo, here, these long-usurped royalties Ravish our daughters:-Hark, I hear their drum. From the dead temples of this bloody wretch
[Drum qfar of: Have I pluckt off, to grace thy brows withal ; Fight, gentlemen of England! fight,bold yeomen! 15 Wear it, enjoy it, and make use of it! Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head! Richm. Great God of heaten, say,Amen, to all! Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood; But tell me, is young George Stanley living? Ainaze the welkin with your broken staves!!~ Stanl. He is, my lord, and safe in Leicester town: Enter a Messenger.
Whither, if it please you, we may now withdraw us. What says lord Stanley? will he bring his power: 20 Richm. What men of name are slain on either side? Mes. My lord, he doth deny to come.
Stanl. John duke of Norfolk, Walter lord Ferrers, K. Rich. Off with his son George's head. Sir Robert Brakenbury, and Sir William Brandon. Nor. My lord, the enemy hath past the marsh; | Richm. Inter their bodies as becomes their births. After the battle let George Stanley die.
[Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fled, K. Rich. A thousand hearts are great within 25 That in submission will return to us; my bosom:
And then, as we have ta'en the sacrament, Advance our standards, set upon our foes; We will unite the white rose and the red: Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George, Smile heaven upon this fair conjunction, Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons! That long hath frown'd upon their enmity! Upon them! Victory sits on our helms. [Exeunt. 30 What traitor hears me, and says not Ainen?
England hath long been mad, and scarr'd herself; SCENE IV.
The brother blindly shed the brother's blood, Another part of the field.
The father rashly slaughter'd his own son,
The son, compell’d, been butcher to the sire; Alarum. Excursions. Enter Catesby.
(35 All this divided York and Lancaster, Cates. Rescue, my lord of Norfolk! rescue! Divided, in their dire division. rescue!
10, now let Richmond and Elizabeth, The king enacts more wonders than a man, The true succeeders of each royal house, Daring an opposite to every danger;
By God's fair ordinance conjoin together! His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights, 40 And let their heirs (God, if thy will be so) Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death: Enrich the time to coine with smooth-fac'd peace, Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost !
With smiling plenty, and fair prosperous days! Alarum. Enter King Richard.
Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord, K. Rich. A horse! a horse! my kingdom for That would reduce these bloody days again, a horse!
Chorse. 45 And make poor England weep in streams of blood! Cates. Withdraw, my lord, I'll help you to al Let them not live to taste this land's increase,
K. Rich. Slave, I have set my life upon a cast, Thatwouldwithtreasonwound this fair land'speace! And I will stand the hazard of the dye:
Now civil wounds are stopp’d, peace lives again; I think, there be six Richmonds in the field; That she inay long live here, God say-Amen! Five have I slain to-day, instead of him :- 50