You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain;
If you do fight against your country's foes,
Your country's fat shall pay your pains the hire;
If you do fight in safeguard of your wives,
Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors;
If you do free your children from the sword,
Your children's children quit it in your age.
Then, in the name of God, and all these rights,
Advance your standards, draw your willing swords:
For me, the ransom of my bold attempt

Shall be this cold corpse on the earth's cold face;
But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt

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The least of you shall share his part thereof.
Sound, drums and trumpets, boldly and cheerfully,
God, and saint George! Richmond, and victory!
[Exeunt.

Re-enter King RICHARD, RATCLIFF, &c.

K. Rich. What said Northumberland, as touching

Richmond?

Rat. That he was never trained up in arms.

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K. Rich. He said the truth: And what said Surrey

then?

Rat. He smil'd and said, the better for our purpose. K. Rich. He was i'the right; and so, indeed, it is. Tell the clock there.-Give me a kalendar.

Who saw the sun to-day?

Rat. Not I, my lord.

[Clock strikes.

K. Rich.

K. Rich. Then he disdains to shine; for, by the

book,

He should have brav'd the east an hour ago:
A black day it will be to somebody.-

Ratcliff

Rat. My lord?

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K. Rich. The sun will not be seen to-day; The sky doth frown and lour upon our army. I would, these dewy tears were from the ground. Not shine to-day! Why, what is that to me, More than to Richmond? for the self-same heaven That frowns on me, looks sadly upon him,

Enter NORFOLK.

Nor. Arm, arm, my lord; the foe vaunts in the field.

K. Rich. Come, bustle, bustle; - Caparison my

Call

horse ;

up lord Stanley, bid him bring his power :I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain,

And thus my battle shall be ordered.
My foreward shall be drawn out all in length,
Consisting equally of horse and foot;

Our archers shall be placed in the midst:
John duke of Norfolk, Thomas earl of Surrey,
Shall have the leading of this foot and horse.
They thus directed, we will follow

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In the main battle; whose puissance on either side Shall be well winged with our chiefest horse.

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This, and saint George to boot! - What think'st thou, Norfolk ?

Nor. A good direction, warlike sovereign.

This found I on my tent this morning.

[Giving a Scroll.

K. Rich. Jocky of Norfolk, be not too bold, [Reads. For Dickon thy master is bought and sold.

A thing devised by the enemy.—

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Go, gentlemen, every man unto his charge:
Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls;
For conscience is but a word that cowards use,
Devis'd at first to keep the strong in awe;
Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law.
March on, join bravely, let us to't pell-mell;
If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell.-
What shall I say more than I have inferr'd?
Remember whom you are to cope withal ;—
A sort of vagabonds, rascals, and run-aways,
A scum of Brittains, and base lackey peasants,
Whom their o'er-cloyed country vomits forth
To desperate ventures and assur'd destruction.
You sleeping safe, they bring you to unrest;
You having lands, and blest with beauteous wives,
They would distrain the one, distain the other. 381
And who doth lead them, but a paltry fellow,
Long kept in Brittaine at our brother's cost?
A milk-sop, one that never in his life
Felt so much cold as over shoes in snow?
Let's whip these stragglers o'er the seas again;
Lash hence these over-weening rags of France,

These

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These famish'd beggars, weary of their lives;
Who, but for dreaming on this fond exploit,
For want of means, poor rats, had hang'd themselves:
If we be conquer'd, let men conquer us,
And not these bastard Brittains; whom our fathers
Have in their own land beaten, bobb'd, and thump'd,
And, on record, left them the heirs of shame.
Shall these enjoy our lands? lie with our wives?
Ravish our daughters-Hark, I hear their drum.
[Drum afar off.

Fight, gentlemen of England! fight, bold yeomen !
Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head!
Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood;
Amaze the welkin with your broken staves!-

Enter a Messenger.

What says lord Stanley

will he bring his power?

Mes. My lord, he doth deny to come.

K. Rich. Off with his son George's head.

Nor. My lord, the enemy hath past the marsh;

After the battle let George Stanley die,

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K. Rich. A thousand hearts are great within my

bosom:

Advance our standards, set upon our foes;

Qur ancient word of courage, fair Saint George,
Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons!
Upon them! Victory sits on our helms,

[Exeunt

SCENE IV.

Another Part of the Field. Alarum. Excursions. Enter CATESBY.

Cates. Rescue, my lord of Norfolk! rescue! res

cue!

The king enacts more wonders than a man,
Daring an opposite to every danger;

His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights,
Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death:
Rescue, fair lord! or else the day is lost!

Alarum. Enter King RICHARD.

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K. Rich. A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!

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Cates. Withdraw, my lord, I'll help you to a horse! K. Rich. Slave, I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the dye : I think, there be six Richmonds in the field; Five have I slain to-day, instead of him :A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!

[Exeunt.

Alarums. Enter King RICHARD and RICHMOND ; they fight, RICHARD is slain.

Retreat,