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K. Rich. Up with my tent! Here will I lie
to-night; But where to-morrow? Well, all's one for
that. Who hath descried the number of the traitors ? Nor. Six or seven thousand is their utmost
power. K. Rich. Why, our battalia treble that ac
SIR WILLIAM BRANDON, OXFORD, DORSET
dard. Give me some ink and paper in my tent; I'll draw the form and model of our battle, Limit each leader to his several charge, And part in just proportion our small power. My Lord of Oxford, you, Sir William Brandon, And you, Sir Walter Herbert, stay with me. The Earl of Pembroke keeps his regiment; Good Captain Blunt, bear my good-night to
Richm. If without peril it be possible,
with him, And give him from me this most needful note. Blunt. Upon my life, my lord, I'll undertake
it; And so, God give you quiet rest to-night! Richm. Good-night, good Captain Blunt.
Come, gentlemen, [Erit Blunt.] Let us consult upon to-morrow's business. Into my tent; the dew is raw and cold.
(They withdraw into the tent. Enter [to his tent) KING RICHARD, NORFOLK,
RATCLIFF, CATESBY (and others).
It's supper-time, my lord; It's nine o'clock.
K. Rich. I will not sup to-night.
Cate. It is, my liege ; and all things are in
readiness. K. Rich. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy
Nor. I go, my lord.
K. Rich. Send out a pursuivant at arms To Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his power Before sunrising, lest his son George fall Into the blind cave of eternal night.
(Erit Catesby. Fill me a bowl of wine. Give me a watch. Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow. Look that my sta ves be sound, and not too
heavy. Rateliff !
Rat. My lord ?
umberland ? Rat. Thomas the Earl of Surrey, and him
self, Much about cock-shut time, from troop to troop Went through the army, cheering up the sol
diers. K. Rich. So, I am satisfied. Give me a bowl
of wine. I have not that alacrity of spirit, Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have. Set it down. Is ink and paper ready?
Rat. It is, my lord.
K. Rich. Bid my guard watch ; leave me. Ratcliff, about the mid of night come to my
tent And help to arm me. Leave me, I say.
(Exeunt Ratcliff (and the other Al
tendants. Richard sleeps). Enter DERBY to RICHMOND in his tent. (Lords
and others attending.] Der. Fortune and victory sit on thy helm! Richm. All comfort that the dark night can
afford Be to thy person, noble father-in-law! Tell me, how fares our loving mother? Der. I, by attorney, bless thee from the
mother, Who prays continually for Richmond's good. So much for that. The silent hours steal on, s And flaky darkness breaks within the east. In brief, -- for so the season bids us be, Prepare thy battle early in the morning, And put thy fortune to the arbitrement Of bloody strokes and mortal-staring war. I, as I may – that which I would I cannot, With best advantage will deceive the time, And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms; But on thy side I may not be too forward, Lest, being seen, thy brother, tender George, Be executed in his father's sight. Farewell! The leisure and the fearful time Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love And interchange of sweet discourse,
Which so long sund'red friends should dwell
upon. God give us leisure for these rites of love ! Once more, adieu ! Be valiant, and speed well! Richm. Good lords, conduct him to his regi
ment. I'll strive with troubled thoughts, to take a
nap, Lest leaden slumber peise me down to-morrow, When I should mount with wings of victory. Once more, good-night, kind lords and gentle
(Exeunt all but Richmond. o Thou, whose captain I account myself, Look on my forces with a gracious eye! Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath, That they may crush down with a heavy fall The usurping helmets of our adversaries ! Make us thy ministers of chastisement That we may praise Thee in the victory ! To Thee I do commend my watchful soul Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes. Sleeping and waking, O, defend me still !
(Sleeps. Enter the Ghost of PRINCE EDWARD, son to
Henry the Sixth.
thy soul to-morrow ! Think, how thou stabb’dst me in my prime of
youth At Tewksbury. Despair, therefore, and die ! (To Richmond.) Be cheerful, Richmond; for
the wronged souls Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf. King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thee.
Enter the Ghost of HENRY THE SIXTH. Ghost. (To Richard.) When I was mortal,
my anointed body By thee was punched full of deadly holes. Think on the Tower and me. Despair, and die ! Harry the Sixth bids thee despair and die. (To Richmond.) Virtuous and holy, be thou
conqueror ! Harry, that prophesied thou shouldst be king, Dotb comfort thee in sleep. Live, and flourish!
Enter the Ghost of CLARENCE.
soul to-morrow 1
die ! (To Richmond.) Thou offspring of the house of
Lancaster, The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee. Good angels guard thy battle! Live, and
flourish! Enter the Ghosts of RIVERS, GREY, and
in thy soul to-morrow, Rivers, that died at Pomfret! Despair, and
Ghost of G. (To Richard.] Think upon Grey,
and let thy soul despair ! Ghost of V. (To Richard.] Think upon
Vaughan, and with guilty fear Let fall thy lance. Despair, and die ! All. (To Richmond.) Awake, and think our
wrongs in Richard's bosom Will conquer him! Awake, and win the day!
Enter the Ghost of HASTINGS. Ghost. (To Richard.] Bloody and guilty,
guiltily awake, And in a bloody battle end thy days! Think on Lord Hastings. Despair, and die! (To Richmond.) Quiet untroubled soul, awake,
awake! Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's
sake! Enter the Ghosts of the two young Princes. Ghosts. (To Richard.) Dream on thy cousins
smothered in the Tower. Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard, And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and
death! Thy nephews' souls bid thee despair and die ! (To Richmond.) Sleep, Richmond, sleep in
peace, and wake in joy; Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy! Live, and beget a happy race of kings ! Edward's unhappy sons do bid thee flourish.
Enter the Ghost of LADY ANNE. Ghost. (To Richard.) Richard, thy wife,
that wretched Anne thy wife, That never slept a quiet hour with thee, Now fills thy sleep, with perturbations. To-morrow in the battle think on me, And fall thy edgeless sword. Despair, and die ! (To Richmond.) Thou quiet soul, sleep thou a
quiet sleep; Dream of success and happy victory! Thy adversary's wife doth pray for thee.
Enter the Ghost of BUCKINGHAM. Ghost. (To Richard.) The first was I that
help'd thee to the crown; The last was I that felt thy tyranny. 0, in the battle think on Buckingham, And die in terror of thy guiltiness! Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and
death; Fainting, despair; despairing, yield thy breath! (To Richmond.) I died for hope ere I could
lend thee aid; But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay'd. God and good angels fight on Richmond's side, And Richard fall in height of all his pride! 176
(The Ghosts vanish. King) Richard
starts out of his dream. K. Rich. Give me another horse! Bind up
my wounds! Have mercy, Jesu! - Soft! I did but dream. O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! The lights burn blue. It is now dead mid
night. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh.
What! do I fear myself? There's none else
by. Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here ? No. Yes, I am. Then fly. What, from myself? Great reason
why, Lest I revenge. What, myself upon myself ? Alack, I love myself. Wherefore? For any
good That I myself have done unto myself? O, no! alas, I rather hate myself For hateful' deeds committed by myself ! I am a villain: yet I lie, I am not. Fool, of thyself speak well; fool, do not flat
ter. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, Guilty! guilty ! I shall despair. There is no creature loves me; And if I die, no soul shall pity me. Nay, wherefore should they, since that I my
self Find in myself no pity to myself ? Methought the souls of all that I had mur
der'd Came to my tent; and every one did threat 205 To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard.
Enter RATCLIFF. Rat. My lord ! K. Rich. ['Zounds !) who's there? Rat. Ratcliff, my lord ; 't is I. The early
village-cock Hath twice done salutation to the morn; Your friends are up, and buckle on their K. Rich. (O Rateliff, I have dream'd a fear
ful dream! What thinkest thou, will our friends prove all
true ? Rat. No doubt, my lord.) K. Rich. O Ratcliff, I fear, I fear, Rat. Nay, good my lord, 'be not afraid of
shadows. K. Rich. By the apostle Paul, shadows to
night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond. It is not yet near day. Come, go with me; Under our tents I'll play the eaves-dropper, To hear if any mean to shrink from me.
(Exeunt. Enter the LORDS to RICHMOND, sitting in his
tent. Lords. Good morrow, Richmond ! Richm. Cry mercy, lords and watchful gen
tlemen, That you have ta'en a tardy slaggard here. 225
Lords. How have you slept, my lord ?
That ever ent'red in a drowsy head
Lords. Upon the stroke of four.
His oration to his soldiers. More than I have said, loving countrymen, The leisure and enforcement of the time Forbids to dwell upon; yet remember this, God and our good cause fight upon our side; * The prayers of holy saints and wronged souls, Like high-rear'd bulwarks, stand before our
faces. Richard except, those whom we fight against Had rather have us win than him they fol
low. For what is he they follow? Truly, gentlemen, A bloody tyrant and a homicide; One rais'd in blood, and one in blood estab
lish'd; One that made means to come by what he
hath, And slaughter'd those that were the means to
help him ; A base foul stone, made precious by the foil Of England's chair, where he is falsely set; One that hath ever been God's enemy. Then, if you fight against God's enemy, God will in justice ward you as his soldiers; If you do sweat to put a tyrant down, 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 conquer
ors; If you do free your children from the sword, Your children's children quits 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 The least of you shall share his part thereof. Sound drums and trumpets boldly and cheer
fully; God and Saint George ! Richmond and victory!
(Eseunt. Re-enter King RICHARD, RATCLIFF, CATESBY
(Attendants and Forces). K. Rich. What said Northumberland as
touching Richmond ? Rat. That he was never trained up in K. Rich. He said the truth; and what said
Surrey then ?
Not I, my
Rat. He smild and said, “The better for
our purpose." K. Rich. He was in the right; and so indeed it is.
(Clock strikes. 176 Tell the clock there. Give me a calendar, Who saw the sun to-day? Rat.
lord. K. Rich. Then he disdains to shine, for by
Rat. My lord ?
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 295 More than to Richmond ? for the self-same
heaven That frowns ou 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 horse. Call 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 Sur
rey, Shall have the leading of this foot and horse. They thus directed, we will follow In the main battle, whose puissance on either
side Shall be well winged with our chiefest horse. 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.
[He sheweth him a paper. (K. Rich. Reads.) Jockey of Norfolk, be
not so bold, For Dickon thy master is bought and sold." 305 A thing devised by the enemy.. Go, gentlemen, every man to his charge. Let not onr babbling dreams affright our souls, For conscience is 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.
His oration to his Army. What shall I say more than I have inferr'd ? Remember whom you are to cope withal; A sort of vagabonds, rascals, and runaways, A scum of Bretons, 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 ; 320 You having lands, and blest with beauteous
They would restrain the one, distain the other.
selves. If we be conquered, let men conquer us, And not these bastard Bretons; 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 ? (Drum afar off.) Hark!
I hear their drum. Fight, gentlemen of England ! fight, bold yeo
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? Mess. My lord, he doth deny to come. K. Rich. Off with his son George's head !
Nor. My lord, the enemy is past the marsh; After the battle let George Stanley die. 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 ! 360 Upon them! Victory sits on our helms.
[Ereunt.) (SCENE IV. Another part of the field.] Alarum. Excursions. Enter (NORFOLK and
forces fighting; to him] CATESBY. Cate. Rescue, my Lord of Norfolk, rescue,
rescue! 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. 6 Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost!
Alarums, Enter KING RICHARD. K. Rich. A horse! a horse! my kingdom for
a horse ! Cate. 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 die. I think there be six Richmonds in the field; Five have I slain to-day instead of him. A horse I a horse ! my kingdom for a horse !
[SCENE V. Another part of the field.] That in submission will return to us ; Alarum. Enter Richard and Richmond ; they
And then, as we havo ta'en the sacrament,
We will unite the white rose and the red. fight ; Richard is slain. Retreat and flourish.
Smile heaven upon this fair conjunction, Re-enter RICHMOND, DERBY, bearing the
That long have frown'd upon their enmity! crown, with divers other Lords.
What traitor hears me, and says not amen? Richm. God and your arms be prais'd, vic- England hath long been mad, and scarr'd her torious friends ;
self; The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead. The brother blindly shed the brother's blood, Der. Courageous Richmond, well hast thou The father rashly slaughtered his own son, acquit thee.
The son, compellid, been butcher to the sire. Lo, here, these long-usurped royalties
All this divided York and Lancaster,
true succeeders of each royal house, Richm. Great God of heaven, say amen to By God's fair ordinance conjoin together! all !
And let their heirs, God, if thy will be so, But, tell me, is young George Stanley living ? Enrich the time to come with smooth-fae'd Der. He is, my lord, and safe in Leicester Peace, town;
With smiling Plenty and fair prosperous days! Whither, if it please you, we may now with- Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord, draw us.
That would reduce these bloody days again, Richm. What men of name are slain on either And make poor England weep in streams of side ?
blood Der. John Duke of Norfolk, Walter Lord Let them not live to taste this land's increase Ferrers,
That would with treason wound this fair land's Sir Robert Brakenbury, and Sir William Bran
Now civil wounds are stopp'd, Peace lives Richm. Inter their bodies as become their
That she may long live here, God say amen! a Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fled