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!
The Ghost of HASTINGS rises.

Ghost. To King RICHARD. Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake;

And in a bloody battle end thy days!
Think on Lord Hastings: despair, and die! 150
To RICHMOND. Quiet untroubled soul, awake,
awake!

Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake!

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. 160
The Ghost of Lady ANNE rises.

Ghost. To King 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.

The Ghost of BUCKINGHAM rises.

Ghost. To King RICHARD. The first was I that help'd thee to the crown; The last was I that felt thy tyranny. O! 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

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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 myself
Find in myself no pity to myself?
Methought the souls of all that I had murder'd
Came to my tent; and every one did threat
To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard.
Enter RATCLIFF.

Rat. My lord!

K. Rich. 'Zounds! who is there?

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.

cock

Hath twice done salutation to the morn;
Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour.
K. Rich. O Ratcliff! I have dream'd a fearful
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, benotafraid 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.
RICHMOND wakes. Enter OXFORD and Others.
Lords. Good morrow, Richmond!
Richm. Cry mercy, lords and watchful gentle-

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 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.

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For me, the ransom of my bold attempt

Rat. Ratcliff, my lord; 'tis I. The early village 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. z
Sound, drums and trumpets, boldly and cheer-

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dreams

That ever enter'd in a drowsy head,
Have I since your departure had, my lords.
Methought their souls, whose bodies Richard

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fully;

God and Saint George! Richmond and victory!
Exeunt.
Re-enter King RICHARD, RATCLIFF, Attendants,
and Forces.

men,

That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard here.
Lords. How have you slept, my lord?

Richm. The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding A black day will it be to somebody.

Ratcliff!

murder'd,

Came to my tent and cried on victory:
I promise you my heart is very jocund
In the remembrance of so fair a dream.
How far into the morning is it, lords?
Lords. Upon the stroke of four.
Richm. Why, then 'tis time to arm and give
direction.

K. Rich. What said Northumberland as touch-
ing Richmond?

Rat. That he was never trained up in arms.
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.
Clock strikes.
Tell the clock there. Give me a calendar.
Who saw the sun to-day?

His oration to his soldiers.
More than I have said, loving countrymen,
The leisure and enforcement of the time
Forbids to dwell on 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 follow.
For what is he they follow? truly, gentlemen,
A bloody tyrant and a homicide;
One rais'd in blood, and one in blood establish'd;
One that made means to come by what he hath,
And slaughter'd those that were the means to
help him;

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Rat.
Not I, my lord.
K. Rich. Then he disdains to shine; for by
the book

He should have brav'd the east an hour ago:

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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
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.

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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 Surrey,
Shall have the leading of this foot and horse.
They thus directed, we will follow
In the main battle, whose puissance on eitherside
Shall be well winged with our chiefest horse.
This, and Saint George to boot! What think'st
thou, Norfolk ?

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THE FAMOUS HISTORY OF THE LIFE OF

KING HENRY THE EIGHTH.

Several Lords and Ladies in the Dumb-shows; Women attending upon the Queen; Scribes, Officers,

Guards, and other Attendants.

Spirits.

SCENE.-Chiefly in London and Westminster; once, at Kimbolton.

Healthful; and ever since a fresh admirer
Of what I saw there.

Buck.
An untimely ague
Stay'd me a prisoner in my chamber when
Those suns of glory, those two lights of men,
Met in the vale of Andren.

Nor. "Twixt Guynes and Arde: I was then present, saw them salute on horseback; Beheld them, when they lighted, how they clung In their embracement, as they grew together; Which had they, what four thron'd ones could have weigh'd

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Such a compounded one?
Buck.

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All the whole time
I was my chamber's prisoner.
Nor.
Then you lost
The view of earthly glory: men might say,
Till this time pomp was single, but now married
To one above itself. Each following day
Became the next day's master, till the last
Made former wonders its. To-day the French
All clinquant, all in gold, like heathen gods,
Shone down the English; and to-morrow they
Made Britain India: every man that stood
Show'd like a mine. Their dwarfish pages were
As cherubins, all gilt: the madams too,
Not us'd to toil, did almost sweat to bear
The pride upon them, that their very labour
Was to them as a painting. Now this masque
Was cried incomparable; and the ensuing night
Made it a fool and beggar. The two kings,
Equal in lustre, were now best, now worst,
As presence did present them; him in eye,
Still him in praise; and, being present both,
'Twas said they saw but one; and no discerner
Durst wag his tongue in censure. When these

suns,

For so they phrase 'em, by their heralds challeng'd
The noble spirits to arms, they did perform
Beyond thought's compass; that former fabu-
lous story,

Being now seen possible enough, got credit,
That Bevis was believ'd.

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Who did guide,
I mean, who set the body and the limbs
Of this great sport together, as you guess?
Nor. One, certes, that promises no element
In such a business.

Buck.
O! you go far.
Nor. As I belong to worship, and affect
In honour honesty, the tract of every thing
Would by a good discourser lose some life,
Whichaction's self was tongue to. All was royal;
To the disposing of it nought rebell'd,
Order gave each thing view; the office did
Distinctly his full function.

Buck.

Buck.
I pray you, who, my lord?
Nor. All this was order'd by the good discretion
Of the right reverend Cardinal of York.

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Buck. The devilspeed him! no man's pie is freed
From his ambitious finger. What had he
To do in these fierce vanities? I wonder
That such a keech can with his very bulk
Take up the rays o' the beneficial sun,
And keep it from the earth.

Nor.
Surely, sir,
There's in him stuff that puts him to these ends;
For, being not propp'd by ancestry, whose grace
Chalks successors their way, nor call'd upon
For high feats done to the crown; neither allied

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Nor.
Which is budded out;
For France hath flaw'd the league, and hath
attach'd

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Our merchants' goods at Bourdeaux.
Aber.

The ambassador is silenc'd?
Nor.

Marry, is 't.

Aber. A proper title of a peace; and purchas'd
At a superfluous rate!
Buck.
Why, all this business
Our reverend cardinal carried.
Nor.
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The state takes notice of the private difference
Betwixt you and the cardinal. I advise you,
And take it from a heart that wishes towards

you

Honour and plenteous safety, that you read
The cardinal's malice and his potency
Together; to consider further that
What his high hatred would effect wants not
A minister in his power. You know his nature,
That he's revengeful; and I know his sword
Hath a sharp edge: it's long, and 't may be said,
It reaches far; and where 'twill not extend, 11
Thither he darts it. Bosom up my counsel,
You'll find it wholesome. Lo! where comes

that rock

That I advise your shunning.

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Grievingly I think,

Buck.

The peace between the French and us not values
The cost that did conclude it.
Every man,
After the hideous storm that follow'd, was
A thing inspir'd; and, not consulting, broke
Into a general prophecy: That this tempest,
Dashing the garment of this peace, aboded
The sudden breach on 't.

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Is it therefore