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Eren of your mettle, of your very blood;

Q. Eliz. Harp on it still shall I, till heart-strings Of all one pain,- save for a night of groans

break. Endur'd of her, for whom you bid like sorrow. K. Rich. Now, by my George, my garter, and n.y Your children were vexation to your youth,


(usurp'd. But mine shall be a comfort to your age.

Q. Eliz. Profan'd, dishonour'd, and the third The loss you have, is but-a son being king,

K. Rich. I swear. And, by that loss, your daughter is made queen. Q. Eliz.

By nothing: for this is no oath. I cannot make you what amends I would

Thy George, profan’d, hath lost his holy honour; Therefore accept such kindness as I can.

Thy garter, blemish'd, pawn'd his knightly virtue ; Dorset, your son, that, with a fearful soul,

Thy crown, usurp'd, disgrac'd his kingly glory : Leads discontented steps in foreign soil,

If something thou would'st swear to be believ'd, This fair alliance quickly shall call home

Swear then by something that thou hast not wrong'd. To high promotions and great dignity:

K. Rich. Now by the world, The king, that calls your beauteous daughter-wife,

Q. Eliz.

'Tis full of thy foul wrongs Familiarly shall call thy Dorset-brother;

K. Rich. My father's death, — Again shall you be mother to a king,

Q. Eliz.

Thy life hath that dishonour'd. And all the ruins of distressful times

K. Rich. Then, by myself,Repair'd with double riches of content.

Q. Eliz.

Thyself is self-mis-used What! we have many goodly days to see :

K. Rich. Why then, by God, The liquid drops of tears that you have shed,

Q. Eliz.

God's wrong is most of all Shall come again, transform'd to orient pearl; If thou hads't fear'd to break an oath by hiin, Advantaging their loan, with interest

The unity, the king thy brother made, Of ten-times double gain of happiness.

Had not been broken, nor my brother slain. Go, then, my mother, to thy daughter go;

If thou had'st fear'd to break an oath by him, Make bold her bashful years with your experience; The imperial metal, circling now thy head, Prepare her ears to hear a wover's tale;

Had grac'd the tender temples of my child ! Put in her tender heart the aspiring flame. And both the princes had been breathing here, Of golden sov’reignty; acquaint the princess Which now, two tender bed-fellows for dust, With the sweet silent hours of marriage joys : Thy broken faith hath made a prey for worms. And when this arm of mine hath chàstised

What canst thou swear by now? The petty rebel, dull-brain’d Buckingham,

K. Rich.

By the time to come, Bound with triumphant garlands will I come,

Q. Eliz. That thou hast wronged in the time o'erAnd lead thy daughter to a conqueror's bed ;

past; To whom I will retail my conquest wod,

For I myself have many tears to wash And she shall be sole victress, Cæsar's Cæsar. Hereafter time, for time past, wrong'd by thee. Q. Eliz. What were I best to say ? her father's The children live, whose parents thou hast slaughter’d. brother

Ungoveru'd youth, to wail it in their age. Would be her lord? Or shall I say, her uncle ? The parents live, whose children thou hast butcher'd, Or, he that slew her brothers, and her uncles ? Old barren plants, to wail it with their age. Under what title shall I woo for thee,

Swear not by time to come; for that thou hast That God, the law, my honour, and her love, Vis-us'd ere used, by times ill-us’d o'er-past. Can make seem pleasing to her tender years?

K. Rich. As I intend to prosper, and repent ! K. Rich. Infer fair England's peace by this al. So thrive I in my dangerous attempt liance.

Įing war. Of hostile arms ! myself myself confound! Q. Eliz. Which she shall purchase with stils last- Heaven, and fortune, bar me happy hours ! K. Rich. Tell her, the king, that may command, Day, yield me not thy light; por, pight, thy rest! entreats.

Be opposite all planets of good luck Q. Eliz. That at her hands, which the king's King To my proceeding, if, with pure heart's love, forbids.

Immaculate devotion, holy thoughts, K.Rich. Say,she shall be a high and mighty queen. I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter ! Q. Eliz. To wail the title, as her mother doth. In her consists my happiness, and thine; K. Rich. Say, I will love her everlastingly. Without her, follows to myself and thee, Q. Eliz. But how long shall that title, ever, last? Herself, the land, and many a christian soul, K. Rich. Sweetly in force unto her fair life's end. Death, desolation, ruin, and decay . Q. Eliz. But how long fairly shall her sweet life It cannot be avoided, but by this ; last?

[it. It will not be avoided, but by this. K.Rich. As long as heaven, and nature, lengthens Therefore, dear mother, [I must call you so,) Q. Eliz. As long as hell, and Richard, likes of it. Be the attorney of my love to her. K.Rich. Say, I, her sovereign, am her subject low. Plead what I will be, not what I have been; Q. Eliz. But she, your subject, loaths such Not my deserts, but what I will deserve : sovoreignty.

Urge the necessity and state of mes, K. Rich. Be eloquent in my behalf to her. And be not peevish found in great designs. Q. Eliz. An honest tale speeds best, being plainly Q. Eliz. Shall I be tempted of the devil thus ? told.

(tale. K. Rich. Ay, if the devil tempt thee to do good. K. Rich. Then, in plain terms tell her my loving Q. Eliz. Shall I forget myself, to be myself? Q. Eliz. Plain, and not honest, is too harsh a style. K. Rich. Ay, if yourself's remembrance wrong K. Rich. Your reasons are too shallow and too

yourself. quick.

Q. Eliz. But thou didst kill my children. (them : Q. Eliz. O, no, my reasons are too deep and dead;- K. Rich. But in your daughter's womb I bury Two deep and dead poor infants, in their graves! Where, in that nest of spicery, they shall breed K. Rich. Harp not on that string, madam; that Selves of themselves to


recomforture. is past.

Q. Eliz. Shall I go win my daughter to thy will ? K. Rich. And be a happy mother by the deed. Slan. They have not been commanded, mighty king:

Q. Eliz. I go.-Write to me very shortly, Pleaseth your majesty to give me leave, And you shall understand from me her mind. I'll muster up my friends; and meet your grace, K. Rich. Bear her my true love's kiss, and so Where, and what time, your majesty'shall please. farewell.

K. Rich. Ay, ay, thou wouldst be gone to join with (Kissing her. Erit Q. ELIZABETH.

Richmond : Relenting fool, and shallow changing-woman ! I will not trust you, sir. How now? what news?


Most mighty sovereign, Enter RatclifF; Catesby following. You have no cause to hold my friendship doubtful; Rat. Most mighty sovereign, on the western coast I never was, nor ever will be false. Rideth a puissant navy; to the shore

K. Rich. Well, go, muster men. But, hear you, Throng many doubtful hollow-hearted friends,

leave behind Unarm’d, and unresolv'd to beat them back : Your son, George Stanley; look your heart be firm, 'Tis thought, that Richmond is their admiral ; Or else his head's assurance is but frail. And there they hull, expecting but the aid

Stan. So deal with him, as I prove true to you. Of Buckingham to welcome them ashore.

(Erit STANIŁY. K. Rich. Some light-foot friend post to the duke

Enter a Messenger. of Norfolk :

Mess. My gracious sovereign, now in Devonshire, Ratcliff, thyself,-or Catesby; where is he? As I by friends am well advertised, Cate. Here, my good lord.

Sir Edward Courtney, and the haughty prelate, K. Rich.

Catesby, Ay to the duke. Bishop of Exeter, his elder brother,
Cate. I will, my lord, with all convenient haste. With many more confederates, are in arms.
K. Rich. Ratcliff, come hither: Post to Salisbury;

Enter another Messenger.
When thou com’st thither,-Dull unmindful villain,


2 Mess. In Kent, my liege, the Guilfords are in Why stay'st thou here, and go'st not to the duke ?

And every hour more competitors

(arms; Cate. First

, mighty liege, tell me your highness' Flock to the rebels, and their power grows strong. pleasure ;

Enter another Messenger. What from your grace I shall deliver to him.

3 Mess. My lord, the army of great BuckinghamK. Rich. 0, true, good Catesby ;-Bid him levy

K. Rich. Out on ye, owls! nothing but songs of straight


(He strikes hither The greatest strength and power he can make,

There, take thou that, till thou bring better news. And meet me suddenly at Salisbury.

3 Mess. The news I have to tell your majesty, Cate. I go.

(Erit. ls,--that, by sudden floods and fall of waters, Rat. What, may it please you, shall I do at Salis. Buckingham's army is dispers’d and scatter'd; bury ?

fore I go?

And he himself wander'd away alone,
K. Rich. Why, what would'st thou do there, be. No man knows whither.
Rat. Your highness told me, I should post before.

K. Rich.

0, I cry you mercy Enter STANLEY.

There is my purse, to cure that blow of ihine. K. Rich. My mind is chang'd.-Stanley, what Hath any well-advised friend proclaim'd news with you ?

[the hearing; Reward to him that brings the traitor in ? Stan. None good, my liege, to please you with

3 Mess. Such proclamation hath been made, my Nor none so bad, but well may be reported.

liege. K. Rich. Heyday, a riddle! neither good nor Lad!

Enter another Messenger. What need'st thou run so many miles about,

4 Mess. Sir Thomas Lovel, and lord marquis Dorset, When thou may'st tell thy tale the nearest way

'Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms. Once more, what news ?

But this good comfort bring I to your highness, Stan.

Richmond is on the seas. The Bretagne navy is dispers’d by tempest;
K. Rich. There let him sink, and be the seas on Richmond, in Dorsetshire, sent out a boat
White-liver'd runagate. what doth he there ? (him! Unto the shore, to ask those on the banks,

Stan. I know not, mighty sovereign, but by guess. If they were his assistants, yea, or no;
K. Rich. Well, as you guess ?


Who answer'd him, they came from Buckingham Stan. Stirr'd up by Dorset, Buckingham, and Upon his party : he, mistrusting them, He makes for England, here to claim the crown.

Hois'd sail, and made his course again for Bretagne, K, Rich. Is the chair empty ? Is the sword un

K. Rich. March on, march on, since we are up Is the king dead ? the empire un possess’d? (sway'd? If not to fight with foreign enemies,

(in arms; What heir of York is there alive, but we ?

Yet to beat down these rebels here at home. And who is England's king, but great York's heir ?

Enter CATE<BY. Then, tell me, what makes he upon the seas ?

Cate. My liege, the duke of Buckingham is taken, Stan. Unless for that, my liege, I cannot guess. That is the best news ; That the earl of Richmond

K. Rich. Unless for that he comes to be your liege, ls with a mighty power landed at Milford, You cannot guess wherefore the Welchman comes. Is colder news, but yet they must be told. Thou wilt revolt, and tiy to him, I fear.

K. Rich. Away towards Salisbury; while we re&Stan. No, mighty liege, therefore inistrust me not.

son here, K. Rich. Where is thy power then, to beat him back? A royal battle might be won and lost :Where be thy tenants, and thy followers ?

Somo one take order, Buckinghain be brought Are they not now upon the western shore,

To Salisbury;--the rest march on with me. (Ereurs. Safe-conducting the rebels from their ships ?

Stan. No, my good lord, my friends are in the north. SCENE V.-A Room in Lord Stanley's Houss. K. Rich. Cold friends to me: What do they in the north,

Enter STANLEY and Sir ChristOPHER URSITICK. When they should serve their sovereign in the west ? Stan. Şir Christopher, tell Richmond this from the




That, in the sty of this most bloody boar,

Have we march'd un without impediment; My son George Stanley is frank'd up in hold; And here receive we from our father Stanley If I revolt, off goes young George's head ;

Lines of fair comfort and encouragement. The fear of that with holds my present aid.

The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar, But, tell me, where is princely Richmond now ? That spoil'd your summer fields, and fruitful vincs,

Chris. At Pembroke, or at Ha’rford-west, in Wales. Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his Stan. What men of name resort to him ?

trough Chris, Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned soldier; In your embowell'a bosoms, this foul swine Sir Gilbert Talbot, sir Williain Stanley ;

Lies now even in the center of this isle, Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, sir James Blunt,

Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn : And Rice ap Thomas, with a valiant crew;

From Tamworth thither is but one day's march. And many other of great fame and worth :

In God's name, cheerly on, courageous friends, And towards London do they bend their course,

To reap the harvest of perpetual peace If by the way they be not fought withal. [him ; By this one bloody trial of sharp war.

Stan. Well, hie thee to thy lord; commend me to Osf: Every man's conscience is a thousand swords, Tell him the queen hath heartily consented To fight against that bloody homicide. He shall espouse Elizabeth ber daughter.

Herb. I doubt not, but his friends will turn to us. These letters will resolve him of my mind.

Blunt. He hath no friends, but who are friends Farewell. [Gives papers to Sir CHRISTOPHER.

for fear;

Which, in his dearest need, will fly from him.
Richm. All for our vantage. Then, in God's name


True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings,
Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.


SCENE I.-Salisbury. An open Place.

SCENE III.-Bosworth Field. Enter the Sheriff and Guard, with BUCKINGHAM, led Enter King Richard and Forces; the Duke of to execution.

NORFOI.K, EARL OF SURREY, und others. Buck. Will not king Richard let me speak with K. Rich. Here pitch our tents, even here in Boshim ?

worth field.Sher. No, my good lord : therefore be patient. My lord of Surrey, why look you so sad ? Buck. Hastings and Edward's children, Rivers, Sur. My heart is ten times lighter than my looks. Grey,

K. Rich. My lord of Norfolk, Holy king Henry, and thy fair son Edward,


Here, most gracious liege. Vaughan, and all that have miscarried

K. Rich. Norfolk, we must have knocks; Ha! By underhand corrupted foul injustice :

must we not? If that your moody discontented souls

Nor. We must both give and take, my loving lord. Do through the clouds behold this present hour, K.Rich. Up with my tent: Here will I lie to-night; Even for revenge mock my destruction

| Soldiers begin to set up the King's tent. This is All-Souls' day, fellows, is it not ?

But where, to-morrow?-Well, all's one for that.Sher. It is, my lord.

(doomsday. Who hath descried the number of the traitors ? Buck. Why, then All-Souls' day is my body's Nor. Six or seven thousand is their utmost power. This is the day, which, in king Edward's time, K. Rich. Why, our battalia trebles that account: I wish'd might fall on me, when I was found Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength, False to his children, or his wife's allies :

Which they upon the adverse faction want. This is the day, wherein I wish'd to fall

Up with the tent.-Come, noble gentlemen, By the false faith of bim whom most I trusted: Let us survey the 'vantage of the ground;This, this All-Souls' day to my fearful soul,

Call for some men of sound direction:Is the determin'd respite of my wrongs.

Let's want no discipline, make no delay; That high All-seer which I dallied with,

For, lords, to-morrow is a busy day. (Ereuni. Hath turned my feigned prayer on my head, And given in earnest what I begg'd in jest.

Enter, on the other side of the field, RICHMOND, Sir Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men

William BRANDON, OXFORD, and other Lords. To turn their own points on their masters' bosoms :

Some of the Soldiers pitch RichMOND's teni. Thus Margaret's curse falls heavy on my neck,- Richm. The weary sun hath made a golden set, When he, quoth she, shall split thy heart with sorrow, And, by the bright track of his fiery car, Remember Margaret was a prophetess.

Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.-
Come, sirs, convey me to the block of shame; Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my standard. -
Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame. Give me some ink and paper in my tent;-
Ereunt BUCKINGHAM, &c. I'll draw the form and model of our battle,

Limit each leader to his several charge,
SCENE II. -Plain near Tunworth And part in just proportion our small power.

My lord of Oxford, -you, sir William Brandon, Enter with drum and colours, RICHMOND, Oxford, And you, sir Walter Herbert, --stay with me:

Sir James Blunt, Sir WALTER HERBERT, and The earl of Pembroke keeps his regiment;others, with Forces, marching.

Good captain Blunt, bear my good night to him, Richm. Fellows in arms, and my most loving And by the second hour in the morning friends,

Desire the earl to see me in my tent:Brnis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny,

Yet one thing more, good captain, do for me; Thus far into the bowels of the land

Where is lord Stanley quarter'd, do you know?

Blunt. Unless I have mista'en his colours much, of bloody strokes, and mortal-staring war: (Which, well I am assur'd, I have not done,) I, as I may, (that which I would, I cannot,) His regiment lies half a mile at least

With best advantage will deceive the time South from the mighty power of the king.

And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms: Richm. If without peril it be possible, [him, But on thy side I may not be too forward, Sweet Blunt, make some good means to speak with Lest, being seen, thy brother, tender George, And give him from me this most needful note. Be executed in his father's sight.

Blunt. Upon my life, my lord, I'll undertake it; Farewell: The leisure and the fearful time And so, God give you quiet rest to-night!

Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love, Richm. Good night, good captain Blunt. Com., And ample interchange of sweet discourse, gentlemen,

Which so long-sunder'd friends should dwell upon : Let us consult upon to-morrow's business;

God give us leisure for these rites of love! Into my tent, the air is raw and cold.

Once more, adieu :-Be valiant, and speed well! [Tney withdraw into the tent. Richm. Good lords, conduct him to his regiment

I'll strive, with troubled thoughts, to take a nap : Enter, to his tent, King RICHARD, NORFOLK, Lest leaden slumber peise me down to-morrow, RATCLIFF, and CATESBY.

When I should mount with wings of victory : K. Rich. What is't o'clock ?

Once more, good night, kind lords and gentlemen. Cate. It's supper time, my lord;

(E.ceunt Lords, &c. with STANLEY. It's nine o'clock.

O Thou! whose captain I account myself, K. Rich. I will not sup to-night.

Look on my forces with a gracious eye; Give me some ink and paper.

Put in their hands thy bruising-irons of wrath, What, is my beaver casier than it was ?

That they may crush down with a heavy fall And all my armour laid into my tent ? [ness. The usurping helmets of our adversaries !

Cate. It is, my liege; and all things are in readi- Make us thy ministers of chastisement,

K. Rich. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge; That we may praise thee in thy victory! Use careful watch, choose trusty sentinels. To thee I do commend my watchful soul, Nor. I go, my lord.

[Norfolk. Ere I let fall the windows of mine cyes; K. Rich. Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle Sleeping, and waking, O, defend me still! [Sleeps. Nor. I warrant you, my lord.

(Erit. K. Rich. Ratcliff,

The Ghost of Prince Edward, son io Henry THE

Sixth, rises between the two tents. Rat. My lord ?

K. Rich. Send out a pursuivant at arms Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow! To Stanley's regiment: bid him bring his power

[To King RICHARD. Before sun-rising, lest his son George fall

Think how thou stab’dst me in my prime of youth Into the blind cave of eternal light.

At Tewksbury; Despair therefore, and die! Fill me a bowl of wine.--Give me a watch:

Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wronged souls

[ To Catesby. Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf: Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow.- King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thee. Look that my stave be sound, and not too heavy. Ratcliff

The Ghost of King Henry The Sixth rises. Rat. My lord ?

(thumberlnad ? Ghost. When I was mortal, my anointed body K. Rich. Saw'st thou the melancholy lord Nor

[ To KiNG RICHARD. Rat. Thomas the earl of Surrey, and himself, By thee was punched full of deadly holes : Much about cock-shut time, from troop to troop, Think on the Tower and me; Despair and die!Went through the army cheering up the soldiers. Harry the Sixth bids thee despair, and die.

K. Rich. I am satisfied. Give me a bowl of wine: Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror! I have not that alacrity of spirit,

[ To RICHMOND. Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have. Harry, that prophecy'd thou should'st be king, So, set it down.-Is ink and paper ready?

Doth comfort thee in thy sleep; Live and flourish! Rat. It is, my lord. K. Rich. Bid my guard watch, leave me.

The Ghost of CLARENCE rises. About the mid of night, come to my tent,

Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow! And help to arm me.—Leave me, I say.

[To King RICHARD. (King RICHARD retires into his tent. Exeunt I, that was wash'd to death with fulsome wine, RATCLIFF and CATESBY,

Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death!

To-morrow in the battle think on me, Richmond's tent opens, and discovers him and his And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair and die!Officers, &c.

Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster,


The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee; Stan. Fortune and victory sit on thy helm ! Good angels guard thy battle! Live and flourish! Richm. All comfort that the dark night can afford

The Ghosts of Rivers, GREY, and Vaughan rise. Be to thy person, noble father in law! Tell ine how fares our loving mother ?

Riv. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow, Stan. I, by attorney, bless thee from thy mother,

I To King RICHARD. Who prays continuaily for Richmond's good. Rivers, that died at Pomfret! Despair and die ! So much for that. The silent hours steal on,

Grey. Think upon Grey, and let thy soul despair' And flaky darkness breaks within the east.

(70 King RICHARI). In brief, for so the season bids us be,

Vaugh. Think upon Vaughan; and, with guilty fear, Prepare thy battle early in the morning :

Let fall thy lance! Despair, and die ! And put thy fortune to the arbitrement

To KING RICHARN. All. Awake! and think, our wrongs in Richard's ' I shall despair.-- There is no creature loves me; bosom

[ To Richmond. And if I die, no soul will pity me:Will conquer him ;-awake, and win the day! Nay, wherefore should they ? since that I myself The Ghost of Hastings rises.

Find in myself no pity to myself. Ghost. Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake,

Methought, the souls of all that I had murder'd

[ To King Richard. Came to my tent; and every one did threat And in a bloody battle end thy days !

To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard. Think on lord Hastings; and despair and die !

Quiet untroubled soul, awake, awake !

Rat. My lord,
[To RICHMOND. K. Rich. Who's there?

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

Rat. Rateliff, my lord ; 'tis I. The early village The Ghosts of the two young Princes rise. Hath twice done salutation to the morn; Ghosts. Dream on thy cousins smother'd in the Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour. Tower :

K. Rich. O, Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fearful Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard,

dream! And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death! What thinkest thou, will our friends prove all true ? Thy nephews' souls bid thee despair, and die.- Rat. No doubt, my lord. Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake in joy; K. Rich.

Ratcliff, I fear, I fear,Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy! Rat. Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of shadows. Live, and beget a happy race of kings !

K. kich. By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Edward's unhappy sons do bid thee Hourish. lave struck more terror to the soul of Richard, The Ghost of QUEEN ANNE rises.

Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers, Ghost. Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy Armert in proof, and led by shallow Richmoud. wife,

It is not yet near day. Come, go with me; That never slept a quiet hour with thee,

Under our tents I'll play the eaves-dropper, Now fills thy sleep with perturbations :

To hear if any mean to shrink from me. To-morrow in the battle think on me,

[Exeunt King RICHARD and RATCLIFF. And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair, and die !- RICHMOND wakes. Enter OXFORD and others. Thou quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep;

Lords. Good morrow, Richmond. (To RICHMOND.

Richm. 'Cry mercy, lords, and watchful gentlemen, Dream of success and happy victory;

That you have ta’en a tardy sluggard here. Thy adversary's wife doth pray for thee,

Lords. How have you slept, my lord ? (dreams,

! The Ghost of BuckINGHAM rises.

Richm. The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding Ghost. The first was I, that help'd thee to the That ever enter'd in a drowsy head, crowd ;

[ To King Richard. Ilave I since your departure had, my lords. [der’d, The last was I that felt thy tyranny:

Methought, their souls, whose bodies Richard mur. o, in the battle think on Buckingham,

Came to my tent, and cried-On! victory!
And die in terror of thy guiltiness!

I promise you, my heart is very jocund
Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death ; In the remembrance of so fair a dream.
Fainting, despair; despairing, yield thy breath - How far into the morning is it, lords?
I died for hope, ere I could lend thee aid :

Lords. Upon the stroke of four.

[ To RICHMOND. Richm. Why, then 'tis time to arm, and give diBut cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay’d:

rection.- (He advances to the troopis God, and good angels, fight on Richmond's side ; More than I have said, loving countrymen, And Richard falls in height of all his pride. The leisure and enforcement of the time [ The Ghosts vanish. King RICHARD start Forbids to dwell on : Yet remember this, out of his dream.

God, and our good cause, fight upon our side ; K. Rich. Give me another horse, --bind up my The prayers of holy saints, and wronged souls, wounds,

Like high-rear’d bulwarks, stand before our faces; Have mercy, Jesu !-Soft; I did but dream.- Richard except, those, whom we fight against, O coward conscience, how dost thou asilict me! - llad rather have us win, than him they follow. The lights burn blue.-It is now dead midnight. For what is he they follow ? truly, gentlemen, Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. A bloody tyrant, and a homicide; What do I fear? myself? there's none else by: One rais'd in blood, and one in blood establish’d; Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I.

One that made means to come to what he hath, Is there a murderer here ? No;-Yes; I am : ["Phy? And slaughter'd those that were the means to nelo Then fly!--What, from myself? Great reason :

him; Lest I revenge. What? Myself on myself? A base foul stone, made precious by the foil I love myseli. Wherefore ? for any good,

Of England's chair, where he is falsely set; That I myself have done unto myself:

One that hath ever been God's enemy: 0, no: alas, I rather hate myseli

Then if you fight against God's enemy, For hateful deeds committed by myself.

God will, in justice, ward you as his soldiers;
I am a villain: Yet I lie, I am not.

If you do sweat to put a tyrant down,
Fool, of thyself speak well :-Fool, do not flatter. You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain;
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, If you do fight against your country's foes,
A.,d every tongue brings in a several tale,

Your country's fat shall pay your pains the nire ; And every tale condemns me for a villain.

If you do fight in safeguard of your wives, Perjury, perjury, in the high’st degree,

Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors Murder, stern murder, in the dir’st degree, If you do free your children from the sword, All several sins, all us'd in each degree,

Your children's children quit it in your age. Ihrong to the bar, crying all,--Guilty' guilty | Then, in the naine of God, and all these rights

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