John Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Earl of Surrey,
Shall have the leading of the foot and horfe.
They thus directed, we our felf will follow
In the main battel, which on either fide
Shall be well winged with our chiefeft horfe:

This and St. George to boot. What think'st thou Norfolk? Nor. A good direction, warlike Soveraign. paper found I on my tent this morning.

This

[Giving a fcrowl

[Reads.

Jocky of Norfolk, be not fo bold, For Dickon thy mafter is bought and fold. K. Rich. A thing devifed by the enemy. Go gentlemen, go each man to his charge. Let not our babling dreams affright our fouls; Conscience is but a word that cowards use, Devis'd at first to keep the ftrong in awe. Our strong arms be our confcience, fwords our law. March on, join bravely, let us to't pell mell, If not to heav'n, then hand in hand to hell. What fhall I fay more than I have inferr'd? Remember whom you are to cope withal, A fort of vagabonds, of rafcals, run-aways, A fcum of Britons, and bafe lackey-peasants, Whom their o'er-cloyed country vomits forth To defperate adventures and deftruction. You fleeping fafe, they bring you to unrest: You having lands, and bleft with beauteous wives, They would reftrain the one, diftain the other. And who doth lead them but a paltry fellow, Long kept in Bretagne at his mother's coft? A milk-fop, one that never in his life Felt fo much cold, as over fhooes in fnow. Let's whip thefe ftragglers o'er the feas again, Lafh hence thefe over-weening rags of France, 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 those bastard Britons, whom our fathers

Have

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Have in their own land beaten, bobb'd and thump'd,
And on record left them the heirs of fhame.
Shall these enjoy our lands? lye 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 Meffenger.

What fays lord Stanley, will he bring his power?
Mef. My lord, he doth deny to come.
K. Rich. Off with his fon-George's head.
Nor. My lord, the enemy is past the marsh
After the battel let George Stanley die.

K. Rich. A thousand hearts are great within my bofom. Advance our standards, fet upon our foes,

Our ancient word of courage, fair St. George,
Infpire us with the spleen of fiery dragons.
Upon them! Victory fits on our helms.

SCENE VIIL

Alarum. Excurfions. Enter Catesby.

Catef·R

[Exeunt.

Efcue, my lord of Norfolk, rescue, rescue:
The King enacts more wonders than a man,

Daring an oppofite to every danger!

His horfe is flain, and all on foot he fights,
Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death.
Refcue, fair lord, or elfe the day is loft.

Alarum. Enter King Richard.

K. Rich. A horfe, a horfe, my kingdom for a horfe. Cates. Withdraw, my lord, I'll help you to a horse. K. Rich. Slave, I have fet my life upon a caft,

And

And I will ftand the hazard of the dye :
I think there be fix Richmonds in the field,
Five have I flain to-day instead of him.
A horse, a horfe, my kingdom for a horfe.

Alarums. Enter King Richard and Richmond

fight, Richard is flain.

; they

Retreat and Flourish. Enter Richmond, Stanley bearing the Crown, with divers other lords.

Richm. God and your arms be prais'd, victorious friends;

The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead.

Stan. Couragious Richmond, well haft thou acquit thee:

So, here thefe long ufurped royalties,

rom the dead temples of this bloody wretch Have I pluckt off, to grace thy brows withal, Vear it, enjoy it, and make use of it.

Richm. Great God of heaven, fay Amen to all. hut tell me first, is young George Stanley living? Derby. He is, my lord, and fafe in Leicester town; Vhither, if you fo pleafe, we may withdraw us. Richm. What men of note are flain on either fide? Derby. John Duke of Norfolk, Walter the lord Ferris,

Sir Robert Brakenbury, Sir William Brandon.

Richm. Inter their bodies as becomes their births.
Proclaim a pardon to the foldiers fled,
That in fubmiffion will return to us.
And then, as we have ta'en the facrament,
We will unite the White Rofe and the Red.
Smile heav'n upon this fair conjunction,
That long hath frown'd upon their enmity:
What traitor hears me, and fays not Amen?
England hath long been mad, and fear'd her felf;
The brother blindly fhed the brother's blood,
The father rafhly flaughter'd his own fon,

The

The fons compell'd, been butchers to the fire:
O now let Richmond and Elizabeth,
The true fucceeders of each royal houfe,
By God's fair ordinance conjoin together!
And let their heirs (God, if thy will be fo)
Enrich the time to come with smooth-fac'd peace,
With fmiling plenty, and fair profp'rous days.
Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord!
That would reduce thefe bloody days again,
And make poor England weep in ftreams of blood.
Let them not live to tafte this land's encreafe,
That would with treafon wound this fair land's peace.
Now civil wounds are ftopp'd, peace lives agen:
That he may long live here, God fay, Amen. [Exeunt

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