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Blunt. Upon my life, my lord, I'll undertake it; of bloody strokes, and mortal-staring war, And so, God give you quiet rest to-night!

1, as I may, (that which I would, I cannot) Richm. Good night, good captain Blunt. Come, With best advantage will deceive the time, gentlemen,

And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms : Let us consult upon to-morrow's business;

But on thy side I may not be too forward, In to my tent, the air is raw and cold.

Lest, being seen, thy brother tender George [They withdraw into the tent. Be executed in his father's sight.

Farewell : The leisure and the fearful time Enter, to his tent, King RICHARD, NORFOLK, Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love, RATCLIFF, and CATESBY.

And ample interchange of sweet discourse, X. Rich. What is't o'clock?

Which so long sunder'd friends should dwell upon; Cate.

It's supper time, my lord; God give us leisure for these rites of love! It's nine o'clock.

Once more, adieu :- Be valiant, and speed well! K. Rich. I will not sup to-night.

Richm. Good lords, conduct him to his regiment: Give me some ink and paper.

I'll strive, with troubled thoughts, to take a nap; What, is my beaver easier than it was ?

Lest leaden slumber peise me down to-morrow, And all my armour laid into my tent?

When I should mount with wings of victory: Cate. It is, my liege; and all things are in rea Once more, good night, kind lords and gentlemen. diness.

(Exeunt Lords, fc. with Stanler. X. Rich. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge ;

0 Thou ! whose captain I account myself, : Use careful watch, choose trusty sentinels.

Look on my forces with a gracious eye; Nor. I go, my lord.

Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath, K. Rich. Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle That they may crush down with a heavy fall Norfolk.

The usurping helmets of our adversaries ! Nor. I warrant you, my lord.

[Exit. Make us thy ministers of chastisement,) K. Rich. Ratcliff,

That we may praise thee in thy victory! Rat. My lord ?

To thee I do commend my watchful soul, K. Rich. Send out a pursuivant at arms

Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes; To Stanley's regiment: bid him bring his power Sleeping, and waking, 0, defend me still! (Sleps. Before sun-rising, lest his son George fall

The Ghost of Prince EDWARD, Into the blind cave of eternal light.

Sixth, rises between the two tents. Fill me a bowl of wine. - Give me a watch:

[To CATESBY, Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-marrow! Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow.

[To King RICHARD Look that my staves be sound, and not too heavy.

Think, how thou stab’dst me in my prime ef Ratcliff,

youth Rat. My lord?

At Tewksbury; Despair therefore, and die! K. Rich. Saw'st thou the melancholy lord Nor. Be cheerful, Richmond ; for the wronged souls thumberland ?

Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf ; Rat. Thomas the earl of Surrey, and himself, King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts ther. Much about cock-shut time, from troop to troop, Went through the army cheering up the soldiers.

The Ghost of King HENRY THE SIIN rises K. Rich. I am satisfied. Give me a bowl of Ghost. When I was mortal, my anointed body

wine : I have not that alacrity of spirit,

By thee was punched full of deadly holes :
Nor cheer of mind that I was wont to have. Think on the Tower and me; Despair, and die;
So, set it down. — Is ink and paper ready.? Harry the Sixth bids thee despair, and die.
Rat. It is, my lord.

Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror !
K. Rich. Bid my guard watch ; leave me.
About the mid of night, come to my tent,

Harry, that prophecy d thou should'st be king,
And help to arm me. -
Leave me, I say.

Doth comfort thee in thy sleep; Live, and flourish! (King RICHARD retires into his tent.

Exeunt
RATCLIFF and CATESBY.

The Ghost of CLARENCE Tises.

Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-motron Richmond's tent opens, and discovers him and his Officers, fc.

I, that was wash'd to death with fulsome wine, Enter STANLEY.

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

To-morrow in the battle think on me, Stan. Fortune and victory set on thy helm! And fall thy edgeless sword ; Despair

, and die ! Richm. All comfort that the dark night can Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster,

afford Be to thy person, noble father-in-law!

The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee; Tell me how fares our loving mother?

Good angels guard thy battle! Live, and tourish! Stan. I, by attorney, bless thee from thy mother, Who prays continually for Richmond's good :

The Ghosts of RIVERS, GREY, and VAUGHAN FR So much for that. — The silent hours steal on, Riv. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morte, And flaky darkness breaks within the east. In brief, for so the season bids us be,

Rivers, that died at Pomfret! Despair, and die Prepare thy battle early in the morning;

Grey. Think upon Grey, and let thy sal da And put thy fortune to the arbitrement

spair!

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Vaugh. Think upon Vaughan ; and, with guilty | O, no: alas, I rather hate myself,
fear,

For hateful deeds committed by myself.
Let fall thy lance! Despair, and die ! -

I am a villain : Yet I lie, I am not.

[To King Richard. Fool, of thyself speak well: - Fool, do not flatter. All. Awake! and think, our wrongs in Richard's My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, bosom

[To RICHMOND. And every tongue brings in a several tale, Will conquer him; - awake, and win the day! And every tale condemns me for a villain.

Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree,
The Ghost of HASTINGS rises.

Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree ;
Ghost. Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake, All several sins, all us'd in each degree,

[To King Richard. Throng to the bar, crying all, - Guilty! guilty ! And in a bloody battle end thy days!

I shall despair. - There is no creature loves me; Think on lord Hastings; and despair, and die ! And, if I die, no soul will pity me:Quiet untroubled soul, awake, awake!

Nay, wherefore should they ? since that I myself

[T. RICHMOND. Find in myself no pity to myself. Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake! Methought, the souls of all that I had murder'd

Came to my tent: and every one did threat
The Ghosts of the two young Princes rise.

To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard.
Ghosts. Dream on thy cousins smother'd in the
Tower,

Enter RATCLIFF.
Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard,

Rat. My lord, And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death! K. Rich. Who's there? Thy nephews' souls bid thee despair, and die. Rat. Ratcliff, my lord; 'tis I. The early village Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake in

cock joy;

Hath twice done salutation to the morn; Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy! Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour. Live, and beget a happy race of kings!

K. Rich. O, Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fcarful Edward's unhappy sons do bid thee flourish.

dream!

What thinkest thou, will our friends prove all true ? The Ghost of QUEEN ANNE rises.

Rat. No doubt, my lord. Ghost. Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne K. Rich.

Rateliff, I fear, I fear, -thy wife,

Rat. Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of shadows. That never slept a quiet hour with thee,

K. Rich. By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Now fills thy sleep with perturbations :

Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard, To-morrow in the battle think on me,

Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers, And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair, and die ! Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond. Thou, quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep; It is not yet near day. Come, go with me;

[To RICHMOND. Under our tents I'll play the caves-dropper, Dream of success and happy victory;

To hear if any mean to shrink from me. Thy adversary's wife doth pray for thee.

[Exeunt King Richard and Ratcliff. The Ghost of BUCKINGHAM rises.

RICHMOND wakes. Enter OXFORD and others. Ghost. The first was I, that help'd thee to the Lords. Good morrow, Richmond. crown;

[To King RICHARD. Richm. 'Cry mercy, lords, and watchful gentlemen, The last was I that felt thy tyranny :

That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard here. 0, in the battle think on Buckingham,

Lords. How have you slept, my lord ? And die in terror of thy guiltiness !

Richm. The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death ;

dreams, Fainting, despair ; despairing, yield thy breath! That ever enter'd in a drowsy head," I died for hope, ere I could lend thee aid : Have I since your departure had, my lords.

(To RICHMOND. Methought, their souls, whose bodies Richard mur. But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay'd :

der'd, God, and good angels, fight on Richmond's side ; Came to my tent, and cried - On! victory! And Richard falls in height of all his pride. I promise you, my heart is very jocund [The Ghosts vanish. King RICHARD starts In the remembrance of so fair a dream. out of his dream.

How far into the morning is it, lords? K. Rich. Give me another horse, - bind up my Lords. Upon the stroke of four. wounds,

Richm. Wly, then 'tis time to arm, and give diHave mercy, Jesu! - Soft ; I did but dream.

rection. [He advances to the troops. O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! More than I have said, loving countrymen, The lights burn blae. - It is now dead midnight. The leisure and enforcement of the time Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. Forbids to dwell on : Yet remember this, What do I fear? myself? there's none else by : God, and our good cause, fight upon our side ; Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I.

The prayers of holy saints, and wronged souls, Is there a murderer here? No ;- Yes; I am: Like high-rear'd bulwarks, stand before our faces ; Then fly, - What, from myself? Great reason : Richard except, those, whom we fight against, Why?

Had rather have us win, than him they follow. Cost I revenge. What? Myself on myself? For what is he they follow? truly, gentlemen, love myself. Wherefore ? for any good,

A bloody tyrant, and a homicide; That I myself have done unto myself?

One rais'd in blood, and one in blood establish'd ;

him;

One that made means to come by what he hath, Nor. A good direction, warlike sovereign.
And slaughter'd those that were the means to help This found I on my tent this morning.

(Giving a scrouto A base foul stone, made precious by the foil

K. Rich. Jocky of Norfolk, be not too bold, [Reads. Of England's chair, where he is falsely set ;

For Dickon thy master is bought and solda One that hath ever been God's enemy :

A thing devised by the enemy. Then if you .fight against God's enemy,

Go, gentlemen, every man unto his charge : God will, in justice, ward you as his soldiers ; Let not our babbling dreams afright our souls ; If you do sweat to put a tyrant down,

Conscience is but a word that cowards use, You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain ;

Devis’d at first to keep the strong in awe; If you do fight against your country's foes, Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law. Your country's fat shall pay your pains the hire ; March on, join bravely, let us to't pell-mell ; If you do fight in safeguard of your wives,

If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell.Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors; What shall I say more than I have infer'd? If you do free your children from the sword, Remember whom you are to cope withal ;Your children's children quit it in your age

A sort of vagabonds, rascals, and run-aways, Then, in the name of God, and all these rights, A scum of Bretagnes, and base lackey peasants

, Advance your standards, draw your willing swords. Whom their o'er-cloy'd country vomits forth For me, the ransom of my bold attempt

To desperate ventures and assur'd destruction. Shall be this cold corpse on the earth's cold face; You sleeping safe, they bring you to unrest ; But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt

You having lands, and bless'd with beauteous wives, The least of you shall share his part thereof. They would restrain the one, distain the other. Sound, drums and trumpets, boldly and cheerfully; And who doth lead them, but a paltry fellow, God, and Saint George ! Richmond and victory! Long kept in Bretagne at our mother's cost?

(Exeunt. A milk-sop, one that never in his life Re-enter King Richard, Ratcliff, Attendants, Let's whip these stragglers o'er the seas again;

Felt so much cold as over shoes in snow? and Forces.

Lash hence these over-weening rags of France, X. Rich. What said Northumberland, as touch- | These famish'd beggars, weary of their lives; ing Richmond ?

Who, but for dreaming on this fond exploit, Rat. That he was never trained up in arms. For want of means, poor rats, had hang'd themselves

: K. Rich. He said the truth: And what said Surrey If we be conquer'd, let men conquer us, then ?

And not these bastard Bretagnes, whom our fathers Rat. He smil'd and said, the better for our purpose. Have in their own land beaten, bobb’d, and thump’d, K. Rich. He was i' the right; and so, indeed, it is. And, on record, left them the heirs of shame.

(Clock strikes. Shall these enjoy our lands ? lie with our wives? 1 Tell the clock there. - Give me a calendar.

Ravish our daughters ? — Hark, I hear their drum. Who saw the sun to-day?

[Drum afar of Rat.

Not I, my lord. Fight, gentlemen of England ! fight, bold yeornen! K. Rich. Then he disdains to shine ; for, by the Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head! book,

Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood; He should have brav'd the east an hour ago : Amaze the welkin with your broken staves ! A black day will it be to somebody. Ratcliff.

Enter a Messenger. Rat. My lord ?

What says lord Stanley ? will be bring his power ? K. Rich. The sun will not be seen to-day; Mess. My lord, he doth deny to come. The sky doth frown and lour upon our army. K. Rich. Of instantly with his son George's heal. I would, these dewy tears were from the ground. Nor. My lord, the cnemy is pass'd the marshi; Not shine to-day! Why, what is that to me, After the battle let George Stanley die. More than to Richmond ? for the self-same heaven, K. Rich. A thousand hearts are great within my That frowns on me, looks sadly upon him.

bosom :

Advance our standards, set upon our foes;
Enter NORFOLK.

Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George, Nor. Arm, arm, my lord; the foe vaunts in the Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons ! field.

Upon them! Victory sits on our helms. (Ezewa. K. Rich. Come, bustle, bustle; Caparison my horse;

SCENE IV. - Another Part of the Field. Call up lord Stanley, bid him bring his power : I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain,

Alarum : Excursions. Enter NORFOLK, and Fores! And thus my battle shall be ordered.

to him CATESBY. My forward shall be drawn out all in length, Cate. Rescue, my lord of Norfolk, rescue, rescue! Consisting equally of horse and foot;

The king enacts more wonders than a man,
Our archers shall be placed in the midst :

Daring an opposite to every danger;
John duke of Norfolk, Thomas Earl of Surrey, Hd horse is slain, and all on foot he fights,

1 Shall have the leading of this foot and horse. Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death : They thus directed, we ourself will follow

Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost!
In the main battle ; whose puissance on either side
Shall be well winged with our chiefest horse.

Alarum. Enter KING RICHARD. This, and Saint George to boot ! - What think'st K. Rich. A horse ! a bozse! my kingdom for a thou, Norfolk ?

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Cate. Withdraw, my lord, I'll help you to a horse. Richm. Inter their bodies as becomes their births.
K. Rich. Slave, I have set my life upon a cast, Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fled,
And I will stand the hazard of the die :

That in submission will return to us;
I think, there be six Richmonds in the field; And then, as we have ta'en the sacrament,
Five have I slain to-day, instead of him: - We will unite the white rose with the red : -
A horse ! a horse ! my kingdom for a horse ! Smile heaven upon this fair conjunction,

(Exeunt. That long hath frown'd upon their enmity!-
Alarums. Enter King Richard and RichMOND; England hath long been mad, and scarr’d herself ;

What traitor hears me, and says not, - amen ? and exeunt, fighting. Retreat, and flourish. Then The brother blindly shed the brother's blood, enler Richmond, STANLEY bearing the crown,

The father rashly slaughter'd his own son, wuh divers other L.ords, and Forces.

The son, compell’d, been butcher to the sire; Richm. God, and your arms, be prais'd, victo- All this divided York and Lancaster, rious friends;

Divided, in their dire division. The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead.

0, now let Richmond and Elizabeth, San. Courageous Richmond, well hast thou ac The true succeeders of each royal house, quit thee!

By God's fair ordinance conjoin together!
Lo, here, this long-usurped royalty,

And let their heirs, (God, if thy will be so,)
From the dead temples of this bloody wretch Enrich the time to come with smooth-fac'd peace,
Have I pluck'd off, to grace thy brows withal; With smiling plenty, and fair prosperous days !
Wear it
, enjoy it, and make much of it.

Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord,
Richm. Great God of heaven, say, amen, to all!. That would reduce these bloody days again,
But

, tell me first, is young George Stanley living? And make poor England weep in streams of blood !
Star. He is, my lord, and safe in Leicester town; Let them not live to taste this land's increase,
Whither, if it please you, we may now withdraw us. That would with treason wound this fair land's peace!

Rickm. What men of name are slain on either side? Now civil wounds are stopp'd, peace lives again ;
Stan. John duke of Norfolk, Walter lord Ferrers, That she may long live here, God say - Amen!
Sir Robert Brakenbury, and sir William Brandon.

(Exeunt.

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KING HENRY VIII.

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PERSONS REPRESENTED.

KING HENRY THE EIGHTH.

Three other Gentlemen. CARDINAL WOLSEY.

Doctor BUTTS, physician to the King.
CARDINAL CAMPEIUS.

Garter, King at Arms.
CAPUCIUS, Ambassador from the Emperor, Charles V. Surveyor to the Duke of Buckingham.
CRANMER, Archbishop of Canterbury.

BRANDON, and a Sergeant at Arms.
DUKE OF NORFOLK.

Door-keeper of the Council-Chamber. DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM.

Porter, and his man. DUKE OF SUFFOLK.

Page to Gardiner.
EARL OF SURREY.

A Crier.
Lord Chamberlain,
Lord Chancellor.

QUEEN KATHARINE, wife to King Henry, afterwards GARDINER, Bishop of Winchester,

divorced. BISHOP OF LINCOLN.

Anne Bullen, her Maid of Honour, afterwards LORD ABERGAVENNY,

Queen. LORD SANDS.

An old Lady, friend to Anne Bullen.
Sir HENRY GUILDFORD.

PATIENCE, woman to Queen Katharine.
Sir THOMAS LOVELL.
Sir ANTHONY DENNY.
Sir NICHOLAS Vaux.

Several Lords and Ladies in the Dumb Shor's; I Secretaries to Wolsey.

men attending upon the Queen; Spirits okai CROMWELL, servant to Wolsey.

appear to her; Scribes, Officers, Guards, and an GRIFFITH, Gentleman-Usher to Queen Katharine. Attendants.

SCENE, - chiefly in London and WESTMINSTER ; once at KIMBOLTON.

PROLOGUE.

I come no more to make you laugh; things now,
That bear a weighty and a serious brow,
Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe,
Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow,
We now present.

Those that can pity, here
May, if they think I well, let fall a tear;
The subject will deserve it. Such, as give
Their money out of hope they may believe,
May here find truth too. Those, that come to see
Only a show or two, and so agree,
The play may pass ; if they be still

, and willing,
I'll undertake, may see away their shilling
Richly in two short hours. Only they,
That come to hear a merry, bawdy play,
A noise of targets; or to see a fellow
In a long motley coat, guarded with yellow,

Will be deceiv'd : for, gentle hearers, know,
To rank our chosen truth with such a show
As fool and fight is, beside forfeiting
Our own brains, and the opinion that we bring,
(To make that only true we now intend,)
Will leave us never an understanding friend.
Therefore, for goodness' sake, and, as you are known
The first and happiest hearers of the town,
Be sad, as we would make you : Think, ye se
The very persons of our noble story,
As they were living ; think, you see them great.
And follow'd with the general throng, and swees,
Of thousand friends; then, in a moment, see
How soon this mightiness meets misery !
And, if you can be merry then, I'll say,
A man may weep upon his wedding day.

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