His horfe is flain, and all on foot he fights,

Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death:
Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is loft!

Alarum. Enter King RICHARD.

K. Rich. A horfe! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! Cate. Withdraw, my lord, I'll help you to a horse. K. Rich. Slave, I have fet my life upon a cast, And I will ftand the hazard of the die : 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 horse!

[Exeunt.

Alarums. Enter King RICHARD and RICHMOND; and exeunt fighting. Retreat, and flourish. Then enter RICHMOND, STANLEY, bearing the crown, with diver's other Lords, and Forces.

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

The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead.

Stan. Courageous Richmond, well haft thou acquit thee! Lo, here, this long ufurped royalty,

From the dead temples of this bloody wretch
Have I pluck'd off, to grace thy brows withal;
Wear it, enjoy it, and make much of it.

Richm. Great God of heaven, fay, amen, to all!But, tell me first, is young George Stanley living? Stan. He is, my lord, and safe in Leicester town; Whither, if it please you, we may now withdraw us. Richm. What men of name are flain on either fide? Stan. John duke of Norfolk, Walter lord Ferrers, Sir Robert Brakenbury, and fir 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 heaven 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 fcarr'd herself;
The brother blindly shed the brother's blood,
The father rafhly slaughter'd his own son,
The fon, compell'd, been butcher to the fire
All this divided York and Lancaster,
Divided, in their dire divifion.-
O, now, let Richmond and Elizabeth,
The true fucceeders of each royal house,
By God's fair ordinance conjoin together!
And let their heirs, (God, if thy will be fo,)
Enrich the time to come with fmooth-fac'd peace,
With fmiling plenty, and fair profperous days!
Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord,
That would reduce thefe bloody days again,
And make poor England weep in streams of blood!
Let them not live to taste this land's increase,

That would with treafon wound this fair land's peace!
Now civil wounds are ftopp'd, peace lives again;

That the may long live here, God fay-Amen! [Exeunt.

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