Alarum. Enter King Richard and Richmond, they fight, Richard is flain. Retreat, and Flourish. Enter Richmond, Derby 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. Derby. Couragious Richmond, well haft thou acquit thee: Lo, here these long ufurped Royalties, From the dead Temples of this bloody Wretch, Have I pluckt off, to grace thy Brows withal, Wear it, and make use of it. Richm. Great God of Heaven, say Amen to all. But tell me, is young George Stanley living? Derby. He is, my Lord, and fafe in Leicester Town; Richm. What Men of Note are flain on either Side? That in Submiffion will return to us: O now let Richmond and Elizabeth, The true Succeeders of each Royal House, That That would reduce thefe bloody Days again, That would with Treafon wound this fair Land's Peace. [Exennt. |