Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard,
Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers,
Arm'd all in proof, and led by shallow Richmond.
It is not yet near day. Come, go with me;
Under our tents I'll play the eaves-dropper,
To hear, if any mean to shrink from me.

[Exeunt King Richard and Ratcliff.

RICHMOND wakes.

Enter OXFORD and Others.

Lords. Good morrow, Richmond.

slept, my lord?

Have you

Richm. The sweetest sleep, and fairest boding

dreams,

Have I since your departure had, my lords.

Methought, their souls, whose bodies Richard mur

der'd,

Came to my tent, and cried,--On! victory!—

How far into the morning is it, lords?

Lords. Upon the stroke of four.

Richm

'Tis time to arm.

[He advances to the troops.

More than I have said, loving countrymen,
The leisure and enforcement of the time
Forbids to dwell on: Yet remember this,
God, and our good cause, fight upon our side.
Then, in the name of God, and all our rights,
Advance your standards, draw your willing swords!
For me, the ransom of my bold attempt

Shall be this cold corse on the earth's cold face;
But if I thrive, the gàin of my attempt

The least of you shall share his part thereof.
Sound, drums and trumpets, boldly, cheerfully;
God, and Saint George! Richmond and victory!

[Exeunt.

Re-enter King RICHARD, RATCLIFF, Attendants,

and Forces.

K. Rich. Who saw the sun to-day?

Rat.

Not I, my lord.

K. Rich. Then he disdains to shine; for, by the

book,

He should have brav'd the east an hour ago.

Not shine to-day? Why what is that to me
More than to Richmond? for the self-same heaven,
That frowns on me, looks sadly upon him.
Enter NORFOLK.

Nor. Arm, arm, my lord! the foe vaùnts in the field.
K. Rich. Come, bustle, bustle; Caparison my

horse;

Call up Lord Stanley, bid him bring his power:
I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain;
Our archers in the midst. What think'st thou, Norfolk?

Nor. A good direction, warlike sovereign.

This paper found I on my tent this morning.

[Giving a scroll.

K. Rich. Jocky of Norfolk be not so bold. [Reads.
For Dickon thy master is bought and sold.
A thing devised by the enemy.

Go, gentlemen, go each man unto his charge:
Remember whom you are to cope withal;
A scum of Bretagnes, rascals and runaways,
Whom their o'er-cloyed country vomits forth.
To desperate adventures and destruction.
Let's whip these stragglers o'er the seas again;
Lash hence these over-weening ràgs of France.
If we be conquer'd, let mèn conquer us,
And not these bastard Bretagnes,
Have in their own land beaten.

whom our fathers Hark, 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!

Enter a Messenger.

What says Lord Stanley? will he bring his power? Mess. My lord, he doth deny to come.

K. Rich. Off instantly with his son George's head! Nor. My lord, the enemy is pass'd the marsh; After the battle let George Stanley die.

K. Rich. A thousand hearts are great within my bosom:

Advance our standards, set upon our foes;
Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George,
Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons!
Upon them! Victory sits on our helms. [Exeunt.

Another part of the Field.

Alarum. Excursions. Enter NORFOLK, and Forces, to him CATESBY.

Catesby.

ESCUE, my lord of Norfolk ! rescue, rescue!

The king enacts more wonders than a man,

Daring an opposite to every danger;

His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights,
Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death.

Alarum. Enter King RICHARD.

K. Rich. A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!

Cate. Withdraw, my lord, I'll help you to a horse.

K. Rich. Slave, I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die.

I think, there be six Richmonds in the field;
Five have I slaìn to-day, instead of him :—
A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!

[Exeunt.

Alarums. Enter King RICHARD and RICHMOND ; they fight; RICHARD is slain. Retreat and flourish. Then enter RICHMOND, STANLEY bearing the Crown, with divers other Lords and Forces.

Richm. God, and your arms, be prais'd, the day is ours.

Stan. Courageous Richmond, well hast thou acquit thee!

Lo, here, these long usurped royalties,

Have I pluck'd off, to grace thy bròws withal;
Wear it, enjoy it, and make much of it.

Richm. But, tell me, first, is young George Stanley living?

Stan. He is, my lord, and safe in Leicester town. Richm. Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fled, That in submission will return to us;

We will unite the white rose and the red:
Smile, Heaven, upon this fair conjunction,
That long hast frown'd upon their enmity!—
Enrich the time to come with smooth-fac'd peace,
With smiling plenty, and fair prosperous days!
Now civil wounds are stopp'd, peace lives again ;
That she may long live here, say we—Amen.

[Exeunt.

KING HENRY THE

EIGHTH.