Safe-conduling the rebels from their mips ?

STA. No, my good lord, my friends are in the north.

Ric. Cold friends to me : What do they in the north,
When they ihould ferve their fovereign in the weft ?

STA. They have not been commanded, mighty king:
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I'll mufter up my friends ; and meet your grace,
Where, and what time, your majefty (hall please.

Ric. Ay, ay, thou wouldft be gone, to- join with

Richmond:
I will not truft you, fir.

STJ. Moft mighty fovereign,
You have no cause to hold my friendfhip doubtful ;
I never was, nor never will be, falfe. [behind

Ric. Well, go, mufter thymen. But, hear you, leave
Your fon, George Stanley : look your heart be firm,
Or elfe his head's aflurance is but frail.

STA. So deal with him, as I prove true to you. [Exit.
Enter a Meflenger.

Me/. My gracious fovereign, now in Devonjbire,
As I by friends am well advertised,
Sir Edward Courtney, and the haughty prelate,
Bifhop of Exeter, his elder brother,
With many more confederates, are in arms.
Enter another Meflenger.

2. M. In Kent, my liege, the Guilfords are in arms ;
And every hour more competitors

Flock to the rebels, and their power grows ftrong.
Enter another Meflenger.

3. Af. My lord, the army of great Buckingham"
Ric. Out on ye, owls ! nothing but fongs of death !

There, take thou "["that, till thou bring better news.

\_ftriking him.

3. A/. The news I have to tell your majefty,
Is, that, by fudden floods and fall of waters,
Buckingham's army is difperf 'd and fcatter'd ;
And he himfelf wander'd away alone,
No man knows whither.



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Ric. O, I cry you mercy:
There is^ my purfe, to cure that blow of thine.
Hath any well-advised friend proclaim'd
Reward to him that brings the traitor in ?

3. M. Such proclamation hath been made, my lord.

Enter another MefTenger.

4. M. Sir Thomas Lovel, and lord marquifs Dorftt,
'Tis faid, my liege, in Torkjhire are in arms.

But this good comfort bring I to your highnefs,

The Breton navy is difperf'd by tempeft :

Richmond, in Dorfetjbire, fent out a boat

Unto the more, to afk those on the banks,

If they were his afiiftants, yea, or no ;

Who anfwer'd him, they came from Buckingham

Upon his party : he, miftrufting them,

Hoif 'd fail, and made his courfe again for Bretagne,

Ric. March on, march on, fince we are up in arms j
If not to fight with foreign enemies,
Yet to beat down these rebels here at home.
Enter GATES BY.

C*r. My liege, the duke of Buckingham is taken,
That is the beft news ; That the earl of Richmond
Is with a mighty power landed at Mi/ford,
Is colder news, but yet it muft be told.

Ric. Away towards Salisbury ; while we reason here,

A royal battle might be won and loft :

Some one take order, Buckingham be brought

To Salisbury; the reft march on with me. [Exeunt.

SCENE V. Tbt/ame. J Room in Lord Stanley 'sHoufe.

Enter STANLEY, and URSWICK.
STJ. Sir Chrifiopber, tell Richmond this from me :

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That, in the fty of this molt bloody boar 1 ,
My fon George Stanley is frank'd up in hold ;
If I revolt, off goes young George's head;
The fear of that withholds my present aid.
But, tell me, where is princely Richmond now ?

VRS. At Pembroke, or at Harford-tveft, in Walet*

S?A. What men of name resort to him ?

URS. Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned foldierj
Sir Gilbert Talbot, anU fir William Stanley,
Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, fir James Blunt,
And ''rice ap Thomas, with a raliant crew ;
And many other of great fame and worth :
And towards London do they bend their courfe,
If by the way they be not fought withal.

STA. Well, hie thee to thy lord; commend me to him J
Tell him, the queen hath heartily confented
He (hall efpouse Elizabeth her daughter.
Those"]" letters will resolve him of my mind.
Farewel. [Exeunt, federally.



v.

SCENE I. Salisbury. An open Place.

Enter BUCKINGHAM, to Execution j Sheriff,

and Guard, <witb him.

Euc. Will not king Richard let me fpeak with him ?

She. No, my good lord; therefore be patient.

Euc. Hajlings, and Edward's children, Rivers, Grey,
Holy king Henry, and thy fair fon Edward,
faughan, and all that have mifcarried
By underhand corrupted foul injuftice;

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If that yonr moody difcontented fouls
Do through the clouds behold this present hoar,
Even for revenge mock my deftrudion !
This is M-fouli day, fellows, is it not ?

She. Jt is, my lord.

Sue. Why, then^/A/W/ day is my body's dooms-day.
This is the day, which, in king Edward's time,
I wifli'd might fall on me, when I was found
Falfe to his children, or his wife's allies :
This is the day, wherein I wifli'd to fall
By the falfe faith of him whom moft I trufted ;
This, this All-fonti day to my fearful foul,
Is the determin'd refpit of my wrongs :
That high All-feer whom I dally'd with,
Hath turn'd my feigned prayer on my head,
And given in earn^ft what I beg'd in jeft.
Thus doth he force the fwords of wicked men
To turn their own points on their matters' bosoms :
Thus Margaret's curfe falls heavy on my neck,
When he, quoth fhe, Jhall jplit thy heart with forrcne,
Remember Margaret nuas a prophete/s. _
Come, firs, convey me to the block of fhame;
Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame.

[Exit, guarded.

SCENE II. /!>/</, war Tamworth.
Enter, 'with Drum and Colours, HENR Y.Etfr/o/ r Richmond,
and Forces, marching ; Earl of 'Ox FORD, Sir] ames BLUNT,

Sir Walter HERBERT, and Others, about him.
HEN. Fellows in arms, and my moft loving friends,
Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny,
Thus far into the bowels of the land

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Have we march'd on without impediment ;

And here receive we from our father Stanley

Lines of fair comfort and encouragement.

The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar,

That fpoils your fummer fields, and fruitful vines,

Swills your warm blood like wafli, and makes his trough

In your embowel'd bosoms, this foul fwine

Lies now even in the center of this isle,

Near to the town of Leicefter, as we learn :

From TamiMorth thither, is but one day's march :

In God's name, chearly on, courageous friends,

To reap the harveft of perpetual peace

By this one bloody trial of fharp war.

OXF . Every man's confcience is a thousand fwords,
To fight againft that bloody homicide.

HER. I doubt not, but his friends will turn to us.

BL u. He hath no friends, but who are friends for fear;
Which, in his deareft need, will fly from him.

HEN. All forourvantage.Then.inGod'sname.march:
True hope is fwift, and flies with fwallow's wings ;
Kings it makes Gods, and meaner creatures kings.

[Exeunt, marching.

S CENE III. A Field by Bosworth.
Drums. Enter King RICHARD, and Forces ; Duke

^NORFOLK, Earl ^SURREY, and Others.
Ric. Here pitch our tent, \tofonu Officers.] even here

in Bowortb field. _
My lord of Surrey, why look you fo fad ?

SUR. My heart is ten times lighter than my look*.
7?/c. My lord of Norfolk,
NOR. Here, mofl gracious liege.

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Ric.

NOR. We muft both give and take, my loving lord.

Ric. Up with my tent : [Tent Jet up.] Here will I

lye to-night ;

But where, to-morrow? Well, all's one for that.
Who hath defcry'd the number of the traitors ?

NOR. Six or feven thousand is their utmoft power.

Ric. Why, our battalion trebles that account :
Befides, the king's name is a tower of flrength,
Which they upon the adverfe faftion want. __
Up with the tent. Come, noble gentlemen,
Let us furvey the vantage of the ground ; _
Call for fome men of found direction : _
Let's lack no difcipline, make no delay;
For, lords, to-morrow is a busy day. [Exeunt.

Drums. Enter ; on the other Side of the Field,
Soldiers o/"Richmond'j Army, and Jet up his Tent :

Then, Enter HENRY, BLUNT, Oxford, Herbert,
Sir William Brandon, and Others.

HEN. The weary fun hath made a golden fet,
And, by the bright track of his fiery car,
Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow. _
Sir William Brandon, you fhall bear my flandard. _
Give me fome ink and paper in my tent; _
I'll draw the form and model of our battle,
Limit each leader to his feveral charge,
And part in juft proportion our fmall power. _
My lord of Oxford, you, fir William BranJon, _
And you, fir Walter Herbert, flay with me : _
The earl of Pembroke keeps his regiment; _
Good captain Blunt, bear my good night to him,
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Desire the earl to fee me in my tent : ~~*

Yet one thing more, good captain, do for me;

Where is lord Stanley quarter'd, do you know?

BLU. Unlefs I have mifta'en his colours much,
(Which, well I am aflur'd, I have not done)
His regiment lies half a mile at lead
South from the mighty power of the king.

HEN. If without peril it be poffible,
Sweet Blunt, make fome good means to fpeak with him,
And give him from me this moil needful ^ note.

BLU. Upon my life, my lord, I'll undertake it;
And fo, God give you quiet reft to-night!

HE:I. Good night, good captain Blunt. [Exit BLU.

Come, gentlemen,

Let us confult upon to-morrow's businefs;
In to my tent, the air is raw and cold. [Exeunt,

Enter, to his Tent, King RICHARD, NORFOLK,
RATCLIFF, and CATESB*.

Ric. What is't o'clock ?

CAT. It's fupper-time,, my lord;
It's nine o'clock.

Ric. I will not fup to-nighfc
What, is my beaver easier than it was ?
And all my armour lay'd into my tent ?

CAT. It is, my liege ; and all things are in readinefs.

Ric. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge, atoa?;
Use careful watch, choose trulty centinels.

NOR. I go, my lord.

Ric. Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle Norfolk.

WOK. 1 warrant you, my lord. [Exit NOR.

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114- Richard III.

Ric. Send out a purfuivant at arms
To Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his power
Before fun-rising, left his fon George fall
Into the blind cave of eternal night.
FU1 me a bowl of wine : [to Cat.] Give me a watch :
Saddle white Surrey for the field to- morrow :
Look that my ftaves be found, and not too heavy. _
Ratcliff,-

RAT. My lord?

Ric. Saw'ftthou the melancholy lord Northumberland?

RAT. Thomas the earl of Surrey, and himfelf,
Much about cock-fhut time, from troop to troop
Went through the army, cheering up the foldiers.

Ric. I am fatiffy'd. Give me a bowl of wine :
J have not that alacrity of fpirit,
Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have.

\Wine brought.
So, fet it down. Is ink and paper ready ?

RAT. It is, my lord.

Ric. Bid my guard watch, and leave me.
About the mid of night, come to my tent
And help to arm me, Ratcltf. Leave me, I fay.

[Exeunt RAT. and CA T .

Richmond'/ Tent opens \ difcovering him, and his
Friends, conferring : to them, STANLEY.

SfA. Fortune and victory fit on thy helm!

HEN. All comfort that the dark night can afford
Be to thy perfon, noble father-in-law!
Tell me, how fares it toit|> our loving mother ?

S-TA. I, by attorney, blefs thee from thy mother,
Who prays continually for Richmond's good :
So much for that. The filent hours fteal on,

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And flaky darknefs breaks within the eaft.
In brief, for fo the feason bids us be,
Prepare thy battle early in the morning ;
And put thy fortune to the arbitrament
Of bloody ftrokes, and mortal-fearing war.
I, as I may, (that which I would, I cannot)
With beft advantage will deceive the time,
And aid thee in this doubtful mock of arms:
But on thy fide I may not be too forward,
Left, being feen, thy tender brother George
Be executed in his father's fight.
Farewel : the leisure and the fearful time
Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love,
And ample enterchange of fweet difcourfe,
Which fo long fundred friends mould dwell upon ;
God give us leisure for these rites of love!
Once more, adieu : Be valiant, and fpeed well !

HEN. Good lords, condudl him to his regiment :
I'll llrive, with troubl'd thoughts, to take a nap ;
Left leaden {lumber peize me down to-morrow,
When I mould mount with wings of victory:
Once more, good night, kind lords and gentlemen.

[Exeunt Lor Js, Sec. with STAULEY.
O thou, whose captain I account myfelf,

[going tmuardt a Couch, and kneeling*
Look on my forces with a gracious eye ;
Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath,
That they may crufh down with a heavy fall
The usurping helmets of our adverfaries ;
Make us thy minifters of chaftisement,
That we may praise thee in the victory!
To thee I do commend my watchful foul,

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Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes;
Sleeping, and waking, o defend me ftill !

[throws bimfelf upon the Couch, andfuefri.
Lightning, and bolloiv Sounds. Suddenly,
is/ten rising, between the Tents, the Ghoji of Prince

Edward, Son to Henry tbefextb.
EDW. Let me fit heavy on thy foul to-morrow!

[to Richard, fitting ajleep in his Chair.
Think, how thou ftab'dft me in my prime of youth
At Teiuksbury ; Defpair therefore, and die ! _

Be chearful, Richmond; for the wronged fouls
Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf:
King Henrys iflue, Richmond, comforts thee.

Ghoji of Henry thejixth rises.
Hf.n. When 1 was mortal, my anointed body
By thee was punched full of Dealilg holes :
Think on the tower, and me; Defpair, and die;
Henry the fixth bids thee defpair and die ! _

Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror!
Harry, th^t prophefy'd thou fhould'ft be king,
Doth comfort thee in deep ; Live t|)OU, and flourifh!

Ghoji of Clarence rises.

CLA. Let me fit heavy on thy foul to-morrow;
I, that was wafh'd to death with fulfom wine,
Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death !
To-morrow in the battle think on me,
And fall thy edgelefs fword ; Defpair, and die ! _

Thou off-fpring of the houfe of lancajier,
The wronged heirs of Tork do pray for thee ;
Good angels guard thy battle! live, and flourifh?
Ghojts of Rivers, Grey, and Vaughan, rise.
Riv. Let me fit heavy on thy foul to-morrow,

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Rivers, that dy'd at Pomfret ! Defpair, and die ! '

GRE. Think upon Grey, and let thy foul defpair!

VAV. Think upon Vaughan ; and, with guilty fear,
Let fall thy Iwrtlcfo lance, defpair, and die ! _

all. Awake ; and think, our wrongs in Richard's

bosom

Will conquer him ; awake, and win th,e day !
Ghofl o/'Haftings rises.

HAS. Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake;
And in a bloody battle end thy days !
Think on lord Ha/lings; arrtJ defpair, and die !

Quiet untroubl'd foul, awake, awake ;
Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's fake !
Gbojis of the t^wo young Princes rise.

Pri. Dream on thy cousins fmother'd in the tower;
Let us be lay'd within thy bosom, Richard,
And weigh thee down to ruin, fhame, and death!
Thy nephews' fouls bid thee defpair and die

Sleep, Richmond, fleep in peace, and wake in joy;
Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy 1
Live, and beget a happy race of kings !
Edward's unhappy fons do bid thee flourifh.
Ghojt of Lady Anne rises.

ANN . Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy wife,
That never flept a quiet hour with thee,
Now fills thy fleep with perturbations :
To-morrow in the battle think on me,
And fall thy edgelefs fword ; Defpair, and die !

Thou quiet foul, fleep thou a quiet fleep;
Dream of fuccefs and happy viftory;
Thy adverfary's wife doth pray for thee.

Ghpjl ^Buckingham rises. t



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Sue. The firft was T, that help'd thee to the crown ;
The laft was I, that felt thy tyranny :
O, in the battle think on Buckingham,
And die in terror of thy guiltinefs !
Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death ;
Fainting, defpair; defpairing, yield thy breath !_

I dy'd forfook, ere I could lend thee aid :
Bat cheer thy heart, and be thou not difmay'd:
God, and good angels, fight on Richmond's fide;
And Richard falls in height of all his pride.

[Lightning ; and the Gbofts iiani/b.

Ric. Give me anotherhorfe, bind up my wounds,

[parting 'wildly out ofhii Sleep.
Have mere y t jej*. f Soft; I did but dream.

coward confcience, how doft thou afflidl me ! _
The lights burn blue. Is it not dead midnight?
Cold fearful drops ftand on my trembling flefli.
What do I fear? myfelf? there's none elfe by:
Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.

Is there a murtherer here ? No ; Yes, I am :

Then fly, What, from myfelf? Great reason : Why ?

Left I revenge. Myfelf upon myfelf?

1 love myfelf. Wherefore ? for any good,
That I myfelf have done unto myfelf?
O, no : alas, I rather hate myfelf,

For hateful deeds committed by myfelf.

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

Fool, of thyfelf fpeak well : Fool, do not flatter.

My confcience hath a thousand feveral tongue*,

And every tongue brings in a feveral tale,

And every tale condemns me for a villain :

Perjury, perjury, in the bigheft degree;

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Richard III. 119

Murther, ftern murther, in the dir'ft degree;
All feveral fins, all us'd in each degree,
Throng to the bar, crying all Guilty! guilty!
I fhall defpair. There is no creature loves me ;
And, if I die, no foul (hall pity me :
Nay, wherefore mould they ? fince that I myfelf
Find in myfelf no pity to myfelf.
Methought, the fouls of all that I have murther'd
Came to my tent; and every one did threat
To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard.
Enter RATCLIFF.

RAT. My lord,

Ric. 'Zouns, who is there ? \flarting.

RAT. My lord, 'tis I : The early village cock
Hath twice done falutation to the morn ; '
Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour.

Ric. O, Rate/if, I have dream'd a fearful dream !
What thinkeft thou ? will our friends prove all true ?

RAT. No doubt, my lord.

Ric. Ratcliff, I fear, I fear.

RAT. Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of madowi.

Ric. By the apoftle Paul, fhadows to-night
Have ftrook more terror to the foul of Richard,
Than can the fubftance of ten thousand foldiers,
Armed in proof, and led by mallow 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 ftirink from me. [Extunj.
Richmond 'wakes. Enter OXFORD, and
Others, to him.

OXF. Good morrow, Richmond.

JJfN. 'Cry mercy, lords, and watchful gentlemen,

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izo Richard III.

That you have ta'en a tardy fluggard here.

OXF. How have you flept, my lord ?

Hstf. The fweeteft fleep, and faireft-boding dreams
That ever enter'd in a drowzy head,
Have I fince your departure had, my lords.
Methought, their fouls, whose bodies Richard murther'd,
Came to my tent, and cry'd on vidlory :
I promise you, my heart is very jocund
In the remembrance of fo fair a dream.
How far into the morning is it, lords ?

i. L. Upon the ftroke of four.

HEN. Why, then 'tis time to arm, and give direction.
[arms, and comes forth.
More than I have faid, loving countrymen,

[to hu Trsops ; ^ucbo noiv gather about the Tent*.
The leisure and enforcement of the time
Forbids to dwell upon : Yet remember this,
God, and our good cause, fight upon our fide ;
The prayers of holy faints, and wronged fouls,
Like high-rear'd bulwarks, ftand before our faces.;
Richard except, those, whom we fight againft,
Had rather have us win, than him they follow.
For what is he they follow ? truly, gentlemen,
A bloody tyrant, and a homicide ;
One rais'd in blood, and one in blood eftablifh'd;
One that made means to come by what he hath,
And flaughter'd those that were the means to help him;
A bafe foul ftone, made precious by the foil
Of England's chair, where he is falfely fet j
One that hath ever been God's enemy :
Then, if you fight againft God's enemy,
God will, in julHce, ward you as his foldiecs,;

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If you do fweat to put a tyrant down,
You fleep in peace, the tyrant being flain;
]f you do fight againft your country's foes,
Your country's fat (hall pay your pains the hire;
If you do fight in fafe-guard of your wives,
Your wives fhall welcome home the conquerors ;
If you do free your children from the fword,
Your children's children quit it in your age.
Then, in the name of God, and all these rights,
Advance your ftandards, draw your willing fwords :
For me, the ranfom of my bold attempt
Shall be this cold corpfe on the earth's cold face;
But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt
The leaft of you (hall (hare his part thereof.
Sound, drums and trumpets, boldly, chearfully ;
God, and faint George.' Richmond, and victory !

[Shouts, Sec. and Exeunt.
Re-enter RICH AID, and R A T c L i F F ; Attendants,

and Forces, tuith them. [mond?

Ric. What faid Northumberland, as touching Rich-

RAT. That he was never trained up in arms.

Ric. He faid the truth : And what faid Surrey then ?

RAT, He fmil'd and faid, the better for our purpose.

Ric. He was i'the right ; and fo, indeed, it is.

(Clock Jlriktt.

Tell the clock there. Give me a kalendar.__
Who faw the fun to-day ?

RAT. Not I, my lord.

Ric. Then he difdains to mine ; for, by the book,
He mould have brav'd the eaft an hour ago :
A black day will it be to fomebody. _
Ratc/ife,

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RAT. My lord ?

Ric. The fun will not be feen to-day;
The fky doth frown, and lour upon our army.
I would, these dewy tears were from the ground.
Not fhine to-day ! Why, what is that to me,
More than to Richmond? for the felf-fame heaven,
That frowns on me, looks fadly upon him.

Enter NORFOLK, and Others, ha/lily.

NOR. Arm, arm, my lord ; the foe vaunts in the field.

Ric. Come, buftle, buftle ; _ Caparifon my horfe; _
Call up lord Stanley, bid him bring his power : _
I will lead forth my foldiers to the plain,
And thus my battle (hall be ordered.
My foreward fhall be drawn out all in length,
Confifting equally of horfe and foot ;
Our archers fhall be placed in the midft :
"John duke of Norfolk, Thomas earl of Surrey,
Shall have the leading of this foot and horfe.
They thus directed, we ourfelf will follow
In the main battle; which, on either fide,
Shall be well winged with our chiefeft horfe. [ftt?
This,andfaintG>rg*to boot, What think'ft thou, Nor-

KOR. A good direction, warlike fovereign.
This ^ paper found I on my tent this morning.

Ric. Jockey of Norfolk, be not too bold; \reads.

Far Dickon thy majltr is bought and fold.
A thing devised by the enemy. [throws it awaj.
Go, gentlemen, every man unto his charge :
Let not our babbling dreams affright our fouls;
For confcience is a word that cowards use,
Devis'd at firft to keep the ftrong in awe ;
Our ftrong arms be our confcience, fwords our law.

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March on, join bravely, let us to't pell-mell ,-
If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell._
What ihall I fay more than I have infer'd ?

[turning t his Troops*

Remember whom you are to cope withal ;
A fort of vagabonds, rafcals, runaways ;
A fcum of Bretons, and bafe lackey peasants,
Whom their o'er-cloyed country vomits forth
To defperate 'ventures and affur'd deltruclion :
You fleeping fafe, they bring you to unreft ;
You having lands, and bleft with beauteous wives,
They would diftrain the one, diftain the other.
And who doth lead them, but a paltry fellow,
Long kept in Bretagne at our brother's colt?
A milk -fop, one that never in his life
Felt fo much cold as over fhoes in mow ?
Let's whip these ftraglers o'er the feas again ;
La(h hence these over-weaning rags of France,
These famifh'd beggars, weary of their lives ;
Who, but for dreaming on this fond exploit,
For want of means, poor rats, had hang'd themfelves :
If we be conquer'd, let men conquer us,
And not these baftard Bretons ; whom our fathers
Have in their own land beaten, bob'd, and thump'd,
And, on record, left them the heirs of fhame.
Shall these enjoy our lands ? lye with our wives ?
Ravim our daughters . ? Hark, 1 hear their drum.

[Drum afar sf.

Fight, gentlemen of England ! fight, bold yeomen !
Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head !
Spur your proud horfes hard, and ride in blood ;
Amaze the welkin with your broken Haves !_

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Enter a Meflenger.
What fays lord Stanley? will he bring his powef ?

Mef. My lord, he doth deny to come to potu

Ric. Offinflantlp with his fon Georgis head.

NOR. My lord, the enemy is paft the marflij
After the battle let George Stanley die.

Ric. A thousand hearts are great within my bosom :
Advance our ftandards, fet upon our foes ;
Our ancient word of courage, fair faint George,
Infpire us with the fpleen of fiery dragons !
Upon them ! Viftory fits on our helms.

[Drums, and Exeunt.

SCE NE IV. Another Part of the field.