What canst thou swear by now?
K. Rich. The time to come.
Q. Eliz. That thou hast wronged in the time
o'erpast ;
For I myself have many tears to wash
Hereafter time, for time past wrong'd by thee.
The children live whose fathers thou hast
slaughter'd,
Ungovern'd youth, to wail it with their age ;
The ]iarents live whose children thou hast
butcher'd,
Act IV Scene 4
Old baiTen plants, to wail it with their age.
Swear not by time to come ; for that thou hast
Misus'd ere us'd, by times ill-us'd o'erpast.
K. Rich. As I intend to prosper and repent,
So thrive I in my dangerous affairs
Of hostile arms ! myself myself confound !
Heaven and fortune bar me happy hours !
Day, yield me not thy light, nor, night, thy rest !
Be opposite all planets of good luck
To my proceeding, if, with dear heart's love,
Immaculate devotion, holy thoughts,
I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter 1
In her consists my happiness and thine ;
Without her follows to myself and thee.
Herself, the land, and many a Christian soul.
Death, desolation, ruin, and decay :
It cannot be avoided but by this ;
It will not be avoided but by this.
Therefore, dear mother, — I must call you so, —
Be the attorney of my love to her.
Plead what I will be, not what I have been ;
Not my deserts, but what I will deserve :
Urge the necessity and state of times.
And be not peevish* found in great designs. [fooUsh
Q. Eliz. Shall I be tempted of the devil thus ?
K.Rich. Ay, if the devil tempts thee to do good.
Q. Eliz. Shall I forget myself to be myself ?
K. Rich. Ay, if your self's remembrance
wrong yourself.
Q. Eliz. But thou didst kill my children.
K. Rich. But in your daughter's womb I bury
them.
Where in that nest of spicery they shall breed
Selves of themselves, to your recomfortiuv.
Q. Eliz. Shall I go win my daughter to thy will?
K. Rich. And be a happy mother by the deed.
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Q. Eliz. I go. — Write to me very shortly,
And you shall understand from me her mind.
K. Rich. Bear her my true love's kiss, and so
farewell. — [Exit Queen Elizabeth.
Relenting fool, and shallow, changing woman ! —
How now ! what news ?
Enter Ratcliff ; Catesby following.
Rat. Most mighty sovereign, on the western
coast
Rideth a puissant navy ; to our shores
Throng many doubtful hollow-hearted friends,
Unarm'd, and unresolv'd to beat them back.
'Tis thought that Richmond is their admiral ;
And there they hull, expecting but the aid
Of Buckingham to welcome them ashore.
K. Rich. Some light-foot friend post to the
Duke of Norfolk ; —
Ratcliff, thyself,— or Catesby ; where is he ?
Cate. Here, my good lord.
K. Rich. Catesby, fly to the duke.
Cate. I will, my lord, with all convenient haste.
K. RicJi. Ratclilf, comehither. PosttoSalisbury;
When thou com'st thither,— Dull, unmindful
villain, [To Catesby.
Why stay'st thou here, and go'st not to the duke ?
Cate. First, mighty liege, tell me your high-
ness' pleasure.
What from your grace I shall deliver to him.
K. Rich. O, true, good Catesby. Bid him
levy straight
The greatest strength and power he can make.
And meet me suddenly at Salisbury.
Cate. I go. [Exit.
Rat. What, may it please you, shall I do at
Salisbury ?
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K. Rich. Why, what wouldst thou do there
before I go ?
Rat. Your highness told me I should post
before.
Enter Stanley.
K. Rich. My mind is chang'd.— Stanley, what
news with you !
Stan. None good, my liege, to please you with
the hearing ;
Nor none so bad but well may be reported.
K. Rich. Heyday, a i-iddle ! neither good nor
bad?
What need'st thou rvin so many miles about
When thou mayst tell thy tale the nearest way ?
Once more, what news ?
Stan. Richmond is on the seas.
K. Rich. There let him sink, and be the seas
on him,
White-liver'd runagate ! What doth he there ?
Sta7i. I know not, mighty sovereign, but by
guess.
K. Rich. Well, as you guess ?
Stan. Stirr'd up by Dorset, Buckingham, and
Morton,
He makes for England, here to claim the crown.
K. Rich. Is the chair empty ? is the sword
unsway'd ?
Is the king dead? the empire unpossess'd?
What heir of York is there alive but we ?
And who is England's kingbutgreat York's heir?
Then, tell me, what makes he upon the seas?
Stan. Unless for that, my liege, I cannot guess.
K. Rich. Unless for that he comes to be your
liege.
You cannot guess wherefore the Welshman
comes ?
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Tho\x wilt revolt and fly to him, I fear.
Sfaji. No, my good lord ; therefore mistrust
me not.
K. Rich. Where is thy power, then, to beat
him back ?
Where be thy tenants and thy followers ?
Are they not now upon the western shore.
Safe-conducting the rebels from their ships ?
Stall, No, my good lord, my friends are in the
north.
K. Rich. Cold friends to me ! What do they
in the north
When they should serve their sovereign in the
west ?
Stnyi. They have not been commanded, mighty
king.
Pleaseth your majesty to give me leave,
I'll muster \ip my friends and meet your grace
Where and what time your majesty shall please.
K. Rich. Ay, thou wouldst be gone to join
with Richmond ;
But I '11 not trust thee.
Stall. Most mighty sovereign.
You have no cause to hold my friendship
doubtful.
I never was nor never will be false.
K. Rich. Go, then, and muster men ; but leave
behind
Your son, George Stanley. Look your heart be
firm,
Or else his head's assurance is but frail.
Stan. So deal with him as I prove true to you.
[Exit Stanley.
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. My gracious sovereign, now in Devon-
shire,
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As I by friends am well advertised,
Sir Edward Courtney and the haughty prelate,
Bishop of Exeter, his elder brother,
With many moe confederates, are in anns.
Enter another Messenger.
2nd Mess. In Kent, my liege, the Guildfords
are in arms ;
And every hour more competitors
Flock to the rebels, and their power growsstrong.
Enter a third Messeyiger.
3rd Mess. My lord, the army of great Bucking-
ham —
K. Rich. Out on ye, owls ! nothing but songs
of death ? [He strikes him.
There, take thou that, till thou bring better news.
3rd Mess. The news I have to tell your majesty
Is, that by sudden floods and fall of waters
Buckingham's army is dispers'd and scatter'd,
And he himself wander'd away alone,
No man knows whither.
K. Rich. I cry thee mercy ;
There is my purse to cure that blow of thine.
Hath any well-advised friend proclaim'd
Reward to him that brings the traitor in ?
3rd Mess. Such proclamation hath been made,
my lord.
Enter a fourth Messenger,
ith Mess. Sir Thomas Lovel and Lord Marquis
Dorset,
'Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms ;
But this good comfort bring I to your highness :
The Breton navy is dispers'd by tempest.
Richmond, in Dorsetshire, sent out a boat
Unto the shore, to ask those on the banks
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If they were his assistants, yea or no ;
Whoanswer'd him, they came from Buckingham
Upt)n his party: he, mistrusting them,
Ilois'd sail and made his course again for Brit-
tany.
K. Rich. March on, march on, since we are up
in arms ;
If not to fight with foreign enemies,
Yet to beat down these rebels here at home.
Enter Cateshy.
Cate. My liege, the Duke of Buckingham is
taken ;
That is the best news : that the Earl of Richmond
Is with a mighty power landed at Milford
Is colder news, but yet they must be told.
K. Rich. Away towards Salisbury ! while we
reason here
A royal battle might be won and lost. —
Some one take order Buckingham be brought
To Salisbury ; the rest march on with me.
[Exeunt.
Scene 5. — Lord Stanley's House.
Enter Stanley arul Sir Christopher Ursrvirk.
Stan. Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this from
me :
That in the sty of the most deadly boar
My son George Stanley is frank'd up in hold :
If I revolt, off goes young George's head ;
The fear of that holds off my present aid.
So, get thee gone ; commend me to thy lord.
Withal, say that the queen hath heartily con-
sented
He should espouse Elizabeth her daughter.
But, tell me, where is princely Richmond now ?
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Chris. At Pembroke, or at Hertford West, in
Wales.
Stan. What men of name resort to him ?
Chris. SirWalter Herbert, a renowned soldier;
Sir Gilbert Talbot, Sir William Stanley ;
Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, Sir James Blunt,
And Rice ap Thomas, with a valiant crew,
And many other of great name and worth :
And towards London do they bend their power,
If by the way they be not fought withal.
Stan. Well, hie thee to thy lord ; I kiss his
hand:
My letter will resolve him of my mind.
Farewell. [Exeunt.
ACTV.
Scene 1.— Salisbury. An open Place.
Enter the Sheriff and Guard, with Bucking-
ham, led to execxUion,
Buck. Will not King Richard let me speak
with him ?
Sher. No, my good lord ; therefore be patient.
Buck. Hastings, and Edward's children. Grey,
and Rivers,
Holy King Henry, and thy fair son Edward,
Vaughan, and all that have miscarried
By underhand corrupted foul injustice.
If that your moody discontented souls
Do through the clouds behold this present hour,
Even for revenge mock my destruction ! —
This is All-Souls' day, fellow, is it not ?
Shei'. It is.
Btick. Why, then AU-Sovils' day is my body's
doomsday.
This is the day which, in King Edward's time,
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I wish'd might fall on me when I was found
False to his children or his wife's allies ;
This is the day wherein I wish'd to fall
J>y the false faith of liiin whoni most I trusted;
This, this All-Souls' day to my fearful soul
Is the determin'd respite of my wrongs.
That high All-Seer which I dallied with
Hath tui-n'd my feigned prayer on my head,
And given in earnest what I hegg'd in jest.
Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men
To turn their own points in their masters'
bosoms ;
Thus Margaret's curse falls heavy on my neck :
'When he,' quoth she, 'shall split thy heart
with sorrow,
Remember Mai'garet was a prophetess.' —
Come, lead me, officers, to the block of shame ;
Wrong iiath but wrong, and blame the due of
bhime. [E.reiint Buck, and Officers.
Scene 2. — A Plain near Tamworth.
Enter Richmond, O.vford, Blunt, Herbei^t, and
otJiers, with drum and colo^irs.
Richm. Fellows in arms, and my most loving
friends,
Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny,
Thus far into the bowels of the land
Have we march'd on without impediment ;
And here receive we from our father Stanley
Lines of fair comfort and encoui-agement.
The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar.
That spoil'd your stmimer fields and fruitful
vines,
Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes
his trough
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In your embowell'd bosoms, â €” this foul swine
Is now even in the centre of this isle,
Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn ;
From Tamworth thither is but one day's march.
In God's name, cheerly on, courageous friends,
To reap the harvest of perpetual peace
By this one bloody trial of sharp war.
Oxf. Every man's conscience is a thousand
men,
To fight against this guilty homicide.
Her. I doubt not but his friends will turn to us.
Blunt. He hath no friends but what are friends
for fear.
Which in his dearest need will fly from him.
Richm. All for our vantage. Then, in God's
name, march.
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's
wings ;
Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures
kings. \Exeunt,
Scene 3. — Bosworth Field.
Enter King Richard in arms, with Norfolk,
Surrey, and others.
K. Rich. Here pitch our tents, even here in
Bosworth field.—
My Lord of Surrey, why look you so sad ?
Sur. My heart is ten times lighter than my
looks.
K. Rich. My Lord of Norfolk, —
Nor. Here, most gracious liege.
K. Rich. Norfolk, we must have knocks ; ha !
must we not ?
Nor. We must both give and take, my loving
lord.
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K. Rich. Up with my tent ! here will I lie to-
night ;
[iSoldierfi begin to set up the King's tent.
But where to-morrow ? Well, all 's one for that.
Who hath descried the number of the traitors ?
Nor. Six or seven thousand is their utmost
power.
K. Rich. Why, our battalion trebles that
account ;
Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength,
Which they upon the adverse faction want.
Up with the tent !— Come, noble gentlemen.
Let us survey the vantage of the ground. —
Call for some men of sound direction.
Let's lack no discipline, make no delay.
For, lords, to-morrow is a busy day. [Exeunt.
Enter, on the other side of the field, Richmond,
Sir William Brandon, Blunt, Oxford, and
others. Some of the Soldiers pitch Rich-
mond's tent.
Rich. The weary sun hath made a golden set,
And by the bright track of his fiery car
Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.
Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my stand-
ard.
Give me some ink and paper in my tent ;
I '11 draw the form and model of our battle.
Limit each leader to his several charge.
And part in just proportion our small power. —
My Lord of Oxford, you, Sir William Brandon,
And you. Sir Walter Herbert, stay with me.
The Earl of Pembroke keeps his regiment ;
Good Captain Blunt, bear my good night to him,
And by the second hour in the morning
Desire the earl to see me in my tent.
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Yet one thing more, good captain, do for me ;
Where is Lord Stanley quarter'd ? do you know ?
Blunt. Unless I have mista'en his colours
much,
Which well I am assur'd I have not done.
His regiment lies half a mile at least
South from the mighty power of the king.
Richm. If without peril it he possihle,
Sweet Blunt, make some good means to speak
with him.
And give him from me this most needful note.
Blunt. Upon my life, my lord, I '11 \indertake it ;
And so, God give you quiet rest to-night !
Richm. Good night, good Captain Blunt. —
Come, gentlemen,
Let us consult upon to-morrow's business.
In to my tent 1 the dew is raw and cold.
[They xoithdraiv into the tent.
Enter, to his tent. King Richard, Norfolk,
RatcUff, and Cateshy.
K. Rich. What is't o'clock?
Cate. It's supper time, my lord ;
It's nine o'clock.
K. Rich. I will not sup to-night.
Give me some ink and paper.
What, is my beaver easier than it was ?
And all my armour laid into my tent ?
Cate. It is, my liege ; and all things are in
readiness.
K. Rich, Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge.
Use careful watch, choose trusty sentinels.
Nor. I go, my lord.
K. Rich. Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle
Norfolk.
Nor. I warrant you, my lord. [Eacit.
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K. Rich. Catesby !
Cate. I\Iy lord ?
K. Huh. Send out a pursuivant-at-amis
To Stanley's regiment ; bid him bring his power
Before sun-rising, lest his son George fall
Into the blind cave of eternal night.
[Exit Catesby.
Fill me a bowl of wine. Give me a watch.
Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow.
Look that my staves be sound, and not too
heavy. —
Ratcliif !
Bat. My lord?
K. Rich. Saw'st thou the melancholy Lord
Northumberland ?
Rat. Thomas the Earl of Surrey, and himself,
Much about cock-shut time,* from troop to (twiUght
troop
Went through the ai-my, cheering up the
soldiers.
A'. Rich. So ; I am satisfied. Give me a bowl
of wine ;
I have not that alacrity of spirit.
Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have. —
Set it down. Is ink and paper ready ?
Rat. It is, my lord.
A'. Rich. Bid my guard watch. Leave line.
Ratcliff, about the mid of night come to my tent
And help to arm me. Leave me, I say.
[Exeunt Ratcliff and the other attendants.
Enter Stanley to Richmond m his tent. Lords
and others attending.
Stan. Fortime and victory sit on Ihy helm 1
Richm. All comfort that the dark night can
afford
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Be to thy person, noble father-in-law !
Tell me how fares our loving mother ?
Stan. I, by attorney, bless thee from thy
mother,
Who prays continually for Richmond's good ;
So much for that. The silent hours steal on,
And flaky darkness breaks within the east.
In brief, for so the season bids us be,
Prepare thy battle early in the morning.
And put thy fortune to the arbitrement
Of bloody strokes and mortal-staring war.
I, as I may, — that which I would I cannot, —
With best advantage will deceive the time,
And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms %
But on thy side I may not be too forward.
Lest, being seen, thy brother, tender George,
Be executed in his father's sight.
Farewell. The leisure and the fearful time
Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love
And ample interchange of sweet discourse
Which so long sunder'd friends should dwell
upon.
God give us leisure for these rites of love I
Once more adieu. Be valiant, and speed well 1
Richni. Good lords, conduct him to his
regiment.
I '11 strive, with ti^oubled thoughts, to take a nap,
Lest laden slumber peize* me down to- [weigh
morrow.
When I should mount with wings of victory.
Once more good night, kind lords and gentle-
men. [Exeunt all hut Richmond.
O Thou, whose captain I account myself.
Look on my forces with a gracious eye ;
Put in their hands thy bruising irons* of [weapom
wrath,
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Kini;' llicrliiird III
That tlicy may crush down with a heavy fall
The usurping helmets of our adversaries I
Make us thy ministers of chastisement,
That we may praise thee in thy victory !
To thee I do commend my watchful soul,
Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes ;
Sleeping and waking, O, defend me still ! [Sleeps.
The Ghost of Prince Edivard, son to Henry the
Sixth, ajjpears between the ttco tents.
Ghost. [To Richard.] Let me sit heavy on thy
soul to-morrow !
Think how thou stab'dst me in my prime of
youth
At Tewksbury ; despair, therefoi-e, and die 1
[To Richmond.] Be cheerful, Richmond, for
the wronged souls
Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf ;
King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thee.
The Ghost of Henry the Sixth appears.
Ghost. [To Richard.] When T was mortal, my
anointed body
By thee was punched full of deadly holes.
Think on the Tower and me ; despair and die !
Harry the Sixth bids thee despair and die.
[To Richmond.] Virtuous and holy, be thou
conqueror !
Harry, that prophesied thou shoiUdst be king.
Doth comfort thee in sleep ; live and flourish !
The Ghost of Clarence appears.
Ghost. [To Richard.] Let me sit heavy on thy
soul to-niori'ow !
I, that was wash'd to death with fulsome wine.
Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death 1
To-morrow in the battle think on me,
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And fall thy edgeless sword 1 Despair and die I
[To Richmmul.] Thou offspring of the house
of Lancaster,
The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee ;
Good angels guard thy battle ! Live and flourish !
The Ghosts of Rivers, Grey, and Vaiighan
appear.
Riv. [To Richard.] Let me sit heavy on thy
soul to-morrow,
Rivers, that died at Pomfret ! Despair and die 1
Grey. [To Richard.] Think upon Grey, and
let thy soul despair !
VaugJi. [To RicJiard.] Think upon Vaughan,
and with guilty fear
Let fall thy lance ! Despair and die !
All. [To Richviond.] Awake! and think our
w^rongs in Richard's bosom
Will conquer him. Awake, and win the day !
The Ghost of Hastings appears.
Ghost. [To Richard.] Bloody and guilty,
guiltily awake.
And in a bloody battle end thy days !
Think on Lord Hastings ! Despair and die !
[To Richmond.] Quiet untroubled soul, awake,
awake 1
Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake !
The Ghosts of the two young Princes appear.
Ghosts. Dream on thy cousins smother'd in
the Tower ;
Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard,
And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death!
Thy nephews' souls bid thee despair and die ! —
Sleep. Richmond, sleep in peace and wake in
joy;
Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy !
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Live and beget a happy race of kings !
Edward's unhappy sons do bid thee flourish.
The Ghost of Queen Anne appears.
Ghost. Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne,
thy wife,
That never slept a quiet hour with thee,
Now fills thy sleep with perturbations ;
To-morrow in the battle think on nie,
And fall thy edgeless sword I Despair and die !
[ To Richmond.] Thou, quiet soul, sleep thou a
quiet sleep ;
Dream of success and happy victory !
Thy adversary's wife doth pray for thee.
The Ghost of Buckingham appears.
Ghost. [To Richard.] The first was I that
help'd thee to the crown ;
The last was I that felt thy tyranny.
O, in the battle think on Buckingham,
And die in terror of thy guiltiness !
Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death :
Fainting, despair ; despairing, yield thy breath !
[ To Richmond. ] I died for hope ere I could lend
thee aid ;
But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay 'd !
God and good angels fight on Richmond's side ;
And Richard fall in height of all his pride !
[The Ghosts vanish. King Richard
starts out of his dream.
K. Rich. Give me another horse ! bind up my
wounds !
Have mercy, Jesu ! Soft ! I did but dream.
O, coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me !
The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight.
Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh.
What, do I fear myself ? there 's none else by :
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Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I.
Is there a murtherer here ? No. —Yes, I am :
Then fly.— What, from myself? Great reason
why,
Lest I revenge. What ! myself upon myself ?
Alack, I love myself. Wherefore ? for any good
That I myself have done unto myself ?
O, no ! alas, I rather hate myself
For hateful deeds committed by myself !
I am a villain ; yet I lie, I am not.
Fool, of thyself speak well. Fool, do not flatter.
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
And every tale condemns me for a villain.
Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree,
Murther, stern murther, in the dir'st degree,
All several sins, all us'd in each degree.
Throng to the bar, crying all ' Guilty ! guilty ! '
I shall despair. There is no creature loves me ;
And if I die, no soul shall pity me.
Nay, wherefore should they, since that I myself
Find in myself no pity to myself?
Methought the souls of all that I had murther'd
Came to my tent, and every one did threat
To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard.
Enter Ratcllff,
Rat. My lord,—
K. Rich. 'S\Tio 's there ?
Rat. Ratcliff, my lord ; 'tis I. The early
village cock
Hath twice done salutation to the morn ;
Your friends are up, and buckle on their armovu-.
K. Rich. O Ratcliff ! I have dream'd a fearful
dream.
What thinkest thou ? will our friends prove all
true ?
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Rat. No doubt, my lord.
K. Rich. O Rutcliff ! I fear, I fear,—
Rat. Nay, pood my lord, be not afraid of
shadows.
K. Rich. By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night
Have struck more terror to the Soul of Richard
Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers,
Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond.
It is not yet near day. Come, go with me :
Under our tents I '11 play the eavesdropper,
To hear if any mean to shrink from me.
[Exeunt.
Enter Oxford and others to Richmond in
his tent.
Lords. Good morrow, Richmond.
Richni. Cry mercy, lords, and watchful gentle-
men,
That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard here.
Lords. How have you slept, my lord ?
Richm. The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding
dreams
That ever enter'd in a drowsy head,
Have I since your departure had, my lords.
Methought their souls, whose bodies Richard
murther'd.
Came to my tent, and cried on victory !
I promise you my heart is very jocund
In the remembrance of so fair a dream.
How far into the morning is it, lords?
Lords. Upon the stroke of four.
Richni. Why, then, 'tis time to arm, and give
direction.
His oration to his Soldier's.
More than I have said, loving countrymen,
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The leisure and enforcement of the time
Forbids to dwell on : yet remember this, —
God and our good cause fight upon our side ;
The prayers of holy saints and wronged souls,
Like high-rear'd bulwarks, stand before our
faces.
Richard except, those whom we fight against
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 establish'd ;
One that made means to come by what he hath,
And slaughter'd those that were the means to
help him ;
A base foul stone, made precious by the foil
Of England's chair, where he is falsely set ;
One that hath ever been God's enemy.
Then, if you fight against God's enemy,
God will in justice ward you as his soldiers.
If you do sweat to put a tyrant down,
You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain ;