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Where, and what time, your m^esty shall please.
K, liich. Ay, thou wouldst be gone to join with
Richmond:
But 111 not trust thee

Stan, Most mighty sovereign,

fou have no cause to hold ray friendship douotful ;
I never was, nor never will be, false.
K, Bieh, Go, then, and muster men. But leave
behind
Tonr son, George Stani ey ; 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.

Mut. M^ gracious sovereign, now in Devonshire,
At I by friends am well advertised.
Sir Edward Courtney, and the haughty prelate
Bishop of Exeter, his elder brother,
With many more confederates, are in arms.

EinUr another Messenger.

8 Meis, In Kent, my liege, the Guilfords are
in arms;
And every hour more competitors
Plook to the rebels, and theur power grows strong.

Enter another Messenger.

3. Misa, My lord, the army of great Buck-
ingham —

JT. Rich, Out 03 ye, owls I nothing butsonffs of

death ? [He etrikeshim.

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

3 Mesa. The news I have to tell your majesty
Is,— that, by sudden floods and fall of waters,
Buckingham's army is dispersed and scatter'd;
and he himself wander'd away alone.
No man knows whither.

K, Rich. lory thee mercy:

There is my purse to cure that blow of thine.



KING RICHARD III.



Snter another Messenger.

AMeei. Sir Thomas Level, and lord Marquis
Dorset,
*Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms.
But this good comfort bring I to your highneti,—
The Bretagne navy is dispers'd by tempest :
Richmond, in Dorsetshire, sent out a boat
Unto the shore, to ask those on the banks
If they were his assistants, yea or no ;
Who answered him, they came from Buckingham
Upon his party: he, mistrnsting them,
Hois'd sail, and made his course again for Bretagne.

K. Rich, March on, march on, smce we are op
in arms ;
If not to fight vrith foreign enemies,
Tet to beat down these rebels here at home.

Enter Catesbt.

Oate, My liege, the Duke of Buckingham is
taxen.
That is the best news. That the Earl of Richmond
Is with a mighty power landed at Miltbrd,
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 y.— ^ Room in Lord Stanley's Howe,
Enter Stanley and Sir CHRiarroPHER Ubswick.

Stan, Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this from
me: —
That in the sty of this most bloody boar.
My son George Stanley is frank'd up in hold;
If I revolt, off goes youn^ George's head ;
The fear of that holds ofi my present old.
So, get thee gone ; commend me to thy lord.
Witball.say, that the queen hath heartily consented
He shall espouse Elizabeth her daughter.
But, tell me, where is princely Richmond now ?

Chris, At Pembroke, or at Ha rford-west, in
Wales.

Stan, What men of name resort to him ?

Ohrie. Sir Walter 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.



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That hi^ All-seer which I dallied with
Hath turned mj feigned prayer on my head,
And given in earnest what I begR*d in jest.
Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men
To tnm their own points on their masters' hosoms:
Thus Bfargaret's corse falls hear/ on my neck, —
'*When he,** qaoth she, **shaU split thy heart

with sorrow,
Remember Margaret was a nrophetess."—
Come, lead me, officers, to tne block of shame ;
Wrong hath bat wrong, and blame the doe of

blame. [Exeunt Bdokwoham, tie.

SCENE II.— Ham near Tamworth.

JBnter, vM drum andeolouri^ Kichmond, Oxford,
Sir James Bluvt, Sir WAiiTER Herbert, cmd
otherty with Forcei^ marching,

Richm. Fellows in arms, and my most loving
friends,
Bmis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny,
Thus far into the bowels of the land
Hare we march'd on without impediment;
And here reoeire we from our father Stanley
Lines of fair comfort and encoara^^ement.
The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar.
That spoiled your summer fields and fruitful vines,
Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his

trough
In your embowell*d bosoms,— this foul swine
Lies 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 GKkI's name, cheerlv on, courageous friends,
To reap the harvest of perpetual peace
By this one bloody trial of sharp war.

Oaf, Every man's oonscienoe is a thousand men.
To fight against this bloody homicide.

£«r6. I doubt not but his friends will turn to us.

BlmL He hath no ftiends but what are friends
for fear;
Which, in his dearest need, will fly from him.

Biehm. All for our vantage. Then, in Gk>d*s
name, march:
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings,
Rings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.

[Exeunt,

SCENE m.— Bosworth JFidd.

Enter King Richard and Forces; the Duke of
Norfolk, Earl of Surrey, and othen,

K, Bkk, Here pitch onr tent, even here in Bo*>
worth Field.
My lord of Surrey, why look you so sad ?
8ur, My heart is ten times lighter than ay

looks.
K, Bieh. My lord of Norfolkl
Nor, Here, most gracious liege.

K, Buk. Norfolk, we must have knocks : Hal

must we not?
Nor, Wemnstbothgiveandtake,mylovinglord.
K. Rick Up with my tent : Here will I lie
tonight;
[Soldien begin toeetupthe 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.
JT. Biek, Why, our battalia trebles that account :
Besides, the king's name it a tower of strength.
Which they upon the adverse faction want.
Up with the tent— Come, noble gentlemen,



KING RICHARD III.



Let us survey the vantage of the ground ^
Call for some men of sound direction :



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Let's lack no discipline, make no delay ;
For, lords, to-morrow is a busy day.



[SoDeunt,



Enter, on the other tide of ihe fidd^ Richmond, Sir
William Brabtdoh, Oxford, and other Lords.
Some of the Soldiers pUh Ridimond'b tent,

Bichm, The weary sun hath made a golden set^
And, by the bright track of his fiery oar.
Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.



Sir William Brandon, you shall hestr my standaro.
Give me some ink and paper in my tent ;—
111 draw the form and model of our battle.
Limit each leader to his several charge,
And part Iq 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 mv good night to him.
And by tne seoond hour in tne morning
Desire the earl to see me in my tent :
Yet one thing more, good captam, 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.

BicJim. If without peril it be possible.
Sweet Blunt, make some good means to speak with

him.
And give him from me this most needftil note.

Blunt, Upon my life, mjlord. 111 undertake it;
And so, God give you quiet rest to-night I

Biehm, GK>odnight,good Captain Blunt Come
gentlemen,
LiCt us consult upon to-morrow*8 business ;
In to my tent, the dew is raw and cold.

[7%ey withdraw into the tent,

Enter^ to his tent. King Richard, Norfolk,
Ratcufp, and Catbsbt.

K, Bieh, What is^t o'clock ?

Cate, It's supper-time, my lord ;

It's nine o'clock.

K, Bieh. I will not sup to-night

Give me some ink and paper.
What is my beaver easier than it was ?
Ahd all my armour laid into my tent ?

Cate, It is, my liege; and all things are in
readiness.

K. Bieh, Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge;
Use carefhl watch, choose trusty sentinels.

Nor, I go, my lord.

K. Bieh, Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle
Norfolk.

Nor, I warrant you, my lord. [Exit.

K, Bieh, Ratdiff !

Bat, My lord?

K, Bieh, Send out a pursuivant at arms

.To Stanley'^ regiment: bid him bring his power
Before sunrising, lest his son George fidl
Into the blind cave of eternal night
Fill me a bowl of wine. — Give me a watch I

[TbCATKSBT.

Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow.—
Look that my staves be sound, and not too heavy.
Ratdiffl

Bat, Mvlord?

K, Bieh, SawM thou the melancholy Lord
Northumberland ?

Bat, Thomas the Earl of Surrey, and himself.
Much ibottt oook-shut time, firom troop to troip^



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Went through the wrmj cheering up the soldiers.
E, lUch. So, I am satisfied. Giye me a bowl of
wine:
I hare not that alaerity of spirit,
Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have.
Set it down. — Is ink and paper ready ?
Bat It is, mj lord.

K. Ridu Bid my guard watch ; leave me.

Ratcliff, about the mid of night come to mj tent,
And help to arm me. — Leaye me. I saj.

[K. Richard rttires into nis tent. Exeunt
Ratolifp and Catesbt.

laomfOND's tent <ment, and discavere hm and kia
OflScer8,<£e.

Enter Staklbt. .

Stan. Fortune and victory sit on thy helm I

Rickm. All comfort that the dark night can afford
Be to thy person, noble father-in-law !
Tell me how fares our noble 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;
Ana put thy fortune to the arbitremeut
Of bloody strokes, and mortal-staring war.
I, as I may (that which I would I cannot).
With best aavanta^e will deceive the time.
Aid aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms :
But on thy side 1 may not be too forward,
Liest, being seen, thy brother, tender George,
t% executed in his nither'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
Onoe more, adieu : — Be valiant, and speed well !

Bkhm. GK>od lords, conduct him to his regiment :
111 strive, with troubled thoughts, to take a nap ;
Lest leaden slumber peize me down to-morrow.
When I should mount with wings of victory:
Onoe more, good night kind lords and gentlemen.
[Exeunt Lords, Ac with Stahlbt.
O Thov! whose captain I account myself.
Look on my forces with a gracious eye ;
Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath,
That they 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 I
To thee I do commend my watchful soul,
Ere I let fall the windows of mine e^res ;
Sleeping and waking, O, defend me still ! [Sleepe,

The Ghost of Prince Edward, eon to Hbnbt the
Sixth, rites between the two tents.

QhotL Let ma sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow I
[To King Richard.
Think, how thou 8tabb*st me in my prime of youth
At Tewksbury : Despair, therefore, and die ! —

Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wronged souls
Of botcher'd princes fi^ht in thy behalf :
King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thee.

The Ghost of King Hemrt the Sixth riaee,

OkoeL When I was mortal, my anointed body
[7b King Richard.
By thee was pimohod full of deadly holes :
'rhink on the Tower and me: Despair and die;
flarry the Sixth bids thee despair and die I^



KING RICaBLARD III.



Yirtnons and holy, be thon oonquerorl

[TbRiCRiL
Harry, that prophesied thou shouldst be king.
Doth comfort thee in thy sleep : Live and flourish^

The Ghost of Clarence nset.

GhotL Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrowi
[7b King Richard.
I, that was wash'd to death with fulsome wine.
Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death (
To-morrow in the battle think on me,
And fall thy edgeless sword : Despair and die I—*

Thon ofi^ring of the house of Lancaster,

[YbRiouM.
The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee ;
G^od angels guard thy battle I Live and flourish I

!rhe Ghosts of RmsBS, Grbt, am^YAuaHAN riee.

Bio. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow,
[Tb K. Rich.
Rivers, that died at Pomfiret I Despair and die I
€hreu. Think upon Grey, and let thy soul despair I
[Tb K. Rich.
Vaugh. Think upon Yaughan; ana, with guilty
fear.
Let fall thy lancet Despair and diet [7*oK. Rich.
AU. Awake I and think, our wrongs in Richard's
bosom [7b Righm.

Will conquer him ; — awake and win the day I

The Ghost of Hastinos ritee.
Ohoet. Bloody and g^ty, guiltily awake,



[Tb K. Rich.



And in a bloody battle end thy days .
Think on Lord Hastings ; and despair and diel-
Quiet, untroubled soul, awake, awake!



r7bRiCHM.
glai



Arm, fight, and conquer, for (air England's sake I
The Ghosts of the two young Princes rtss.

Ohoste. Dream on thy cousins smothered in the
Tower.
Let us be laid within thy bosom, Richard,
And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death I
Thy nephews' souls bid thee aespair and die !

Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake in joy ;
GK>od anffels guard thee from the boar's annoy !
Live, and beget a happy race of kings I
Edward's unhappy sons do bid thee flourish.

Ute Ghost of Queen Aitne rieee.

Qhoat, Richard, thy vrife, that wretched Anna
thy wife,
That never slept a quiet hour with thee.
Now fills thy sleep with perturbations :
To-morrow m the battle think on me.
And fall thjr edgeless sword : Despair and die I—

Thou, quiet soul, sleep thou a qmet sleep;

[ToRiehm,
Dream of success and happy victory ;
Thy adversary's wife doth pray for thee.

The Ghost of Buokinoham riaee.

Ghoet. The first was I that helped thee to the
crown: [7b K. Rich.

The last was I that felt thy tyranny:
O, in the battle think on Buckingham,
And die in terror of thy guiltiness I
Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death I
Fainting, despair ; despairing, yield thy breath I

I died for hope, ere i coulof lend thee aid ;

[TbRiCHM
Bat cheer thy heart, jmd be thou not dismaY'd<



KING RICHARD TH



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God and good angeb fight on Richmond^ ^^®i.
And Richard fall in height of all his pride. [ The
Ghosts vaniah. K. Rich. atarU out o/kia dream,
K, Bich. Give me another horse, — ^bind np m7
wounds, —
Have mercy, Jesu I^Soft ; I did but dream.

coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me I
The lights bum blue.— It is now dead midnight.
Gold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh.
What, do I fear myself? there^ none else by :
Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I.

Is there a murtberer here ? No ; — Yes ; I am :
Then fly^-What, from myself? Great reason:

Why?
Lest I revenge. What? Myself upn myself?
Alack, I love myself. Wherefore r for any good
That I myself have done unto myself?
O, no : alas, I rather hate mvself.
For hateful deeds committed by myseli.

1 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,
Hurther, stem murther, in the dir'st degree ;
All several sins, all used in each degree,
Throng to the bar, crying all,— Guilty I guilty I
I shall d.-spair. — There is no creature loves me;
And if I die, no soul shall pity me: —
Nay. wherefore should they? since that I myself
Fina in myself no pity to myselC
H ethought, the souls of all that I had murther'd
Came to my tent: and every one did threat
To-morrow^ vengeance on the head of Richard.

^h^RATOLIFV.

Bat, My lord I

K, Rich, Who's there? [cock

Jiat. ltatcliff,mylord; tisl. The early village
Hath twice done salutation to the mom^
Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour.

[K. Bich. O, Ratoli£^ I have dream'd a fearftil
dream!—
What thinkest thou, will our friends proTeall true ?

Bat, No doubt, my lord.]

Jf. Bich, Ratcliff, I fear, I fear,—

BcU, Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of shadows.

K, Bich, 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. dome, go with me ;
Under our tents 111 play the eavesdropper,
To hear if anv mean to shrink from me.

[£kceunt King Richard and Batcluv.

BiOHM ON D wahea. Enter Oxfobd and oihera.
Lords. Good morrow, Richmond, [men,

Bichm, 'Cry mercy, lords, and watchful urentler



Bichm, Why, then, 'tis tim« to arm, and give
direction. — [He advancea to the troopa.
More than 1 have said, loving countrpnen,
The leisure and enforcement of tlie tmie
Forbids to dwell upon : 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 fisLces ;
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 m blood, and one in blood established;
One that made means to come by what he hath,
And slaughtered 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 ;
If you do fight against your country's foes.
Your country's fat shall pay your pains the hire;
If you do fight in safeguard of your wives,
Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors;
If you do free your children from the sword.
Your children's children auit it in your age.
Then, in the name of God, and all these rights.
Advance your standards, draw your willmg

swords :
For me, the ransom of my bold attempt
Shall be this cold corpse on the earth's cold fiuje ;
But if 1 thrive, the gain of my attempt
The least of you shall share his part thereof^
Sound, dmms and trumpets, boldly and cheerfully*
God and Saint George I Richmond and victory I

[EaoeunL

Be^aUer Kmg Richard, Ratcliff, Attendants,
and Forcea,
K, Bidi, What said Northumberland, as touch-
ing Richmond?
Rat, That he was never trained up in arms.
K, Bich, He said the troth: And what said
Surrey then? [pose:

Bat, He smiVd and said, the better for our pur-
K. Bich, He was i' the right ; and «o, indeed, it
ia. [CUxkatnkea,

Tell the dock there.— Give me a calendar.-
Who saw the sun to-day? , ,

Bat. Not I, my lord.

K. Bich, Then he disdains to shine ; for, by the
book,
He should have brav'd the east an hour ago :
A black day will it be to somebody.-
Ratcliff,—
Bat. My lord? .„ ^ s. :»

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Aiid thus my battle shall bo ordered.
II7 foreward shall be drawn ont all in length,
Consisting equally of horse and foot ;
Oar archers shall be placed in the midst :
John dake of Norfolk, Thomas earl of Surrey,
Shall hare the leading of the foot and horse.
Thev thus directed, we ourself will follow
In the main battle j whose puissance on either side
Shall be well winged with our chiefest horse.
This, and Saint George to boot I— What think'st
thou, Norfolk?
Nor. A good direction, warlike sovereign.
This found I on my tent this morning.

[Qicing a scroll,
K Bieh. [Reads,] " Joeky of Norfolk, be not

80 bold.
For Dickon tliv master is bought and sold.**
A thing devised by the enemy. —
Go, gentlemen, every man unto his charge :
Let not oar babbling dreams affright our souls ;
Conscience is but a word that cowards use,
Devised at first to keep the strong in awe ;
Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law.
March on, join bravely, let us to't pell-mell ;
If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell.
What shall I say more than I have inferred ?
Remember whom vou have to cope withal ;—
A sort of vagabonds, rascals, and runaways,
A scum of Bretagnes, and base lackey peasants,
Whom their o'er-cloyed country vomits forth
To desperate ventures and assured destruction.
Tou sleeping safe, they bring yon to unrest;
Yoa having hmds, and bless'd with beauteous

wives.
They would restrain the one, distain the other.
And who doth/lead them but a paltry fellow,
Lonj^ kept in Bretagne at our mother's cost ?
A milksop, one that never in his life
Felt so much cold as over shoes in snow ?
Let's whip these stragglers o'er the seas again ;
Lash hence these overweening rags of France,
These famished beg^s, weary of their lives ;
Who, but for dreammg on this fond exploit.
For want of means, poor rats, had bang'd them-
selves.
If we be oonqner'd, let men conquer us,
And not these bastard Bretagne«<, whom our fathers
Have in their own land beaten, bobb'd,and thump'd.
And. on record, left them the heirs of shame.
Shall these enjoy our lands ? lie with our wives ?
Ravish our daughters ?— Hark, I hear their drum.
[Drum afar off.
Fight, gentlemen of England I fight boldly, yeomen I
Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head I
Spur your proud horses liard, and ride in blood;
Amaze the welkin with your broken staves I

Enter a Messenger.

What says Lord Stanley? will he bring his power?

JtfeM. My lord, he doth deny to come.

K. Hicfu Off with his son George's head !

Nor. My lord, the enemy is pasn'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 oar foes ;
Dor ancient word of courage, fair St. George,
Inapire us with the spleen of fiery dragons!
Upoo thoiB t Victory sits on oar helms.

[Exeunt,



KING RICHARD IIL



SCENE IV.— ilttoefter FOriofihe Fidd.

AUmem: Excmrdcnu. Enter Norfolk, and Forces i
to him Catesbt.

Cate, Rescue, my lord of Norfolk,re8Cue,rescaoI
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 ;
Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost I

Alarum. Enter King Richard.
K. Bidi, A horse 1 a horse! my kingdom for a

horse I
Cate. Withdraw, my lord, HI help you to a horse.
K, Rich. Slave, I have set mv life upon a cast,
And I will stand the hazard of the die:
I think there be fix Uichmonds in the field;
Five have I slain to-day, instead of him :
Ahorse! ahorsel my kingdom for a horse I [Fiat,

Alarums. Enter King Richard and Richmond *,
iheyfy/ht; Richard i» dain.

Retreat and flourvh. Then enter Richmond,
Stanlbt hearing the eroum^ vfith divers other
harda^ and Forces.

Ric^un, God, and your arms, be pnis*d, vic-
torious friends ;
The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead.

Stan, Courageous Richmond, well hast thou
acquit thee I
Lo, here, these long-usurped rovalties,
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.

JHchm, Great God of Heaven, say. Amen, to all!
But, tell me, is young George Stanley living?

Stan. He is, my lord, and safe in Leicester town ;
Whither, if you please, we may withdraw as.

Rickm. W nat men of name are slain on either side?

Stan, John duke of Norfolk, Walter lord Ferrers,
Sir Robert Brakenbury, and Sir William Brandon.

Rii^im. Inter their bodies as becomes their births.
Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fled
That in submission will return to us ;
And then, as we have ta'en the sacrament,
We will unite the white rose and the red ;
Smile Heaven apon this fair conjunction.
That long hath frown'd upon their enmityt
What traitor hears me, and sajrs not,— Amen ?
England hath long been mad, and scarred herself,
The brother blindly shed the brother's blood.
The father rashly slaughtered his own son.
The son, oompell*d, been butcher to the sire*
All this divided York and Lancaster,
Divided, in their dire division.
0, now let Richmond and Elizabeth,
The true sucoeeders of each royal house.
By God's fair ordinance conjoin together I
And let their heirs (God, if they will be so)
Enrich the time to come with smooth-fac'a peace!
With smiling plenty, and fair prosperous days !
Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord,
That would reduce these 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 treason wound this fair iandls pcaoe
Now civil wounds are stopp'd, peace live* again ;



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