I'll draw the form and model of our battle, Sweet Blunt, make some good means ) to speak with him, And give him from me this most needful note. Let us consult upon to-morrow's business; Come, [They withdraw into the Tent. Give me a watch:-) || My lord? K. Rich. Saw'st thou the melancholy lord Northumberland? 10) Rat. Thomas the earl of Surrey, and himself, Much about cock-shut time, 11) from troop to troop, Went through the army, cheering up the soldiers. K. Rich. I am satisfied. 12) Give me a bowl of wine: I have not that alacrity of spirit, Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have. RICHMOND's Tent opens, and discovers him and his Officers, &c. Enter STANLEY. Stan. Fortune and victory sit on thy helm! Richm. All comfort that the dark night can afford, Be to thy person, noble father-in-law! Tell me, how fares our loving mother? - Stan. I, by attorney, 15) 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. 16) I, as I may, (that which I would, I cannot,) With best advantage will deceive the time, 17) 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! Once more, adieu: Be valiant, and speed well! Richm. Good lords, conduct him to his regiment: I'll strive, with troubled thoughts, to take a nap; Lest leaden slumber peise me down to-morrow, 18) When I should mount with wings of victory: Once more, good night, kind lords and gentlemen. [Exeunt Lords, &c. with STANLEY. O Thou! 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! 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! The Ghost of Prince EDWARD, Son to HENRY the Sixth, rises between the two Tents. Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow! [To King RICHARD. Think, how thou stab'dst me in my prime of youth At Tewksbury; Despair therefore, and die! Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wronged souls Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf: King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thee. [Sleeps. The Ghost of King HENRY the Sixth rises. By thee was punched full of deadly holes: [TO RICHMOND. Harry, that prophecy'd thou should'st be king, 1o) Doth comfort thee in thy sleep; Live, and flourish! The Ghost of CLARENCE rises. K. Rich. Bid my guard watch; 14) leave me. About the mid of night, come to my tent, And help to arm me. Leave me, I say. [King RICHARD retires into his Tent. RATCLIFF and CATESBY. And fall thy edgeless sword; 20) Despair, and die! Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster, The Ghosts of RIVERS, GREY, and VAUGHAN, rise. bosom Will conquer him; The Ghost of HASTINGS rises. [To King RICHARD. Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard, Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake in joy; The Ghost of Queen ANNE rises. What do I fear? myself? there's none else by: Fool, of thyself speak well: Fool, do not flatter. - Nay, wherefore should they? since that I myself Methought, the souls of all that I had murder'd Rat. My lord, Rat. Ratcliff, my lord; 'tis I. The early village cock What thinkest thou? will our friends prove all true? Ratcliff, I fear, I fear, — Ghost. Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers, wife, That never slept a quiet hour with thee, And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair, and die! Dream of success and happy victory; The Ghost of BUCKINGHAM rises. I died for hope, 21) ere I could lend thee aid: [The Ghosts vanish. King RICHARD starts Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond. [Exeunt King RICHARD and RATCLIFF. RICHMOND wakes. Enter OXFORD and others. Richm. 'Cry mercy, lords, and watchful gentlemen, Richm. The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding That ever enter'd in a drowsy head, der'd, Came to my tent, and cried On! victory! Rich. Why then 'tis time to arm, and give direc- Had rather have us win, than him they follow. One rais'd in blood, and one in blood establish'd; A base foul stone, made precious by the foil Re-enter King RICHARD, RATCLIFF, Attendants, and Forces. K. Rich. What said Northumberland, as touching Richmond? Rat. That he was never trained up in arms. K. Rich. He said the truth: And what said Surrey then? Rat. He smil'd and said, the better for our purpose. K. Rich. He was i'the right; and so, indeed, it is. [Clock strikes. Tell the clock there. Give me a calendar. Who saw the sun to-day? Rat. K. Rich. Then he disdains to shine; for, by the book, He should have brav'd the east 28) an hour ago: A black day will it be to somebody. Ratcliff. Not I, my lord. Rat. My lord? K. Rich. The sun will not be seen to-day; The sky doth frown and lour upon our army. I would, these dewy tears were from the ground. 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 vaunts 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, And thus my battle shall be ordered. My forward shall be drawn out all in length, Consisting equally of horse and foot; Our archers shall be placed in the midst: John duke of Norfolk, Thomas earl of Surrey, Shall have the leading of this foot and horse. They thus directed, we ourself will follow 29) In the main battle; whose puissance on either side Shall be well winged with our chiefest horse. This, and Saint George to boot!-30) What think'st thou, Norfolk? Nor. A good direction, warlike sovereign. This found I on my tent this morning. [Giving a Scrowl. K. Rich. Jocky of Norfolk, be not too bold, [Reads. For Dickon 3) thy master is bought and sold. A thing devised by the enemy. Go, gentlemen, every man unto his charge: What shall I say more than I have inferr'd? Remember whom you are to cope withal; A sort of vagabonds, 32) rascals, and run-aways, A scum of Bretagnes, and base lackey peasants, Whom their o'er-cloy'd country vomits forth To desperate ventures 33) and assur'd destruction. You sleeping safe, they bring you to unrest; 34) You having lands, and bless'd with beauteous wives, They would restrain the one, distain the other. And who doth lead them, but a paltry fellow, Long kept in Bretagne at our mother's cost? A milk-sop, 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 over-weening rags of France, These famish'd beggars, weary of their lives; Who, but for dreaming on this fond exploit, For want of means, poor rats, had hang'd themselves: If we be conquer'd, let men conquer us, Have in their own land beaten, bobb'd, and thump'd, And not these bastard Bretagnes, whom our fathers 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. Fight, gentlemen of England! fight, bold yeomen! [Drum afar off. Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head! Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood; Amaze the welkin with your broken staves! - 35) 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.36) 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; SCENE IV. Another Part of the Field. [Exeunt. Alarum: Excursions. Enter NORFOLK, and Forces; to him CATESBY. Cate. Rescue, 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: Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost! 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. 35 Richm. 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 with the red: Smile heaven upon this fair conjunction, That long hath frown'd upon their enmity! What traitor hears me, and says not, amen? England hath long been mad, and scarr'd herself; The brother blindly shed the brother's blood, The father rashly slaughter'd his own son, The son, compell'd, been butcher to the sire; All this divided York and Lancaster, Divided, in their dire division. — O, now let Richmond and Elizabeth, Stan. Courageous Richmond, well hast thou acquit The true succeeders of each royal house, thee! Lo, here, this long-usurped royalty, From the dead temples of this bloody wretch Richm. Great God of heaven, say, amen, to all! But, tell me first, 37) is young George Stanley living? Stan. He is, my lord, and safe in Leicester town; Whither, if it please you, we may now withdraw us. Richm. What men of name are slain on either side? Stan. John duke of Norfolk, Walter lord Ferrers, Sir Robert Brakenbury, and sir William Brandon. By God's fair ordinance conjoin together! [Exeunt. XXV. KING HENRY VIII. King HENRY the Eighth. Cardinal WOLSEY. Cardinal CAMPEIUS. GRIFFITH, Gentleman-Usher to Queen Katharine. Doctor BUTTS, Physician to the King. CAPUCIUS, Ambassador from the Emperor Charles V. Garter, King at Arms. CRANMER, Archbishop of Canterbury. Duke of NORFolk. Duke of BUCKINGHAM. Duke of SUFfolk. Earl of SURRBY. Lord CHAMBERLAIN. Lord CHANCELLOR. GARDINER, Bishop of Winchester. Bishop of LINCOLN. Lord ABBRGAVENNY. Sir HENRY GUILDFORD. Sir THOMAS LOVELL. Sir ANTHONY DENNY. Sir NICHOLAS VAUX. CROMWELL, Servant to Wolsey. Surveyor to the Duke of Buckingham. BRANDON, and a Sergeant at Arms. Door-keeper of the Council-Chamber. Porter, and his Man. An old Lady, Friend to Anne Bullen. Several Lords and Ladies in the Dumb Shows; chiefly in London and Westminster; once at Kimbolton. PROLOGUE. I come no more to make you laugh; things now, The play may pass; if they be still, and willing, As they were living; think, you see them great, And, if you can be merry then, I'll say, A man may weep upon his wedding day. ACT I. SCENE I. London. An Ante-Chamber in the Palace. Enter the Duke of NORFOLK, at one Door; at the other, the Duke of BUCKINGHAM, and the Lord ABERGAVENNY. Buck. Good morrow, and well met. How have you done, Buck. 'Twixt Guynes and Arde: 3) I was then present, saw them salute on horseback; Beheld them, when they lighted, how they clung In their embracement, as they grew together; Which had they, what four thron'd ones could have weigh'd Such a compounded one? Buck. All the whole time I was my chamber's prisoner. |