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Have in cheir own land beaten, bobb’d, and thumpid;
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, fight, bold yeomen!
Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head;
Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood,
Amaze the welķin with your broken staves !

Enter a Messenger.
What says lord Stanley, will he bring his power ?

MEs. My lord he doth deny to come.
K. Rich. Of with his son George's head,

Nor. My lord, the enemy hath past 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 St. George, Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons. Upon them! Victory sits on our helms.

[Exeunt. SCENE VIII.

Alarm. Excursions. Enter Cateľby.
Cat. Rescue, my lord of Norfolk ! rescue ! rescue !
The king enacts more wonders thao a man,
Daring an opposite to every danger!
His horse is flain, and all on foot he fights,
Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death.
Rescue, fair lord. or else the day is loft.

Alarm, Enter King Richard.
K. Rich. A horse! a horse ! my kingdom for a horse !

Na ?

Rich. Great God of heaven, Yay, Amen, to all!

CAT. Withdraw, my ford, I'll help you to a horse,

K. Rick. Slave, I have fet iny life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the dye.

I think there be fix Richmonds in the field; Five have I flain to day instead of him.

A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse ! [Exeunt. Alarms. Entér King Richard and Richmond; they fight,

Richard is Nain. Retreat and flourish. Enter Richmond, Stanley bearing

the crown, with divers 'others lords. Rich. God and your arms be prais'd, Victorious friends; The day is ours ! the bloody dog is dead.

Stan. Couragious Richmond, well haft thou acquit thee: Lo, here these tong 'usurped royalties, From the dead temples of this bloody wretch; Have i pluckt off, to gráce thy brows withal. Wear it, enjoy it, and make use of it.


But tell me first, is young George Stanley living ?

Stán. He is my lord, and safe in Leister town's Whither, if you so please, we may withdraw us. - Rich. What men of name are Bain on either side

Stan. John duke of Norfolk, Walter the lord Ferris, Sir Robert Brakenbůry, Sir William

Rich. Inter their bodies as becomes their births,
Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers filed,
That in submiffion will return to us.
And then as we have ta’en the sacrament,
We will unite the white rose and the red;
Simile heav'n 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 scarrd herself;
The brother blindly shed the brother's blood,
The father rashly Naughter'd his own son,
The sons, compell’d, been butchers to their fire :
All this divided York and Lancaster,
Divided in their dire division,
O now let Richmond and Elizabeth,
The true succeeders of each royal house,
By God's fair ordinance conjoin together!
And let their heirs, God, if thy will be so,
Enrich the time to come with smooth fac'd peace,
With smiling plenty, and fair prosp'rous days.
Abate the edge of traitors, gracious lord !
That would reduce these bloody days again,
And make poor England weep in streams blood.
Let them not live to taste this land's increase,
That would with treason wound this fair land's peace.
Now civil wounds are stopp'd, Peace lives agen ;
That she may long live here, God say, Amen! [Exeunt,

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