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Armed in proof, and led by shallow 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 shrink from me.

(Exeunt K. Richard and Ratcliff.


Enter the Lords to Richmond, fitting in his Tent.

Lords. Good morrow, Richmond.

Richm. 'Cry mercy, Lords and watchful gentlemen, That you have ta’en a tardy Nuggard here.

Lords. How have you Nept, my Lord ?
Richm. The sweetest Neep 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 murder'd,
Came to my tent, and cry’d-On! Victory!
I promise you, my heart is very jocund,
In the remembrance of fo fair a dream,
How far into the morning is it, Lords?

Lords. Upon the stroke of four.
Richm. Why, then 'tis time to arm and give di-

More than I have said, loving Countrymen,
The leisure and enforcement of the time
Forbids to dwell on; yet remember this,
God and our good Cause fight upon our side,
The Pray’rs 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 Naughter'd those that were the means to help him,

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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.

you do sweat to put a Tyrant down,
You Neep in peace, the týrant being sain :
If you do fight against your Country's foes,
Your Country's Fat shall pay your pains the Hire.
If you do fight in fafe guard of your wives,
Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors.
If you do free your children from the sword,
Your childrens' children quit it in your age.
Then, in the name of God, and all these rights,
Advance your standards ; draw your willing swords.
For me, the ranfom of my bold attempt
Shall be this cold corps on the earth's cold face :
But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt,
The least of you shall share his part thereof.
Sound, drums and trumpets, boldly, cheerfully;
God, and Saint George! Richmond, and Victory;


Enter King Richard, Ratcliff and Catesby.
K. Rich. What said Northumberland, as touching

Richmond ?
Ret. That he was never trained up in arms.
K. Rich. He said the truth; and what said Surrey

then ?
Rat. He smild and said, the better for our purpose.


-By the foil leaf (feuielle) or thin plate of Of England's Chair.] It is metal in which the stone is set. plain that foil cannot here mean I The ranjom of my bold atthac of which the obscurity re tempt.] The fine paid by commends the brightness of the me in atonement for my ralhness diamond. It muit mean the shall be my dead corps.

K. Rich.

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K. Rich. He was i'th'right, and so, indeed, it is. -Tell the clock there— give me a Kalendar.

[Clock strikes. Who saw the Sun to-day?

Rat. Not I, my Lord.
K. Rich. Then he disdains to shine : for, by the

He should have brav'd the East an hour ago.
A black day it will be to fome body,

Rat. My Lord?

K. Rich. The Sun will not be seen to day ;
The sky doth frown and lowre 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-fame heay'n
That frowns on me, looks fadly upon him.

Enter Norfolk.
Nor. Arm, arm, my Lord, the foe vaunts in the

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;

Job Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Earl of Surrey,
Shall have the leading of the foot and horse.
They thus directed, we ourself will follow
In the main battle, which on either side
Shall be well winged with our chiefest horse.
This, and St. George to boot ? - What think'st thou,

Norfolk ? 2 This and St. George 10 mises success, and over and above

boot.] That is, this is the this, is the projection of our order of our battle, which pro- ' patron Saint.


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Nor. A good direction, warlike Sovereign. -This paper found I on my tent this morning.

[Giving a scrowl. Jocky of Norfolk, be not to bold, [Reads,

For Dickon thy nafier is bougbt and fold. K. Riih. A thing devised by the enemy. - Go, gentlemen, go, each man to his Charge. Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls; Conscience is but a word that cowards use, Devis’d at first to keep the strong in awe : Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law. March on, join bravely, let us to'r pell-mell, If not to heav'n, then hand in hand to hell, What shall I say more than I have inferr’d? Remember, whom you are to cope withal ; * A sort of vagabonds, of rafcals, runaways, A scum of Britons, and base lackey-peasants, Whom their o'er-cloyed Country vomits forth To desperate adventures and destruction, You neeping safe, they bring you to unrest: You having lands, and bleit with beauteous wives, 3 They would diftrain the one, distain the other. 4 And who doth lead them but a paltry fellow, Long kept in Bretagne at his mother's cost ?

A fort, that is, a company, fronı having any common Mother, a collectio.

but England: and the Earl of 3 They would RESTRAIN the Rich.. ond was not subfied a

one, dilain the thir.). The broad at the Nation's publick one means the Lands; the other. Charge. During the greatest part their wives. It is plain then we of his Residence abroad, he was should read.

watch'd and rellrain'ü almoit like They would D!STRAIN, a Captive; and fubfifted by Supi. e. feize upon. WARB. plies convey'd from the Coun. 4 Árni who ucih led their but iels of Rickonind, his Mother. a tahrey I ll 2,

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ter's Con This is ípoksn. Lungkin Idretagne as his by Rchard, of Henry Earl of Micker's Cor. Richmond : but they were far


A milk-sop, one that never in his life
Felt so much cold, as over shoes in snow.
Let's whip these ftragglers o'er the seas again,
Lash hence these over-weening rags of France,
These familh'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,
And not these bastard Britons, 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, fight, bold yeomen! Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head; Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood, s Amaze the welkin with your broken staves !

Enter Messenger.
What fays Lord Stanley, will he bring his Power ?

Mes. My Lord, he doth deny to come.
K. Ricb. off 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 fits on our helms. [Exeunt.

? That is, fright the skies with the shivers of your Lances.

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