Rat. That he was never trainét tup

in arms,

K. Rich. He said the truth: and what said Surrey then?

Rat. He smiled and said 'The better for our

purpose.'

K. Rich. He was in the right; and so indeed [Clock striketh.

it is.

Tell the clock there.-Give me a calendar.-
Who saw the sun to-day?

Rat.

Not I, my lord.

K. Rich. Then he disdains to shine; for by the

book

He should have braved the east an hour ago:
A black day will it be to somebody.-

Ratcliff,

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 selfsame 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 foreward 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
In the main battle, that on either side
Shall be well wingéd with our chiefest horse.
This, and Saint George to boot!-What think'st
thou, Norfolk ?

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

[Giving a scroll. K. Rich. [Reads] 'Jockey of Norfolk, be not too

bold,

For Dickon thy master is bought and sold.'
A thing devised by the enemy.

Go, gentlemen, every man unto his charge:
Let not our 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.—
[To his soldiers] What shall I say more than I

have inferred?

Remember whom you are to cope withal;-
A sort of vagabonds, rascals, runaways,
A scum of Bretons and base lackey peasants
Whom their o'ercloyéd country vomits forth
To desperate ventures and assured destruction.
You sleeping safe, they bring to you unrest;
You having lands, and blest with beauteous wives,
They would distrain 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 overweening rags of France,
These famished beggars, weary of their lives,
Who, but for dreaming on this fond exploit,
For want of means, poor rats, had hanged themselves.
If we be conquered, let men conquer us,

And not these bastard Bretons; whom our fathers Have in their own land beaten, bobbed, and thumped,

And on record, left them the heirs of shame.
Shall these enjoy our lands? lie with our wives?
Ravish our daughters ?-[Drum afar off] Hark!
I hear their drum.-

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 welkin with your broken staves!

Enter a Messenger.

What says Lord Stanley? will he bring his power? Mess. My lord, he doth deny to come.

K. Rich. Off with his son George's head! Nor. My lord, the enemy is 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 IV. Another Part of the Field.

Alarum: excursions. Enter NORFOLK and Forces fighting; 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!

Alarums. 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.

K. Rich. Slave, I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die : I think there be six Richmonds in the field; Five have I slain to-day instead of him. A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse.

[Exeunt.

SCENE V.-Another Part of the Field.

Alarum.

Enter RICHARD and RICHMOND; they fight. RICHARD is slain. Retreat and flourish. Re-enter RICHMOND, STANLEY bearing the crown, with divers other Lords, and Forces. Richm. God and your arms be praised, victorious friends;

The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead.

Stan. Courageous Richmond, well hast thou acquit thee.

Lo, here, this long-usurpéd royalty

From the dead temples of this bloody wretch
Have I plucked off, to grace thy brows withal:
Wear it, enjoy it, and make much of it.

Richm. Great God of heaven, say Amen to all ! But, tell me now, 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.
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 and the Red:
Smile heaven upon this fair conjunction,
That long hath frowned upon their enmity!
What traitor hears me, and says 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, compelled, been butcher to the sire:
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,-