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.- 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: 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: My foreward shall be drawn out all in length, John Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Earl of Surrey, Nor. A good direction, warlike sovereign.- [Giving a scroll. K. Rich. [Reads] 'Jockey of Norfolk, be not too bold, For Dickon thy master is bought and sold.' Go, gentlemen, every man unto his charge: March on, join bravely, let us to 't pell-mell: have inferred? Remember whom you are to cope withal;- A milk-sop, one that never in his life 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. Fight, gentlemen of England! fight, bold yeomen! 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; 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, 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 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 Sir Robert Brakenbury, and Sir William Brandon. O, now, let Richmond and Elizabeth, |