Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head:
Spur your proud horfes hard, and ride in blood:
Amaze the welkin with your broken ftaves!
Enter a Messenger.

What fays Lord Stanley, will he bring his power?
Mef. My Lord, he doth deny to come.
K. Rich. Off with his fon 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 bofom. Advance our standards, fet upon our foes;

Our ancient word of courage, fair St. George,
Infpire us with the fpleen of fiery dragons.
Upon them! Victory fits on our helm.

Alarum. Excurfions. Enter Catesby.

[Exeunt.

Catef. Refcue, my Lord of Norfolk, rescue, rescue:
The King enacts more wonders than a man,
Daring an oppofite to every danger!

His horfe is flain, and all on foot he fights,
Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death.
Refcue, fair Lord, or elfe the day is loft.

Alarum. Enter King Richard.

K. Rich. A horfe! a horfe! my kingdom for a horfe! Cates. Withdraw, my Lord, I'll help you to a horse. K. Rich. Slave, I have fet my life upon a caft, 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.

Alarums. Enter King Richard and Richmond; they fight, Richard is flain.

Retreat and Flourish. Enter Richmond, Stanley bearing the Crown, with divers other Lords.

Richm. God and your arms be prais'd, victorious friends The day is ours! the bloody dog is dead.

N. 6

Stan.

Stan. Couragious Richmond, well haft thou acquit thee: Lo, here thefe long-ufurped royalties,

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

Richm. Great God of heaven, fay, Amen, to all!
But tell me first, is young George Stanley living?
Stan. He is, my Lord, and safe in Leicester town';
Whither, if you so please, we may withdraw us.
Richm. What men of name are flain on either fide?
Stan. John Duke of Norfolk, Walter the Lord Ferris,
Sir Robert Brakenbury, Sir William Brandon.

Richm. Interr their bodies as becomes their births.
Proclaim a pardon to the foldiers fled,
That in fubmiffion will return to us.

And then, as we have ta'en the facrament,
We will unite the white rofe and the red.
Smile heav'n upon this fair conjunction,
That long hath frown'd upon, their enmity!
What traitor hears me, and fays not, Amen?
England hath long been mad, and fearr'd herself;
The brother blindly fhed the brother's blood,
The father rafhly flaughter'd his own fon,
The fons, compell'd, been butchers to the fire:
All this divided York and Lancaster,

Divided in their dire divifion.

O now let Richmond and Elizabeth,

The true fucceeders of each royal house,
By God's fair ordinance conjoin together!
And let their heirs (God, if thy will be fo)
Enrich the time to come with fmooth-fac'd peace,
With fmiling plenty, and fair profp'rous days.
Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord!
That would reduce thefe bloody days again,
And make poor England weep in ftreams of blood.
Let them not live to taste this land's encrease,
That would with treafon wound this fair land's peace.
Now civil wounds are ftopp'd, peace lives agen:

That she may long live here, God fay, Amen! [Exeunt.

THE

LIFE

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King HENRY VIII.