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K. Rich. Jockey of Norfolk, be not too bold, [Reads. For Dickon thy master is bought and solds A thing devised by the enemy.
Go, gentlemen, every man unto his charge:
And not these bastard Bretagnes; whom our fathers
Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood;
What says lord Stanley? will he bring his power
K. Rich. Off instantly with his son George's head. Nor. My lord, the enemy is pass'd the marsh; After the battle let George Stanley die.
K. Rich. A thousand hearts are great within my
Advance our standards, set upon our foes;
SCENE IV-Another part of the Field. Alarum : Excursions. Enter Norfolk, and Forces; 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 stain, and all on foot he fights, Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death: Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost!
Alarum. 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. Alarums. Enter King Richard and Richmond; and exeunt, fighting. Retreat, and flourish. Then en ter Richmond, Stanley, bearing the Crown, with di vers other Lords, and Forces.
Rich. God, and your arms, be prais'd, victorious friends;
The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead.
Stan. Courageous Richmond, well hast thou acquit
Lo, here, this long-usurped royalty,
Rich. Great God of heaven, say, amen, to all !~ But, tell me first, 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. Rich. What men of name are slain on either side? Stan. John duke of Norfolk, Walter lord Ferrers, Sir Robert Brakenbury, and sir William Brandon. Rich. 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 with the red :Smile heaven 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 scarr'd herself; The brother blindly shed the brother's blood, The father rashly slaughter'd his own son, The son, compell'd, 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,) Enrich the time to come with smooth-fac'd peace, With smiling plenty, and fair prosperous days! Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord,
That would reduce these bloody days again,
And make poor England weep in streams of blood!