There is my purse, to cure that blow of thine.
Hath any well-advised friend proclaim'd
Reward to him that brings the traitor in?

3 Mess. Such proclamation hath been made, my - liege.

Enter another MESSENGER.

4 Mess. Sir Thomas Lovel, and lord marquis Dorset,

'Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms.
But this good comfort bring I to your highness,-
The Bretagne navy is dispersed by tempest:
Richmond, in Dorsershire, sent out a boat
Unto the shore, to ask those on the banks,
If they were his assistants, yea, or no
Who answer'd him, they came trom Buckingham
Upon his party: he, mistrusting them,

Hois'd sail, and made his course again for Bretagne.
K. Rich. March on, march on, since we are up

me:

That, in the sty of this most bloedy boar,
My son George Stanley is frank'd up in hold;
If I revolt, off goes young George's head;
The fear of that withholds my present aid.
But, tell me, where is princely Richmond now?
Chris. At Pembroke, or at Ha'rford-west, in
Wales.

Stan. What men of name resort to him?

Chris. Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned soldier; Sir Gilbert Talbot, Sir William Stanley; Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, Sir James Blunt, And Rice ap Thomas, with a valiant crew; And many other of great fame and worth: And towards London do they bend their course, If by the way they be not fought withal. Stan. Well, hie thee to thy lord; commend me to him;

Tell him, the queen hath heartily consented He shall espouse Elizabeth her daughter. These letters will resolve him of my mind. Farewell. [Gives Papers to Sir Christopher. [Exeunt.

ACT V.

SCENE I.-Salisbury.—An open Place. Enter the SHERIFF, and Guard, with BUCKINGHAM, led to Execution.

Buck, Will not king Richard let me speak with him?

Sher. No, my good lord; therefore be patient.
Buck. Hastings, and Edward's children, Rivers,
Grey,

Holy king Henry, and thy fair son Edward,
Vaughan, and all that have miscarried
By underhand corrupted foul injustice;
If that your moody discontented souls

Do through the clouds behold this present hour,
Even for revenge mock my destruction !-
This is All-Souls' day, fellows, is it not?
Sher. It is, my lord.

Buck. Why then, All-Souls' day is my body's doomsday.

This is the day, which, in king Edward's time,
I wish'd might fall on me when I was found
False to his children, or his wife's allies:
This is the day, wherein I wish'd to fall
By the false faith of him whom most I trusted;

Force + Chaplain to the countess of Richmond.
A sty in which hogs are set apart for fattening.

This, this All-Souls' day to my fearful soul,
Is the determined respite of my wrongs.
That high All-seer which I dallied with,
Hath turn'd my feigned prayer on my head,
And given in earnest what I begg'd in jest.
Thus doth he force the swords of wicked mea
To turn their own points on their masters' bosoms:
Thus Margaret's curse falls heavy on my neck,-
When he, quoth she, shall split thy heart with

sorrow,

Remember Margaret was a prophetess.Come, Sirs, convey me to the block of shame; Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame. [Exeunt Buckingham, 4t.

SCENE II.-Plain near Tamworth. Enter, with Drum and Colours, RICHMOND, OXTORS, Sir JAMES BLUNT, Sir WALTER HERBERT, and others, with Forces, marching.

Richm. Fellows in arms, and my most loving friends,

Bruised underneath the yoke of tyranny,
Thus far into the bowels of the land
Have we march'd on without impediment;
And here receive we from our father Stanley
Lines of fair comfort and encouragement.
The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar,
That spoil'd your summer fields, and fruitful vines,
Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his
trough

In your embowell'd bosoms,-this foul swine
Lies now even in the centre of this isle,
Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn:
From Tamworth thither, is but one day's march.
In God's name, cheerly on, courageous friends,
To reap the harvest of perpetual peace
By this one bloody trial of sharp war.

Oxf. Every man's conscience is a thousand swords,

To fight against that bloody homicide.
Herb. I doubt not, but his friends will turn

name, march:

True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings, Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings, [Erewst

SCENE 111.-Bosworth Field.
Enter King RICHARD, and Forces; the Duke of
NORFOLK, Earl of SURREY, and others.
K. Rich. Here pitch our tents, even here in
Bosworth field.-

My lord of Surrey, why look you so sad?
Sur. My heart is ten times lighter than my looks
K. Rich. My lord of Norfolk,-

Nor. Here, my glorious liege.

K. Rich. Norfolk, we must have knocks; Ha! Must we not?

Nor. We must both give and take, my loving

lord.

K. Rich. Up with my tent: Here will I lie to night; [Soldiers begin to set up the King's Tent. But where, to-morrow ?-Well, all's one for thatWho hath descried the number of the traitors? Nor. Six or seven thousand is their utmost

power.

[Ereunt.

K. Rich. Why, our battalia trebles that account Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength, Which they upon the adverse faction wantUp with the tent.-Come, noble gentlemen, Let us survey the 'vantage of the ground ;Call for some men of sound direction:Let's want no discipline, make no delay; For, lords, to-morrow is a busy day. Enter on the other side of the Field, RICHMOND, Sir WILLIAM BRANDON, OXFORD, and other Lords. Some of the Soldiers pitch RICHMOND'S Tent. Richm. The weary sun hath made a golden set, And by the bright track of his fiery car, Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow,Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my standard. Give me some ink and paper in my tent ;I'll draw the form and model of our battle,

* Injurious practice.

Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard,
And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death!
Thy nephews' souls bid thee despair, and die.-
Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace and wake in
joy;

Good angels guard the from the boar's annoy!
Live, and beget a happy race of kings!
Edward's unhappy sons do bid thee flourish.

The GHOST of Queen ANNE rises.

RICHMOND wakes. Enter OXFORD and others. Lords. Good morrow, Richmond.

Richm. 'Cry mercy, lords, and watchful gentlemen,
That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard here.
Lords. How have you slept, my lord?
Richm. The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding
dreams,

That ever entered in a drowsy head,
Have I since your departure had, my lords.

thy wife,

That never slept a quiet hour with thee,
Now fills thy sleep with perturbations:
To-morrow in the battle think on me,

And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair, and die I-
Thou, quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep;
[To Richmond.
Dream of success and happy victory;
Thy adversary's wife doth pray for thee.

crown;

The GHOST of BUCKINGHAM rises. Ghost. The first was I, that helped thee to the [To King Richard. The last was I, that felt thy tyranny: O, in the battle think on Buckingham, And die in terror of thy guiltiness! Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death; Fainting, despair; despairing, yield thy breath!I died for hope, ere I could lend thee aid: [To Richmond. But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay'd: God, and good angels, fight on Richmond's side; And Richard falls in height of all his pride.

[The Ghosts vanish-King Richard starts out of his Dream.

K. Rich. Give me another horse,-bind up my wounds,

Have mercy, Jesu 1-Soft; I did but dream.-
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!-
The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight.
Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh.
What do I fear? myself? there's none else by:
Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.

Is there a murderer here? No;-Yes; I am :
Then fly. What, from myself! Great reason:
Why?

Lest I revenge. What? Myself on myself!
I love myself. Wherefore? for any good,
That I myself have done unto myself?
O, no: alas, I rather hate myself,

For hateful deeds committed by myself.
I am a villain: Yet I lie, I am not,

Fool, of thyself speak well:-Fool, do not flatter,
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
And every tale condenins me for a villain.
Perjury, perjury, in the highest degree;
Murder, stern murder, in the direst degree;
All several sins, all used in each degree,
Throng to the bar, crying all,-Guilty! guilty!
I shall despair.-There is no creature loves me ;
And, if I die, no soul will pity me:

Nay, wherefore should they? Since that I myself
Find in myself no pity to myself.

Methought, the souls of all that I had murder'd
Came to my tent; and every one did threat
To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard.

Rat: My lord,

Enter RATCLIFF.

K. Rich. Who's there?

murdered,

Came to my tent, and cried-On ! Victory !
I promise you, my heart is very jocund
In the remembrance of so fair a dream.
How far into the morning is it, lords?
Lords. Upon the stroke of four.

rection.

Richm. Why, then 'tis time to arm and give di[He advances to the Troops. 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 prayers of holy saints, and wronged souls, Like high reared 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 raised in blood, and one in blood establish'd;
One that made means to come by what he hath,
And slaughtered those that were the means to help
him;

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;
If you do sweat to put a tyrant down,
You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain;
If you do fight against your country's foes,
Your country's fat shall pay your pains the hire;
If you do fight in safeguard of your wives,
Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors;
If you do free your children from the sword,
Your children's children quit ‡ it in your age.
Thep, in the name of God, and all these rights,
Advance your standards, draw your willing swords:
For me, the ransome of my bold attempt
Shall be this cold corpse 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 and cheerfully;
God, and Saint George? Richmond, and victory!

Re-enter King RICHARD, RATCLIFF, Attendants, and Forces.

K. Rich. What said Northumberland, as touching
Richmond?

Rat. That he was never trained up 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 i' the right; And so, indeed, it is [Clock strikes.

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

Rat. Not I, my lord.

cock

Hath twice done salutation to the morn;
Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour.
K. Rich. O, Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fearful

dream!

What thinkest thou? Will our friends prove all

true?

Rat. No doubt, my lord.

K. Rich. Ratcliff, I fear, I fear,

Rat. Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of shadows.

K. Rich. By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard, Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers, 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 King Richard and Ratcliff.

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: whose puissance on either side
Shall be well winged 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 Scrowl. K. Rich. Jocky of Norfolk, be not too bold, [Reads. 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-
What shall I say, more than I have inferr'd?
Remember whom you are to cope withal;-
A sort of vagabonds, rascals, and run-aways,
A scum of Bretagnes, and base lackey peasants,
Whom their o'er-cloyed country vomits forth
To desperate ventures and assured destruction.
You sleeping safe, they bring you to unrest;
You having lands, and bless'd with beauteous wives,
They would restrain 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 over-weening rags of France,
These famish'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 Bretagnes; 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;
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 instantly with his son George's

head.

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 slain, 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 enter RICHMOND, STANLEY, bearing the Crown, with divers other Lords, and Forces.

Richm. God, and your arnis, 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-usurped royalty,

From the dead temples of this bloody wretch
Have I pluck'd 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 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.
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 birth.
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 rea:-
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-faced 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!
Let them not live to taste this land's increase,
That would with treason wound this fair land's
peace!

Now civil wounds are stopp'd, peace lives again;
That she may long live here, God say-Amen!
[Exeunt.

KING HENRY THE EIGHTH.

CARDINAL WOLSEY.-CARDINAL CAMPEIUS. CAPUCIUS, Ambassador from the Emperor, Charles

v.

CRANMER, Archbishop of Canterbury.

DUKE OF NORF LE-DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM.
DUKE OF SUFFOLK.-EARL of SURREY.
LORD CHAMBERLAIN.-LORD CHANCELLOR.
GARDINER, Bishop of Winchester.

BISHOP OF LINCOLN.-LORD ABERGAVENNY.-LORD
SANDS.

SIR HENRY GUILDFORD-SIR THOMAS LOVELL.
SIR ANTHONY DENNY.-SIR NICHOLAS VAUX.
SECRETARIES to Wolsey.

CROMWELL, Servant to Wolsey.

GRIFFITH, Gentleman-Usher to Queen Katharine.
THREE OTHER GENTLEMEN.

DOCTER BUTTS, Physician to the King.
GARTER King at Arms.

SURVEYOR to the Duke of Buckingham.
BRANDON, and a Sergeant at Arms.
Door-keeper of the Council-Chamber.-Porter, and
his Man.

Page to Gardiner.-A Cryer.

QUEEN KATHARINE, Wife to King Henry; after wards divorced.

ANNE BULLEN, her Maid of Honour; afterwards
Queen.

AN OLD LADY, Friend to Anne Bullen.
PATIENCE, Woman to Queen Katharine.

Several Lords and Ladies in the Dumb Shows; Women attending upon the Queen; Spirits, which appear to her; Scribes, Officers, Guards, and other Attendants.

Scene, chiefly in -London and Westminster; once, at Kimbolton.

PROLOGUE.

I come no more to make you laugh; things now,
That bear a weighty and a serious brow,
Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe,
Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow,
We now present. Those that can pity, here
May, if they think it well, let fall a tear;
The subject will deserve it. Such, as give
Their money out of hope they may believe,
May here find truth too. Those, that come to see
Only a show or two, and so agree,

The play may pass; if they be still, and willing,
I'll undertake, may see away their shilling
Richly in two short hours. Only they,
That come to hear a merry, bawdy play,
A noise of targets; or to see a fellow
In a long motley coat, guarded with yellow,
Will be deceived: for, gentle hearers, know,
To rank our chosen truth with such a show
As fool and fight is, besides forfeiting

Our own brains, and the opinion that we bring,
(To make that only true we now intend,)
Will leave us never an understanding friend.
Therefore, for goodness' sake, and as you are

known

The first and happiest hearers of the town,
Be sad, as we would make ye: think, ye see
The very persons of our noble story,

As they were living; think, you see them great,
And follow'd with the general throng, and sweat,
Of thousand friends; then, in a moment, see
How soon this mightiness meets misery!
And, if you can be merry then, I'll say,
A man may weep upon his wedding day.

Stay'd me a prisoner in my chamber, when
Those suns of glory, those two lights of men,

Met in the vale of Arde.

Nor. 'Twixt Guynes and Arde:

I was then present, saw them salute on horseback;
Beheld them, when they lighted, how they clung
In their embracement, as they grew together;
Which had they,

What four throned ones could have weigh'd
Such a compounded one?

Buck. All the whole time

I was my chamber's prisoner.
Nor. Then you lost

The view of earthly glory: men might say,
Till this time, pomp was single; but now married
To one above itself. Each following day
Became the next day's master, till the last
Made former wonders it's: To-day, the French,
All clinquant, all in gold, like heathen gods,
Shone down the English; and, to-morrow, they
Made Britain India: every man,
that stood,
Shew'd like a mine. Their dwarfish pages were
As cherubins, all gilt: the madams too,
Not used to toil, did almost sweat to bear
The pride upon them, that their very labour
Was to them as a painting: now this mask
Was cried incomparable; and the ensuing night
Made it a fool, and beggar. The two kings,
Equal in lustre, were now best, now worst,
As presence did present them; him in eye,
Still him in praise: and, being present both,
'Twas said, they saw but one; and no discerner
Durst wag his tongue in censure. When these