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DERBY: What men of name resort to him? |
CHRISTOPHER: 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 more of noble fame and worth: And towards London they do bend their course, If by the way they be not fought withal. |
DERBY: Return unto 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. |
BUCKINGHAM: Will not King Richard let me speak with him? |
Sheriff: No, my good lord; therefore be patient. |
BUCKINGHAM: 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'... |
Sheriff: It is, my lord. |
BUCKINGHAM: Why, then All-Souls' day is my body's doomsday. This is the day that, in King Edward's time, I wish't 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 I trusted most; This, this All-Souls' day to my fearful soul ... |
RICHMOND: 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 summe... |
OXFORD: Every man's conscience is a thousand swords, To fight against that bloody homicide. |
HERBERT: I doubt not but his friends will fly to us. |
BLUNT: He hath no friends but who are friends for fear. Which in his greatest need will shrink from him. |
RICHMOND: All for our vantage. Then, in God's name, march: True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings: Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. |
KING RICHARD III: Here pitch our tents, even here in Bosworth field. My Lord of Surrey, why look you so sad? |
SURREY: My heart is ten times lighter than my looks. |
KING RICHARD III: My Lord of Norfolk,-- |
NORFOLK: Here, most gracious liege. |
KING RICHARD III: Norfolk, we must have knocks; ha! must we not? |
NORFOLK: We must both give and take, my gracious lord. |
KING RICHARD III: Up with my tent there! here will I lie tonight; But where to-morrow? Well, all's one for that. Who hath descried the number of the foe? |
NORFOLK: Six or seven thousand is their utmost power. |
KING RICHARD III: Why, our battalion trebles that account: Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength, Which they upon the adverse party want. Up with my tent there! Valiant gentlemen, Let us survey the vantage of the field Call for some men of sound direction Let's want no discipline, make no delay, For, lords, t... |
RICHMOND: The weary sun hath made a golden set, And by the bright track of his fiery car, Gives signal, 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, Limit each leader to his several charge, And part in just ... |
BLUNT: Unless I have mista'en his colours much, Which well I am assured I have not done, His regiment lies half a mile at least South from the mighty power of the king. |
RICHMOND: If without peril it be possible, Good Captain Blunt, bear my good-night to him, And give him from me this most needful scroll. |
BLUNT: Upon my life, my lord, I'll under-take it; And so, God give you quiet rest to-night! |
RICHMOND: Good night, good Captain Blunt. Come gentlemen, Let us consult upon to-morrow's business In to our tent; the air is raw and cold. |
KING RICHARD III: What is't o'clock? |
CATESBY: It's supper-time, my lord; It's nine o'clock. |
KING RICHARD III: I will not sup to-night. Give me some ink and paper. What, is my beaver easier than it was? And all my armour laid into my tent? |
CATESBY: If is, my liege; and all things are in readiness. |
KING RICHARD III: Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge; Use careful watch, choose trusty sentinels. |
NORFOLK: I go, my lord. |
KING RICHARD III: Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle Norfolk. |
NORFOLK: I warrant you, my lord. |
KING RICHARD III: Catesby! |
CATESBY: My lord? |
KING RICHARD III: Send out a pursuivant at arms To Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his power Before sunrising, lest his son George fall Into the blind cave of eternal night. Fill me a bowl of wine. Give me a watch. Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow. Look that my staves be sound, and not too heavy. Ratcliff! |
RATCLIFF: My lord? |
KING RICHARD III: Saw'st thou the melancholy Lord Northumberland? |
RATCLIFF: Thomas the Earl of Surrey, and himself, Much about cock-shut time, from troop to troop Went through the army, cheering up the soldiers. |
KING RICHARD III: So, I am satisfied. Give me a bowl of wine: I have not that alacrity of spirit, Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have. Set it down. Is ink and paper ready? |
RATCLIFF: It is, my lord. |
KING RICHARD III: Bid my guard watch; leave me. Ratcliff, about the mid of night come to my tent And help to arm me. Leave me, I say. |
DERBY: Fortune and victory sit on thy helm! |
RICHMOND: All comfort that the dark night can afford Be to thy person, noble father-in-law! Tell me, how fares our loving mother? |
DERBY: I, by attorney, bless thee from thy mother Who prays continually for Richmond's good: So much for that. The silent hours steal on, And flaky darkness breaks within the east. In brief,--for so the season bids us be,-- Prepare thy battle early in the morning, And put thy fortune to the arbitrement Of bloody stroke... |
RICHMOND: Good lords, conduct him to his regiment: I'll strive, with troubled thoughts, to take a nap, Lest leaden slumber peise me down to-morrow, When I should mount with wings of victory: Once more, good night, kind lords and gentlemen. O Thou, whose captain I account myself, Look on my forces with a gracious eye; P... |
Ghost of Prince Edward: |
Ghost of King Henry VI: |
Ghost of CLARENCE: |
Ghost of RIVERS: |
Ghost of GREY: |
Ghost of VAUGHAN: |
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Ghost of HASTINGS: |
Ghosts of young Princes: |
Ghost of LADY ANNE: |
Ghost of BUCKINGHAM: |
KING RICHARD III: Give me another horse: bind up my wounds. Have mercy, Jesu!--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 ... |
RATCLIFF: My lord! |
KING RICHARD III: 'Zounds! who is there? |
RATCLIFF: Ratcliff, my lord; 'tis I. The early village-cock Hath twice done salutation to the morn; Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour. |
KING RICHARD III: O Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fearful dream! What thinkest thou, will our friends prove all true? |
RATCLIFF: No doubt, my lord. |
KING RICHARD III: O Ratcliff, I fear, I fear,-- |
RATCLIFF: Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of shadows. |
KING RICHARD III: 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 see if any mean to shrink from me. |
LORDS: Good morrow, Richmond! |
RICHMOND: Cry mercy, lords and watchful gentlemen, That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard here. |
LORDS: How have you slept, my lord? |
RICHMOND: The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding dreams That ever enter'd in a drowsy head, Have I since your departure had, my lords. Methought their souls, whose bodies Richard murder'd, Came to my tent, and cried on victory: I promise you, my soul is very jocund In the remembrance of so fair a dream. How far into th... |
LORDS: Upon the stroke of four. |
RICHMOND: Why, then 'tis time to arm and give direction. More than I have said, loving countrymen, The leisure and enforcement of the time Forbids to dwell upon: yet remember this, God and our good cause fight upon our side; The prayers of holy saints and wronged souls, Like high-rear'd bulwarks, stand before our faces... |
KING RICHARD III: What said Northumberland as touching Richmond? |
RATCLIFF: That he was never trained up in arms. |
KING RICHARD III: He said the truth: and what said Surrey then? |
RATCLIFF: He smiled and said 'The better for our purpose.' |
KING RICHARD III: He was in the right; and so indeed it is. Ten the clock there. Give me a calendar. Who saw the sun to-day? |
RATCLIFF: Not I, my lord. |
KING RICHARD III: 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! |
RATCLIFF: My lord? |
KING RICHARD III: 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. |
NORFOLK: Arm, arm, my lord; the foe vaunts in the field. |
KING RICHARD III: 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 Du... |
NORFOLK: A good direction, warlike sovereign. This found I on my tent this morning. |
KING RICHARD III: |
Messenger: My lord, he doth deny to come. |
KING RICHARD III: Off with his son George's head! |
NORFOLK: My lord, the enemy is past the marsh After the battle let George Stanley die. |
KING RICHARD III: A thousand hearts are great within my bosom: Advance our standards, set upon our foes Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George, Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons! Upon them! victory sits on our helms. |
CATESBY: 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! |
KING RICHARD III: A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! |
CATESBY: Withdraw, my lord; I'll help you to a horse. |
KING RICHARD III: 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! |
RICHMOND: God and your arms be praised, victorious friends, The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead. |
DERBY: 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. |
RICHMOND: Great God of heaven, say Amen to all! But, tell me, is young George Stanley living? |
DERBY: He is, my lord, and safe in Leicester town; Whither, if it please you, we may now withdraw us. |
RICHMOND: What men of name are slain on either side? |
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