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One that made means to come by what he hath, And slaughter'd those that were the means to help him;
A base foul stone, made precious by the foil
Shall be this cold corpse on the earth's cold face;
[Exeunt. Re-enter KING RICHARD, RATCLIFF, Attendants, and Forces.
K. Rich. What said Northumberland, as touch-
Rat. That he was never trained up in arms.
Rat. He smil'd and said, the better for our purpose.
Tell the clock there. 1
What shall I say more than I have infer'd?
And not these bastard Bretagnes, whom our fathers
Not I, my lord.
K. Rich. Then he disdains to shine; for, by the Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head!
He should have brav'd the east an hour ago:
A black day will it be to somebody.
Rat. My lord?
The sun will not be seen to-day;
Nor. A good direction, warlike sovereign.
[Giving a scrowl.
Enter a Messenger.
What says lord Stanley? will he bring his power?
K. Rich. Off instantly with his son George's head.
K. Rich. A thousand hearts are great within my bosom: Advance our standards, set upon our foes; Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George, Nor. Arm, arm, my lord; the foe vaunts in the Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons! field. Upon them! Victory sits on our helms. K. Rich. Come, bustle, bustle; - Caparison my horse;
Call up lord Stanley, bid him bring his power:
Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood;
[Exeunt. SCENE IV. Another Part of the Field. Alarum: Excursions. Enter NORFOLK, and Forces ; to him CATESBY.
Cate. Rescue, my lord of Norfolk, rescue, rescue!
His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights,
Alarum. Enter KING RICHARD.
K. Rich. A horse! a horse! my kingdom for : horse!
Richm. God, and your arms, be prais'd, victorious friends;
The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead.
Lo, here, this long-usurped royalty,
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 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,
I come no more to make you laugh; things now,
The play may pass; if they be still, and willing,
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.
Will be deceiv'd: for, gentle hearers, know,
Our own brains, and the opinion that we bring,
As they were living; think, you see them great,
uck. Good morrow, and well met. How have That such a keech, can with his very bulk you done, Take up the rays o' the beneficial sun, And keep it from the earth.
Since last we saw in France?
Nor. I thank your grace: Healthful; and ever since a fresh admirer Of what I saw there.
An untimely ague Stay'd me a prisoner in my chamber, when Those suns of glory, those two lights of men, Met in the vale of Arde.
'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 thron'd 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, Show'd like a mine. Their dwarfish pages were As cherubins, all gilt: the madams too, Not us'd 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 cry'd 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 suns (For so they phrase them,) by their heralds challeng'd The noble spirits to arms, they did perform Beyond thought's compass; that former fabulous story,
Buck. I pray you, who, my lord? Nor. All this was order'd by the good discretion Of the right reverend cardinal of York.
Buck. The devil speed him! no man's pie is free'd From his ambitious finger. What had he To do in these fierce vanities? I wonder,
Buck. Every man, After the hideous storm that follow'd, was A thing inspir'd; and, not consulting, broke Into a general prophecy, That this tempest, Dashing the garment of this peace, aboded The sudden breach on't.
Nor. Which is budded out; For France hath flaw'd the league, and hath attach'd Our merchants' goods at Bourdeaux.
Is it therefore
Buck. Why, all this business Our reverend cardinal carried. Nor. 'Like it your grace, The state takes notice of the private difference
Betwixt you and the cardinal.
What his high hatred would effect, wants not
Nor. Stay, my lord, And let your reason with your choler question What 'tis you go about: To climb steep hills, Requires slow pace at first: Anger is like A full-hot horse; who being allow'd his way, Self-mettle tires him. Not a man in England Can advise me like you be to yourself As you would to your friend.
Buck. I'll to the king: And from a mouth of honour quite cry down This Ipswich fellow's insolence; or proclaim, There's difference in no persons.
Be advis... Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself: We may outrun, By violent swiftness, that which we run at, And lose by over-running. Know you not, The fire, that mounts the liquor till it run o'er, In seeming to augment it, wastes it? Be advis'd: I say again, there is no English soul More stronger to direct you than yourself; If with the sap of reason you would quench, Or but allay, the fire of passion.
I am thankful to you: and I'll go along
And proofs as clear as founts in Júly, when
We see each grain of gravel, I do know To be corrupt and treasonous.
Say not, treasonous. Buck. To the king I'll say't; and make my vouch as strong
As shore of rock. Attend. This holy fox,
Nor. 'Faith, and so it did. Buck. Pray, give me favour, sir. This cunning cardinal
The articles o'the combination drew,
Has done this, and 'tis well; for worthy Wolsey,
Nor. I am sorry To hear this of him; and could wish, he were Something mistaken in't.
No, not a syllable; I do pronounce him in that very shape, He shall appear in proof.