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Be cheerful, Richmond; tor the wronged souls O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! Of butcher'd princes tight in thy behalf:

The lights burn blue.-It is now dead midnight. King Henry's issue, Richinond, comforts thee. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. The Ghost of KING HENRY THE Sixth rises.

What do I fear ? myself? there's none else by:

Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I. Ghost. When I was mortal, my anointed body

Is there a murderer here? No ;-Yes; I am: [ TO KING RICHARD.

Then ily:- What, from myself? Great reason By thee was punched full of deadly holes:

Why?
Think on the Tower, and me; Despair, and die!

Lest I revenge. What? Myself on myself?
Harry the Sixth bids thee despair, and die.-
Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror!

I love myselt. Wherefore ? for any good,

That I myself have done unto myself?

(TO RICHMOND. Harry', that prophesied thou shouldst be king,

0, no: alas, I rather hate inyseli,

For hateful deeds committed by myself.
Doth comfort thee in thy sleep; Live, and flourish! |

I am a villain : Yet I lie, I am not.
The Ghost of CLARENCE rises.

| Fool, of thyself speak weil:--Fool, do not flatter. Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow! | My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,

[TO KING RICHARD.

And every tongue brings in a several tale, I, that was wash'd to death with fulsome wine,

And every tale condemns me for a villain. Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death!

Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree, To-morrow in the battle think on me,

Murder, stern murder, in the dirst degree;

AU several sins, all used in each degree,
And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair, and die!
Thou ollspring of the house of Lancaster,

Throng to the bar, crying all.-Guilty! guilty ! [To RICHMOND.

I shall despair.- There is no creature loves me; The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee;

And, if I die, no soul will pity me: Good angels guard thy battle! Live, and tourish!

Nay, wherefore should they? since that I myselt

Find in myselt no pity to myself. The Ghosts of RIVERS, GREY, and VAUGHAN, rise. Methought, the souls of all that I had murder'd Riv. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow,

Came to my tent: and every one did threat [To KING RICHARD.

To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard Rivers, that died at Pomfret! Despair, and die!

Enter RATCLIFF. Grey. Think upon Grey, and let thy soul despair!

[To King RICHARD. Rat. My lord, Vaugh. Think upon Vaughan; and, with guilty

K. Rich. Who's there? tear,

Rat. Ratcliil, my lord; 'tis I. The early village Let fall thy lance ! Despair, and die!

cock [To King Richard. Hath twice done salutation to the morn; All. Awake! and think, our wrongs in Richard's Your friends are up, and buckle on their armor. bosom

(To RICHMOND. K. Rich. O, Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fearful Will conquer him;-Awake, and win the day!

dream!

What thinkest thou? will our friends prove all true? The Ghost of HASTINGS rises.

Rat. No doubt, my lord. Ghost. Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake;

R. Rich.

Ratcliff, I fear, I fear, (To KING RICHARD. Rat. Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of sha And in a bloody battle end thy days!

dows. Think on lord Hastings; and despair, and die!- K. Rich. By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Quiet untroubled soul, awake, awake!

Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard,

(To RICHMOND. Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers, Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake! Armed in proot, and led by shallow Richmond. The Ghosts of the two young Princes rise.

It is not yet near day. Come, go with me;

Under our tents I'll play the eaves-dropper,
Ghosts. Dream on thy cousins smother'd in the

To hear, if any mean to shrink from me.
Tower;

[Exeunt King RICHARD and RATCLIFF.
Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard,
And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death! RICHMOND wakes. Enter OXFORD and others.
Thy nephews' souls bid thee despair, and die.-

Lords. Good morrow, Richmond.
Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake in joy;
Good angels guard thee froin the boar's annoy!

Richm. 'Cry mercy, lords, and watchful gentle

men, Live, and beget a happy race of kings!

That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard here.
Edward's unhappy sons do bid thee flourish.

Lurils. How have you slept, my lord?
The Ghost of QUEEN ANNE rises.

Richm. The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding Ghost. Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne,

dreams, thy wite,

That ever enter'd in a drowsy head, That never slept a quiet hour with thee,

Have I since your departure had, my lords. Now tills thy sleep with perturbations :

Methought, their souls, whose bodies Richard mur To-morrow in the battle think on me,

der'd, And tall thy edgeless sword; Despair, and die ! Came to my tent, and cried-On! victory! Thou, quiet soul, sieep thou a quiet sleep;

I promise you, my heart is very jocund (TO RICHMOND.

In the remembrance of so fair a dream. Dream of success and happy victory;

How far into the morning is it, lords?
Thy adversary's wife doth pray for thee.

Lords. Upon the stroke of four.
The Ghost of BUCKINGHAM rises.

Richm. Why, then 'tis time to arm, and give di

rection. [He advances to the Troops. Ghost. The first was 1, that help'd thee to the More than I have said, loving countrymen, crown;

(TO KING RICHARD. The leisure and entorcement of the times The last was I, that felt thy tyranny :

Forbids to dwell on : Yet remember this, 0, in the battle think on Buckingham,

God, and our good cause, tight upon our side; And die in terror of thy guiltiness!

The prayers of holy saints, and wronged souls, Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death; Like high-rear'd bulwarks, stand before our faces; Fainting, despair; despairing, yield thy breath!- Richard except, those, whom we fight against, I died for hope, ere I could lend thee aid :

Had rather have us win, than him they follow.

(TO RICHMOND. For what is he they follow? truly, gentlemen, But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay'd : A bloody tyrant and a homicide; God, and good angels, tight on Richmond's side; One rais d in blood, and one in blood establish'd; And Richard falls in height of all his pride.

One that made means to come by what he hath, [The Ghosts vanish. King RICHARD starts And slaughter'd those that were the means to help out of his Dream.

him; K. Rich. Give me another horse,--bind up my A base foul stone, made precious by the foil wounds,

Of England's chair, where he is falsely set; Have mercy, Jesu !--Soft; I did but dream.- One that hath ever been God's enemy :

Then, if you fight against God's enemy,

And who doth lead them, but a paltry fellow, God will, in justice, ward you as his soldiers; Long kept in Bretagne at our mother's cost? If you do sweat to put a tyrant down,

A milk-sop, one that never in his life You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain; Felt so much cold as over shoes in snow? If you do fight against your country's foes, Let's whip these stragglers o'er the seas again; Your country's fat shall pay your pains the hire; Lash hence these over-weening rags of France, If you do fight in safeguard of your wives,

These famish'd beggars, weary of their lives; Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors ; Who, but for dreaming on this fond exploit, If you do free your children from the sword, For want of means, poor rats, had hang'd them Your children's children quit it in your age.

selves : Then, in the name of God, and all these rights, If we be conquer'd, let men conquer us, Advance your standards, draw your willing swords: And not these bastard Bretagnes; whom our fathers For me, the ransom of my bold attempt

Have in their own land beaten, bobb’d, and thump'd, Shall be this cold corpse on the earth's cold face; And, on record, left them the heirs of shame. But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt

Shall these enjoy our lands ? lie with our wives? The least of you shall share his part thereof. Ravish our daughters ?-Hark, I hear their drum. Sound, drums and trumpets, boldly and cheerfully;

[Drum afar of: God, and Saint George! Richmond, and victory! Fight, gentlemen of England! fight, bold yeomen!

[Exeunt. Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head! Re-enter King RICHARD, RATCLIFF, Attendants, Amaze the welkin with your broken staves !

Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood; and Forces. K. Rich. What said Northumberland, as touch

Enter a Messenger. ing Richmond ? Rat. That he was never trained up in arms.

What says lord Stanley! will he bring his power ?

Mess. My lord, he doth deny to come. K. Rich. He said the truth: And what said Surrey

K. Rich. Off instantly with his son George's head. then? Rat. He smil'd and said, the better for our pur- After the battle'let George Stanley die.

Nor. My lord, the enemy is pass'd the marsh; pose.

K. Rich. A thousand hearts are great within K. Rich. He was i' the right; and so, indeed, it is.

my bosom:

[Clock strikes. Advance our standards, set upon our foes; Tell the clock there.-Give me a calendar.

Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George, Who saw the sun to-day?

Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons ! Rat.

Not I, my lord. R. Rich. Then he disdains to shine; for, by the Upon them! Victory sits on our helms. (Ereunt. book,

SCENE IV.-Another Part of the Field. He should have brav'd the east an hour ago : A black day will it be to somebody

Alarum: Excursions. Enter NORFOLK, and Ratclif,

Forces; to him CATESBY. Rat. My lord ?

Cate. Rescue, my lord of Norfolk, rescue, rescue!
K. Rich. The sun will not be seen to-day; The king enacts more wonders than a man
The sky doth frown and lour upon our army. Daring an opposite to every danger:
I would, these dewy tears were from the ground. His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights,
Not shine to-day! Why, what is that to me, Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death:
More than to Richmond ? for the self-same heaven, Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost!
That frowns on me, looks sadly upon him.

Alarum. Enter KING RICHARD.
Enter NORFOLK.

K. Rich. A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a Nor. Arm, arm, my lord; the foe vaunts in the

horse! field.

Cate. Withdraw, my lord, I'll help you to a horse. K. Rich. Come, bustle, bustle;-Caparison my K. Rich. Slave, I have set my life upon a cast, horse ;-

And I will stand the hazard of the die :
Call up lord Stanley, bid him bring his power : I think there be six Richmonds in the field;
I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain,

Five have I slain to-day instead of him:-
And thus my battle shall be ordered.

A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse ! My foreward shall be drawn out all in length,

(Exeunt. Consisting equally of horse and foot; Our archers shall be placed in the midst :

Alarums. Enter King RICHARD and RICHMOND ; John duke of Norfolk, Thomas earl of Surrey, and exeunt fighting. Retreat, and Flourish. Shall have the leading of this foot and horse. Then enter RicHMOND, STANLEY bearing the They thus directed, we ourself will follow

Crown, with divers other Lords, and Forces. In the main battle; whose puissance on either side Shall be well winged with our chiefest horse.

Richm. God, and your arms, be prais'd, victorious

friends; This, and Saint George to boot !-What think'st thou, Norfolk?

The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead. Nor. A good direction, warlike sovereign.

Stan. Courageous Richmond, well hast thou This found I on my tent this morning:

acquit thee!

(Giving a Scroll. Lo, here, this long-usurped royalty, K. Rich. Jocky of Norfolk, be not too bold, [Reads.

From the dead temples of this bloody wretch For Dickon thy master is bought and sold.

Have I pluck'd off to grace thy brows withal;

Wear it, enjoy it, and make much of it. A thing devised by the enemy.

Richm. Great God of heaven, say, amen, to all :Go, gentleman, every man unto his charge:

But, tell me first, is young George Stanley living? Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls : Stan. He is, my lord, and sale in Leicester town, Conscience is but a word that cowards use, Whither, if it please you, we may now withdraw us Devised at first to keep the strong in awe;

Richm. What men of name are slain on either Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law.

side? March on, join bravely, let us to't pell-mell;

Stan. John duke of Norfolk, Walter lord Ferrers If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell.

Sir Robert Brackenbury, and sir William Brandon What shall I say more than I have inferr'd?

Richm. Inter their bodies as becomes their births Remember whom you are to cope withal;

Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers tled, A sorti of vagabonds, rascals, and run-aways, That in submission will return to us; A scum of Bretagnes, and base lackey peasants, And, then, as we have ta'en the sacrament, Whom their o'er-cloyed country vomits forth We will unite the white rose with the red : To desperate ventures and assured destruction. Smile heaven upon this fair conjunction, You sleeping safe, they bring you to unrest; That long hath frown'd upon their enmity! You having lands, and bless'd with beauteous wives, What traitor hears me, and says not-Amen? They would restrain the one, distain the other.

England bath long been mad, and scarr'd herself; * Guard.

• Requite. The brother blindly shed the brother's blood, • The ancient familiarization of Richard. Company. The father rashly slaughter'd his own son,

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KING HENRY VIII.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

KING HENRY THE EIGHTH.

GRIFFITH, Gentleman-usher to Queen Katharine. CARDINAL WOLSEY.

Three other Gentlemen.
CARDINAL CAMPEIUS.

Doctor Butts, Physician to the King.
CAPUCIUS, Ambassador from the Emperor Garter King at Arms.
Charles V.

Surveyor to the Duke of Buckingham.
CRANMER, Archbishop of Canterbury.

BRANDON, and a Sergeant at Armis. DUKE OF NORFOLK.

Door-keeper of the Council-chamber. DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM.

Porter and his Man. DUKE OF SUFFOLK.

Page to Gardiner.
EARL OF SURREY.

A Crier.
Lord Chamberlain.
Lord Chancellor.

QUEEN KATHARINE, Wife to King Henry, after. GARDINER, Bishop of Winchester.

wards divorced. BISHOP OF LINCOLN.

ANNE BULLEN, her Maid of Honor ; afterwards LORD ABERGAVENNY.

Queen. LORD SANDS.

An old Lady, Friend to Anne Bullen.'
SIR HENRY GUILDFORD.

PATIENCE, Woman to Queen Katharine.
Sir THOMAS LOVELL.
SIR ANTHONY DENNY.

Several Lords and Ladies in the dumb shows; SIR NICHOLAS VAUX.

Women attending upon the Queen; Spirits, Secretaries to Wolsey.

which appear to her; Scribes, Officers, Guards, CROMWELL, Servant to Wolsey.

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 deceiv'd; for, gentle hearers, know,
To rank our chosen truth with such a show
As fool and fight is, beside forfeiting
Our own brains, and the opinion that we bring,
(To make that only true we now intend,2)
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.

ACT I.

SCENE I.-London. An Ante-chamber in the Buck.

An untimely ague
Palace.

Stay'd me a prisoner in my chamber, when
Enter the DUKE OF Norfolk, at one door; at the Met in the vale of Arde.

Those suns of glory, those two lights of men,3 other the DCKE OF BUCKINGHAM, and the LORD

Nor.

'Twixt Guynes and the Arde: ABERGAVENNY.

I was then present, saw them salute on horseBuck. Good morrow, and well met. How have

back; you done,

Beheld them, when they lighted, how they clung Since last we saw in France ?

In their embracement, as they grew together; Nor.

I thank your grace: Which had they, what four thron'd ones could have Healthful; and ever since a fresh admirer

weigh'd Of what I saw there.

Such a compounded one? 1 Laced. 9 Pretend. : Henry VIII. and Francis I., king of France

suns

Buck.
All the whole time, Buck.

O, many
I was my chamber's prisoner.

Have broke their backs with laying manors on them Nor.

Then you lost For this great journey: What did this vanity, The view of earthly glory : Men might say, But minister communication of Till this time, pomp was single; but now married A most poor issue? To one above itself. Each following day

Nor.

Grievingly I think Became the next day's master, till the last

The peace between the French and us not values Made former wonders its : To-day, the French, The cost that did conclude it. All clinquant, all in gold, like heathen gods,

Buck.

Every man, Shone down the English: and, to-inorrow, they

After the hideous storm that follow'd, was Made Britain, India: every man that stood, A thing inspir'd: and, not consulting, broke Show'd like a mine. Their dwarfish pages were Into a general prophecy, -That this tempest,

a As cherubim, all gilt: the madams too,

Dashing the garment of this peace, aboded Not used to toil, did almost sweat to bear

The sudden breach on't. The pride upon them, that their very labor

Nur.

Which is budded out; Was to them as a painting: now this mask

For France hath tlaw'd the league, and hath alWas cry'd incomparable; and the ensuing night

tach'd Made it a fool, and beggar. The two kinys, Our merchants' goods at Bourdeaux. Equal in lustre, were now best, now worst,

Aber.

Is it therefore As presence did present them; him in eye,

The abmassador is silenced? Still him in praise : and, being present both,

Nur.

Marry, is't. 'Twas said, they saw but one; and no discerner Aber. A proper title of a peace; and purchas'd Durst way his tongue in censure. When these At a superiluous rate!

Buck.

Why, all this business (For so they phrase them) by their heralds chal. Our reverend cardinal carried. lenged

Nor.

'Like it, your grace, The noble spirits to arms, they did perform

The state takes notice of the private dillerence Beyond thought's compass; that former fabulous Betwixt you and the cardinal.

I advise you, story,

(And take it from a heart that wishes towards you Being now seen possible enough, got credit, Honor and plenteous safety,) that you read That Beviso was believ'd.

The cardinal's malice and his potency Buck. 0, you go far.

Together: to consider further, that Nor. As I belong to worship, and affect

What his high hatred would effect, wants not In honor honesty, the tract of every thing

A minister in his power: You know his nature, Would by a good discourser lose some lite,

That he's revengerul; and I know, bis sword Which action's self was tongue to. All was royal; Hath a sharp edge; it's long, and, it may be said, To the disposing of it nought rebell'd,

It reaches far; and where 'iwill not extend, Order gave cach thing view; the office did

Thither be darts it. Bosom up my counsel, Distinctly his full function.

You'll find it wholesome. Lu, where comes that rock,
Buck.
Who did guide,

That I advise your shunning.
I mean, who set the body and the limbs
Of this great sport together, as you guess ?

Enter CARDINAL WOLSEY, (the Purse borne before Nor. One, certesi that promises no elements

him,) certain of the Guard, and two Secretaries In such a business.

with Papers. The CARDINAL in his passage Buck.

I pray you, who, my lord? fizeth his eye on BCCKINGHAM, and BUCKINGHAM Nor. All this was order'd by the good discretion

on him, both full of disdain. rithe right reverend cardinal of York.

Wol. The duke of Buckingham's surveyor ? ha? Buck. The devil speed him! no man's pie is Where's his examination ? free'd

1 Secr.

Here, so please you. From his ambitious finger. What had he

Wol. Is he in person ready? To do in these tierce vanities? I wonder,

1 Secr.

Ay, please your grace. That such a keecho can with his very bulk

Wol. Well, we shall then know more; and BuckTake up the rays o' the beneficial sun,

ingham And keep it from the earth.

Shall lessen this big look.
Nor.
Surely, sir,

Exeunt WOLSEY, and Train. There's in him stuff that puts him to these ends:

Buck. This butcher's cur3 is venom-mouth'd, For, being not propp'd by ancestry, (whose grace

and I Chalks successors their way,) nor cali’d upon Have not the power to muzzle him: therefore best For high teats done to the crown; neither allied Not wake him in his slumber. A beggar's book To eminent assistance, but, spider-like,

Out-worths a noble's blood. Out of his self-drawing web, he gives us note,

Nor.

What, are you cha fed? The force of his own merit makes his way;

Ask God for temperance; that's the appliance only, A giit that heaven gives for him, which buys

Which your disease requires. A place next to the king.

Buck.

I read in his looks Aber. I cannot tell

Matter against me; and his eye revil'd What heaven hath given him, let some graver eye

Me, as his abject object: at this instant Pierce into that; but I can see his pride

He'borest me with some trick: He's gone to the Pecp through each part of him: Whence has he

king; that?

I'll follow, and out-stare him. If not from hell, the devil is a niggard;

Nor.

Stay, my lord, Or has given all before, and he begins

And let your reason with your choler question A new hell in himself.

What 'tis you go about: To clinb steep hills
Buck.
Why the devil,

Requires slow pace at first : Anger is like
Upon this French going-out, took he upon him,

A full-hot horse; who being allow'd his way, Without the privity o' the king, to appoint

Seli-metile tires him. Not a man in England Who should attend on him? He makes up the Can advise me like you; be to yourselt tile

As you would to your friend. Of all the gentry; for the most part such

Buck.

I'll to the king, Too, whom as great a charge as little honor

And from a mouth of honor quite cry down He meant to lay upon: and his own letter,'

This Ipswich tellow's insolence; or proclaim, The honorable board of council out,

There's ditlerence in no persons. Must fetch him in the papers.

Nor.

Be advis'd: Aber.

I do know

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot Kinsmen of mine, three at the least, that have

That it do singe yourself: We may out-run, By this so sicken'd their estates, that never

By violent switness, that which we run at, They shall abound as formerly.

And lose by over-running. Know you not,. Glittering, shining. : In opinion, which was most noble.

The fire, that mounts the liquor till it run o'er 6 Sir Beris, an old romance.

d. 1 Certainly.

In seeining to augment it, wastes it? Be advis . Practice,