Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes. England: Vols. IIV. 187679. | | | | Tamworth | | Plain near Tamworth | | William Shakespeare (15641616) |
| | From The Tragedy of King Richard the Third, Act V. Scene 2. Enter, with drum and colors, R ICHMOND, O XFORD, S IR J AMES B LUNT, S IR W ALTER H ERBERT, and others, with Forces, marching. |
| RICHMOND. Fellows in arms, and my most loving friends, | |
| Bruisd underneath the yoke of tyranny, | |
| Thus far into the bowels of the land | |
| Have we marchd on without impediment; | |
| And here receive we from our father Stanley | 5 |
| Lines of fair comfort and encouragement. | |
| The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar, | |
| That spoild your summer-fields and fruitful vines, | |
| Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his trough | |
| In your embowelld bosoms, this foul swine | 10 |
| Lies now even in the centre of this isle, | |
| Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn. | |
| From Tamworth thither is but one days march; | |
| In Gods name, cheerly on, courageous friends, | |
| To reap the harvest of perpetual peace | 15 |
| By this one bloody trial of sharp war. | |
| OXF. Every mans conscience is a thousand men, | |
| To fight against that guilty homicide. | |
| HERB. I doubt not but his friends will turn to us. | |
| BLUNT. He hath no friends but who are friends for fear; | 20 |
| Which, in his dearest need, will fly from him. | |
| RICHM. All for our vantage: then, in Gods name, march. | |
| True hope is swift, and flies with swallows wings, | |
| Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. | | | |
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