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Another Part of the Field. | |
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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: | 5 |
| 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! | |
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Alarum. Enter KING RICHARD.
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| K. Rich. A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! | 10 |
| 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.— | 15 |
| A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! [Exeunt. | |
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Alarums. Enter from opposite sides KING RICHARD and RICHMOND, and exeunt fighting. Retreat and flourish. Then re-enter RICHMOND, STANLEY, bearing the crown, with divers other Lords, and Forces. | |
| Richm. God and your arms be prais’d, victorious friends; | |
| The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead. | |
| Stan. Courageous Richmond, well hast thou acquit thee! | 20 |
| 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! | 25 |
| But, tell me, is young George Stanley living? | |
| Stan. He is, my lord, and safe in Leicester town; | |
| Whither, if you please, we may withdraw us. | |
| Richm. What men of name are slain on either side? | |
| Stan. John Duke of Norfolk, Walter Lord Ferrers, | 30 |
| 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, | 35 |
| We will unite the white rose and 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; | 40 |
| 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, | 45 |
| 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-fac’d peace, | 50 |
| 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, | 55 |
| 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. | |
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