Vaugh. Think upon Vaughan; and, with guilty | O, no: alas, I rather hate myself, fear, 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 is, I am I. Is there a murderer here? No;- Yes; I am : Lest I revenge. What? Myself on myself? For hateful deeds committed by myself. I am a villain: Yet I lie, I am not. Fool, of thyself speak well:- Fool, do not flatter. Nay, wherefore should they? since that I myself Methought, the souls of all that I had murder'd What thinkest thou, will our friends prove all true? Ratcliff, I fear, I fear,- [Exeunt KING RICHARD and RATCLIFF. RICHMOND wakes. Enter OXFORD and others. Lords. Good morrow, Richmond. Richm. 'Cry mercy, lords, and watchful gentlemen, That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard here. Lords. How have you slept, my lord? Richm. 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! One rais'd in blood, and one in blood establish'd; One that made means to come by what he hath, Nor. A good direction, warlike sovereign. A base foul stone, made precious by the foil Shall be this cold corpse on the earth's cold face; [Giving a screwb K. Rich. Jocky of Norfolk, be not too bold, [Reads. A thing devised by the enemy. Go, gentlemen, every man unto his charge: What shall I say more than I have infer'd? Remember whom you are to cope withal; A sort of vagabonds, rascals, and run-aways, A scum of Bretagnes, and base lackey peasants, Whom their o'er-cloy'd country vomits forth To desperate ventures and assur'd destruction. You sleeping safe, they bring you to unrest; You having lands, and bless'd with beauteous wives, They would restrain the one, distain the other. And who doth lead them, but a paltry fellow, Long kept in Bretagne at our mother's cost? A milk-sop, one that never in his life Felt so much cold as over shoes in snow? Let's whip these stragglers o'er the seas again; Lash hence these over-weening rags of France, These famish'd beggars, weary of their lives; Who, but for dreaming on this fond exploit, For want of means, poor rats, had hang'd themselves. If we be conquer'd, let men conquer us, And not these bastard Bretagnes, whom our fathers Have in their own land beaten, bobb'd, and thump'd, And, on record, left them the heirs of shame. Shall these enjoy our lands? lie with our wives? Ravish our daughters? - Hark, I hear their drum. [Drum afar of Fight, gentlemen of England! fight, bold yeomen! K. Rich. Then he disdains to shine; for, by the Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head! 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. Who saw the sun to-day? Rat. book, Not I, my lord. The sun will not be seen to-day; Caparison my horse; In the main battle; whose puissance on either side [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! Alarum. Enter KING RICHARD. 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; [Exeunt. Alarums. Enter KING RICHARD and RICHMOND; and exeunt, fighting. Retreat, and flourish. Then 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! Lo, here, this long-usurped royalty, From the dead temples of this bloody wretch 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. O, now let Richmond and Elizabeth, Doctor BUTTS, physician to the King. Garter, King at Arins. CAPUCIUS, Ambassador from the Emperor, Charles V. Surveyor to the Duke of Buckingham. CRANMER, Archbishop of Canterbury. DUKE OF NORFOLK. DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM. DUKE OF SUFFolk. EARL OF SURREY. GARDINER, Bishop of Winchester. BISHOP OF LINCOLN. LORD ABERGAVENNY. Sir HENRY GUILDFORD. Sir THOMAS LOVELL. Secretaries to Wolsey. CROMWELL, Servant to Wolsey. GRIFFITH, Gentleman- Usher to Queen Katharine. BRANDON, and a Sergeant at Arms. Door-keeper of the Council-Chamber. Porter, and his man. Page to Gardiner. A Crier. QUEEN KATHARINE, wife to King Henry, afterwards divorced. ANNE BULLEN, her Maid of Honour, afterwards An old Lady, friend to Anne Bullen. 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. 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, Will be deceiv'd: for, gentle hearers, know, Be sad, as we would make you: Think, ye see As they were living; think, you see them great, ACT I. An Ante-chamber in the Palace. I was my chamber's prisoner. Then you lost Buck. I pray you, who, my lord? Nor. All this was order'd by the good discretior. 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, That such a keech, can with his very bulk Take up the o' the beneficial sun, rays And keep it from the earth. Nor. Surely, sir, There's in him stuff that puts him to these ends: For, being not propp'd by ancestry, (whose grace Chalks successors their way,) nor call'd upon For high feats done to the crown; neither allied To eminent assistants, but, spider-like, Out of his self-drawing web, he gives us note, The force of his own merit makes his way; A gift that heaven gives for him, which buys A place next to the king. Aber. I cannot tell Upon this French going-out, took he upon him, Aber. Buck. 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. The ambassador is silenc'd? Aber. Nor. Is it therefore Marry, is't. Aber. A proper title of a peace; and purchas'd At a superfluous rate! Buck. Why, all this business Our reverend cardinal carried. Nor. 'Like it your grace, The state takes notice of the private difference |