The Life and Death of Richard the Third.Enter Richard.Rich.A Horse, a Horse, my Kingdome for a Horse.Cates.
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Withdraw my Lord, Ile helpe you to a HorseRich.Slaue, I haue set my life vpon a cast,And I will stand the hazard of the Dye:I thinke there be sixe Richmonds in the field,Fiue haue I slaine to day, in stead of him.
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A Horse, a Horse, my Kingdome for a Horse.
[Act 5, Scene 5]
AlatumAlarum, Enter Richard and Richmond, they fight, Richard
is slaine.
Retreat, and Flourish. Enter Richmond, Derby bearing the
Crowne, with diuers other Lords.
Richm.God, and your ArmesBe prais'd Victorious Friends;The day is ours, the bloudy Dogge is dead.Der.Couragious Richmond,
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Well hast thou acquit thee: Loe,Heere these long vsurped Royalties,From the dead Temples of this bloudy Wretch,Haue I pluck'd off, to grace thy Browes withall.Weare it, and make much of it.Richm.
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Great God of Heauen, say Amen to all.But tell me, is yong
George Stanley liuing?
Der.He is my Lord, and safe in Leicester Towne,Whither (if you please) we may withdraw vs.Richm.What men of name are slaine on either side?
Iohn Duke of Norfolke,
Walter Lord Ferris,
Sir
Robert Brokenbury, and Sir
William Brandon.
Richm.Interre their Bodies, as become their Birth,Proclaime a pardon to the Soldiers fled,That in submission will returne to vs,
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And then as we haue tane the Sacrament,We will vnite the White Rose, and the Red.Smile Heauen vpon this faire Coniunction,That long haue frown'd vpon their Enmity:What Traitor heares me, and sayes not Amen
?
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England hath long beene mad, and scarr'd her selfe;The Brother blindely shed the Brothers blood;The Father, rashly slaughtered his owne Sonne;The Sonne compell'd, beene Butcher to the Sire;All this diuided Yorke and Lancaster,
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Diuided, in their dire Diuision.O now, let
Richmond and
Elizabeth,
The true Succeeders of each Royall House,By Gods faire ordinance, conioyne together:And let thy Heires (God if thy will be so)
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Enrich the time to come, with Smooth‑fac'd Peace,With smiling Plenty, and faire Prosperous dayes.Abate the edge of Traitors, Gracious Lord,That would reduce these bloudy dayes againe,And make poore England weepe in Streames of Blood;
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Let them not liue to taste this Lands increase,That would with Treason, wound this faire Lands peace.Now Ciuill wounds are stopp'd, Peace liues agen;That she may long liue heere, God say, Amen.ExeuntFINIS.
Scena Secunda.
[Act 5, Scene 2]
Enter Richmond, Oxford, Blunt, Herbert, and
others with drum and colours.
RichmFellowes in Armes, and my most louing FrendsBruis'd vnderneath the yoake of Tyranny,An ink mark follows the end of this line.Thus farre into the bowels of the Land,
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Haue we marcht on without impediment;And heere receiue we from our Father
StanleyLines of faire comfort and encouragement:The wretched, bloody and vsurping Boare,(That spoyl'd your Summer Fields, and fruitfull Vines)
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Swilles your warm blood like wash, & makes his troughIn your embowel'd bosomes: This foule SwineIs now euen in the Centry of this Isle,Ne're to the Towne of Leicester, as we learne:From Tamworth thither, is but one dayes march.
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In Gods name cheerely on, couragious Friends,To reape the Haruest of perpetuall peace,By this one bloody tryall off sharpe Warre.Oxf.Euery mans Conscience is a thousand men,To fight against this guilty Homicide.Her.
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I doubt not but his Friends will turne to vs.Blunt.He hath no friends, but what are friends for fear,Which in his deerest neede will flye from him.Richm.All for our vantage, then in Gods name march,True Hope is swift, and flyes with Swallowes wings,
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Kings it makes Gods, and meaner creatures Kings.Exeunt Omnes.
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<l n="3248">Euery mans Conscience is a thousand men,</l>
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<l n="3250">I doubt not but his Friends will turne to vs.</l>
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<l n="3251">He hath no friends, but what are friends for fear,</l>
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<l n="3253">All for our vantage, then in Gods name march,</l>
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<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt Omnes.</stage>
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