Act V
Scene I
Salisbury. An open place.
Enter the Sheriff, and Buckingham, with halberds, led to execution. | |
Buckingham | Will not King Richard let me speak with him? |
Sheriff | No, my good lord; therefore be patient. |
Buckingham |
Hastings, and Edward’s children, Rivers, Grey,
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Sheriff | It is, my lord. |
Buckingham |
Why, then All-Souls’ day is my body’s doomsday.
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Scene II
The camp near Tamworth.
Enter Richmond, Oxford, Blunt, Herbert, and others, with drum and colours. | |
Richmond |
Fellows in arms, and my most loving friends,
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Oxford |
Every man’s conscience is a thousand swords,
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Herbert | I doubt not but his friends will fly to us. |
Blunt |
He hath no friends but who are friends for fear,
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Richmond |
All for our vantage. Then, in God’s name, march:
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Scene III
Bosworth Field.
Enter King Richard in arms, with Norfolk, the Earl of Surrey, and others. | |
King Richard |
Here pitch our tents, even here in Bosworth field.
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Surrey | My heart is ten times lighter than my looks. |
King Richard | My Lord of Norfolk— |
Norfolk | Here, most gracious liege. |
King Richard | Norfolk, we must have knocks; ha! must we not? |
Norfolk | We must both give and take, my gracious lord. |
King Richard |
Up with my tent there! here will I lie to-night;
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Norfolk | Six or seven thousand is their utmost power. |
King Richard |
Why, our battalion trebles that account:
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Enter, on the other side of the field, Richmond, Sir William Brandon, Oxford, and others. Some of the Soldiers pitch Richmond’s tent. | |
Richmond |
The weary sun hath made a golden set,
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Blunt |
Unless I have mista’en his colours much,
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Richmond |
If without peril it be possible,
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Blunt |
Upon my life, my lord, I’ll undertake it;
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Richmond |
Good night, good Captain Blunt. Come gentlemen,
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Enter, to his tent, King Richard, Norfolk, Ratcliff, Catesby, and others. | |
King Richard | What is’t o’clock? |
Catesby |
It’s supper-time, my lord;
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King Richard |
I will not sup to-night.
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Catesby | It is, my liege; and all things are in readiness. |
King Richard |
Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge;
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Norfolk | I go, my lord. |
King Richard | Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle Norfolk. |
Norfolk | I warrant you, my lord. Exit. |
King Richard | Catesby! |
Catesby | My lord? |
King Richard |
Send out a pursuivant at arms
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Ratcliff | My lord? |
King Richard | Saw’st thou the melancholy Lord Northumberland? |
Ratcliff |
Thomas the Earl of Surrey, and himself,
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King Richard |
So, I am satisfied. Give me a bowl of wine:
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Ratcliff | It is, my lord. |
King Richard |
Bid my guard watch; leave me.
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Enter Derby to Richmond in his tent, Lords and others attending. | |
Derby | Fortune and victory sit on thy helm! |
Richmond |
All comfort that the dark night can afford
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Derby |
I, by attorney, bless thee from thy mother,
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Richmond |
Good lords, conduct him to his regiment:
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Enter the Ghost of Prince Edward, son to Henry the Sixth. | |
Ghost |
To Richard. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow!
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Enter the Ghost of Henry the Sixth. | |
Ghost |
To Richard. When I was mortal, my anointed body
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Enter the Ghost of Clarence. | |
Ghost |
To Richard. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow!
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Enter the Ghosts of Rivers, Grey, and Vaughan. | |
Ghost of Rivers |
To Richard. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow,
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Ghost of Grey | To Richard. Think upon Grey, and let thy soul despair! |
Ghost of Vaughan |
To Richard. Think upon Vaughan, and, with guilty fear,
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All |
To Richmond. Awake, and think our wrongs in Richard’s bosom
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Enter the Ghost of Hastings. | |
Ghost of Hastings |
To Richard. Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake,
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Enter the Ghosts of the two young Princes. | |
Ghosts |
To Richard. Dream on thy cousins smother’d in the Tower:
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Enter the Ghost of Lady Anne. | |
Ghost |
To Richard. Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy wife,
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Enter the Ghost of Buckingham. | |
Ghost |
To Richard. The last was I that help’d thee to the crown;
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King Richard |
Give me another horse: bind up my wounds.
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Enter Ratcliff. | |
Ratcliff | My lord! |
King Richard | ’Zounds! who is there? |
Ratcliff |
Ratcliff, my lord; ’tis I. The early village-cock
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King Richard |
O Ratcliff, I have dream’d a fearful dream!
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Ratcliff | No doubt, my lord. |
King Richard | O Ratcliff, I fear, I fear— |
Ratcliff | Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of shadows. |
King Richard |
By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night
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Enter the Lords to Richmond, sitting in his tent. | |
Lords | Good morrow, Richmond! |
Richmond |
Cry mercy, lords and watchful gentlemen,
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Lords | How have you slept, my lord? |
Richmond |
The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding dreams
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Lords | Upon the stroke of four. |
Richmond | Why, then ’tis time to arm and give direction. |
His oration to his soldiers. | |
More than I have said, loving countrymen,
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Re-enter King Richard, Ratcliff, Attendants and Forces. | |
King Richard | What said Northumberland as touching Richmond? |
Ratcliff | That he was never trained up in arms. |
King Richard | He said the truth: and what said Surrey then? |
Ratcliff | He smiled and said “The better for our purpose.” |
King Richard |
He was in the right; and so indeed it is. Clock striketh.
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Ratcliff | Not I, my lord. |
King Richard |
Then he disdains to shine; for by the book
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Ratcliff | My lord? |
King Richard |
The sun will not be seen to-day;
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Enter Norfolk. | |
Norfolk | Arm, arm, my lord; the foe vaunts in the field. |
King Richard |
Come, bustle, bustle; caparison my horse.
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Norfolk |
A good direction, warlike sovereign.
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King Richard |
Reads. “Jockey of Norfolk, be not too bold,
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His oration to his Army. | |
What shall I say more than I have inferr’d?
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Enter a Messenger. | |
What says Lord Stanley? will he bring his power? | |
Messenger | My lord, he doth deny to come. |
King Richard | Off with his son George’s head! |
Norfolk |
My lord, the enemy is past the marsh:
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King Richard |
A thousand hearts are great within my bosom:
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Scene IV
Another part of the field.
Alarum: excursions. Enter Norfolk and forces fighting; to him Catesby. | |
Catesby |
Rescue, my Lord of Norfolk, rescue, rescue!
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Alarums. Enter King Richard. | |
King Richard | A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! |
Catesby | Withdraw, my lord; I’ll help you to a horse. |
King Richard |
Slave, I have set my life upon a cast,
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Scene V
Another part of the field.
Alarum. Enter Richard and Richmond; they fight. Richard is slain. Retreat and flourish. Re-enter Richmond, Derby bearing the crown, with divers other Lords. | |
Richmond |
God and your arms be praised, victorious friends;
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Derby |
Courageous Richmond, well hast thou acquit thee.
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Richmond |
Great God of heaven, say Amen to all!
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Derby |
He is, my lord, and safe in Leicester town;
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Richmond | What men of name are slain on either side? |
Derby |
John Duke of Norfolk, Walter Lord Ferrers,
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Richmond |
Inter their bodies as becomes their births:
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