Had rather have us win, than him they follow.
For what is he, they follow? Truly, gentlemen,
A bloody tyrant, and a homicide,

One rais'd in blood, and one in blood establish'd;
One that made means to come by what he hath,
And flaughter'd those that were the means to help him.
A bafe foul ftone, made precious by the foil
Of England's Chair, (9) where he is falfely fet,
One, that hath ever been God's enemy;
"Then if you fight against God's enemy,
God will in juftice ward you as his foldiers.
If you do fweat to put a Tyrant down,
You fleep in peace, the tyrant being flain:
If you do fight against your Country's foes,
Your Country's Fat fhall pay your pains the Hire.
If you do fight in fafeguard of your wives,
Your wives fhall welcome home the conquerors.
you do free your children from the sword,
Your childrens' children quit it in your age.
Then, in the name of God, and all these rights,
Advance your standards; draw your willing fwords.
For me, the ransom of my bold attempt (1)
Shall be this cold corps on the earth's cold face:
But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt,
The least of you fhall share his part thereof.

If

Sound, drums and trumpets, boldly, cheerfully; (2) God, and Saint George, Richmond, and Victory; SCENE

(و)

-By the foil

Of England's Chair,] It is plain that foil cannot here mean that of which the obfcurity recommends the brightness of the diamond. It muft mean the leaf (feuielle) or thin plate of metal in which the stone is set.

(1) The ranfom of my bold attempt.] The fine paid by me in atonement for my rafhnefs fhall be my dead corpfe.

(2) Sound drums and trumpets, boldly, chearfully,

God, and St. George, &c.] St. George was the common cry of the English foldiers, when they charged the enemy. The author of the old Arte of Warre, cited above, printed in the iatter end of queen Elizabeth's reign, formally enjoins the use of this cry among his military laws. 84. Item, that all foul"diers entering into battaile, affault, fkirmish, or other faction "of armes, fhalt have for their common cry and word, St. George, St. George, forward, or upon them, St. George, "whereby

SCENE VII.

Enter King Richard, Ratcliff and Catesby.

K. Rich. What faid Northumberland, as touching Richmond?

Rat. That he was never trained up in arms.

K. Rich. He faid the truth ; and what faid Surrey then?

Rat. He fmil'd and faid, the better for our purpose. K. Rich. He was i'th'right, and fo, indeed, it is. -Tell the clock there- -give me a Kalendar. [Clock firikes.

Who faw the Sun to-day?

Rat. Not I, my Lord.

K. Rich. Then he difdains to fhine: for, by the

book,

He should have brav'd the Eaft an hour ago.
A black day it will be to fomebody,
Ratcliff.

Rat. My Lord ?

K. Rich. The Sun will not be feen to day;
The sky doth frown and lowre upon our army.
I would these dewy tears were from the ground,
-Not fhine to day? why what is that to me
More than to Richmond? for the felf fame heav'n
That frowns on me, looks fadly upon him.

Enter Norfolk.

Nor. Arm, arm, my Lord, the foe vaunts in the field.

K. Rich. Come, buftle, bustle-caparison my horse.

wherby the fouldier is much comforted, and the enemy dif maid by calling to minde, the antient valour of England, "which with that name has fo often been victorious and

therefore, he that upon any finifter zeale, fhall maliciously "omit fo fortunate a name, fhall be feverely punished for his "obftinate erroneous heart, and preverfe mind." p. 47.

F 2

Mr. WARTON.
-Call

Call up Lord Stanley, bid him bring his Power;
I will lead forth my foldiers to the plain,
And thus my battle shall be ordered.

My Forward fhall be drawn out all in length,
Confifting equally of horfe and foot;

Our Archers shall be placed in the midst
John Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Earl of Surrey,
Shall have the leading of the foot and horse.

This and St. George to boot! (3)-What think'ft thou,
Norfolk?

Nor. A good direction, warlike Sovereign.

This paper found I on my tent this morning.

[Giving a Scroval.

Jocky of Norfolk, be not fo bold, [Reads.
For Dickon thy mafter is bought and fold.

K. Rich. A thing devifed by the enemy.
-Go, gentlemen, go, each man to his Charge.
Let not our babbling dreams affright our fouls;
Conscience is but a word that cowards use,
Devis'd at firft to keep the strong in awe :
Our strong arms be our confcience, fwords our law.
March on, join bravely, let us to't pell-mell,
If not to heav'n, then hand and hand to hell.
What shall I fay more than I have inferr'd?
Remember, whom you are to cope withal

A fort of vagabonds, of rafcals, runaways, A fcum of Britons, and bafe lackey-pealants, Whom their o'er-cloyed Country vomits forth To defperate adventures and deftruction. You fleeping fafe, they bring you to unreft: You having lands, and bleft with beauteous wives, They would diftrain the one, diftain the other. (4) And

(3) This and St. George to boot!] That is, this is the order of our battle, which promifes fuccefs, and over and above this, is the protection of our patron Saint.

This and St. George to boot, is to help ;]-As I conceive not over and above. Mr. HAWKINS.

*A fort, that is, a company, a collection. (4) They would RESTRAIN the one, diftain the other.] The

And who doth lead them but a paltry fellow,, (5)
Long kept in Bretagne at his mother's coft?
A milk-fop, one that never in his life
Felt fo much cold, as over fhoes in fnow.
Let's whip these stragglers o'er the seas again,
Lash hence thefe over-weening rags
of France,
Thefe famifh'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 thefe baftard Britons, whom our fathers
Have in their own Land beaten, bobb'd, and thump'd;
And on record left them the heirs of fhame..

Shall these enjoy our Lands? lie with our wives?
Ravish our daughters ?hark, I hear their drum.
[Drum afar off.
Fight, gentlemen of England, fight, bold yeomen!
Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head
Spur your proud horfes hard, and ride in blood,
Amaze the welkin with your broken staves! (6)

Enter a Messenger.

What fays Lord Stanley, will he bring his Power?
Mef. My Lord he doth deny to come.

K. Rich. Off with his fon George's head.

Nor. My Lord, the enemy hath paft the marsh After the battle let George Stanley die..

one means the Lands; the other their wives. It is plain then we should read.

They would DISTRAIN.

i. e. feize upon.

WARBURTON.

(5) And who doth lead them but a paltry fellow,

Long kept in Britain at our Mother's Coft] This is fpoken by Richard, of Henry Earl of Richmond: but they were far from having any common Mother, but England: and the Earl of Richmond was not fubfifted abroad at the Nation's publick Charge. During the greatest part of his Residence abroad, he was watch'd and reftrain'd almoft like a Captive; and fubfifted by Supplies convey'd from the Countess of Richmond, his Mother. It seems probable therefore that we must read; Long kept in Bretagne at his Mother's G.ft. (6) That is, fright the fkies with the fbivers of your Lances. F 3

THEOBALDA

K. Rich

K. Rich. A thousand hearts are great within my

bofom.

Advance our standards, fet upon our foes
Our ancient word of courage, fair St. George,
Infpire us with the fpleen of fiery dragons.
Upon them! Victory fits on our helms.

SCENE VIII

- [Exeunt.

Alarm. Excurfions. Enter Catesby.

Catef. Refcue, my Lord of Norfolk ! rescue! ref

cue !

The King enacts more wonders than a man,
Daring an oppofite to every danger!
His horfe is flain, and all on foot he fights.
Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death.
-Rescue, fair Lord, or elfe the day is loft.

Alarum. Enter King Richard.

K. Rich. A horfe! a horfe! my Kingdom for a horfe t Catef. Withdraw, my Lord, I'll help you to a horse. K. Rich. Slave, I have set my life upon a Caft, And I will stand the hazard of the Dye.

—I think there be fix Richmonds in the field;
Five have I flain to day inftead of him.

-A horfe! a horse! my Kingdom for a horfe!

[Exeunt,

Alarms. Enter King Richard and Richmond; they fight, Richard is flain.

Retreat and Flourish. Enter Richmond, Stanley bearing the Crown, with divers others Lords.

Richm. God and your arms be prais'd, victorious friends,

The day is ours! the bloody dog is dead.