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 off. Fight, gentlemen of England! fight, bold, yeomen! Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head! Spur your proud horses, hard, and ride in blood; Amaze the welkin with your broken staves! Enter a Messenger. What says lord Stanley? will he bring his power? Mess. My lord, he doth deny to come. K. Rich. Off with his son George's head! Nor. My lord, the enemy is pass'd the marsh; After the battle let George Stanley die. K. Rich. A thousand hearts are great within my bosom ; Advance our standards, set upon our foes ; Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George, Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons! Upon them! Victory sits on our helms. [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! The king enacts more wonders than a man. His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights, Alarum. Enter KING RICHARD. K. Rich. A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! 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 :A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! [Exeunt. Alarums. Enter KING RICHARD and RICHMOND; they fight; RICHARD is slain. Retreat and flourish. Then re-enter RICHMOND, STANLEY bearing the crown, with divers other Lords, and Forces. Richm. God, and your arms, be praised, victorious friends; The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead. Stan. Courageous Richmond, well hast thou acquit thee! Lo, here, these long-usurped royalties, From the dead temples of this bloody wretch Richm. Great God of heaven, say, Amen, to all! 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 Sir Robert Brakenbury, and sir William Brandon. Richm. Inter ther bodies as becomes their births. Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fled Divided, in their dire division, O, now let Richmond and Elizabeth, |