if you do sweat to put a tyrant down, You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain; If you do fight against your country's foes, Your country's fat shall pay your pains the hire; If you do fight in safeguard of your wives, Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors; If you do free your children from the sword, For me, the ransom of my bold attempt God, and Saint George! Richmond, and vic- K. Rich. What said Northumberland, as touching Richmond? Rat. That he was never trained up in arms. K. Rich. He said the truth: And what said Surrey then? Rat. He smil'd and said, the better for our purpose. it is. K. Rich. He was i'the right; and so, indeed, [Clock strikes. Tell the clock there.-Give me a calendar.Who saw the sun to-day? Rut. Not 1. my lord." K. Rich. Then he disdains to shine; for, by the book, He should have brav'd the east an hour ago: Rat. My lord? K. Rich. The sun will not be seen to-day; That frowns on me, looks sadly upon him. Nor. Arm, arm, my lord; the foe vaunts in the field. K. Rich. Come, bustle, bustle ;-Caparison my horse; Call uplord Stanley, bid him bring his power:- Shall be well winged with our chiefest horse. This, and Saint George to boot!-What think'st thou, Norfolk ? Nor. A good direction, warlike sovereign. This found I on my tent this morning. [Giring a scroll. K. Rich.ocky of Norfolk, be not too bold, reads. For Dickont thy master is bought and sold. * Requite. + Made it splendid. The ancient familiarization of Richard. A thing devised by the enemy.- March on, join bravely, let us to't pell-mell; What shall I say more than I have inferr'd They would restrain the one, distain the other. themselves: If we be conquer'd, let men conquer us, And not these bastard Bretagnes; whom our fathers [thump'd. Have in their own land beaten, bobb'd, and 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 b power? Mess. My lord, he doth deny to come. K. Rich. Off instantly 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 Advance our standards, set upon our toes; my bosom: 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, Alarum. Enter King RICHARD. K. Rich. A horse! a horse! my kingdom fo a horse! Cate. Withdraw, my lord, I'll help you to a horse. K. Rich. Slave, I have set my life upon a And I will stand the hazard of the die: cast, 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; 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 acquit thee! Richm. Inter their bodies as becomes their Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fled, The brother blindly shed the brother's blood, Lo, here, this long-usurped royalty, The true succeeders of each royal house, peace, With smiling plenty, and fair prosperous days blood! Let them not live to taste this land's increase, That would with treason wound this fair land's peace! Now civil wounds are stopp'd, peace lives again; That she may long live here, God say-Amen [Exeunt. KING HENRY VIII. KING HENRY THE EIGHTH. PERSONS REPRESENTED. CARDINAL WOLSEY.-CARDINAL CAMPEIUS. CRANMER, Archbishop of Canterbury. BISHOP OF LINCOLN.-LORD ABERGAVENNY. SIR HENRY GUILdford.-Sir ThoMAS LOVELL. CROMWELL, Servant to Wolsey. rine. IHREE OTHER GENTLEMEN. DOCTOR BUTTS, Physician to the King. GARTER, King at Arms SURVEYOR to the Duke of Buckingham. PAGE to Gardiner.—A CRIER. QUEEN KATHARINE, Wife to King Henry; afterwards divorced. ANNE BULLEN, her Maid of Honour; afterwards Queen. AN OLD LADY, Friend to Anne Bullen. Several Lords and Ladies in the Dumb Shows; SCENE, chiefly in London and Westminste once, at Kimbolton. I COME no more to make you laugh; things | SCENE 1.-London.-An Autc-chamber in now, That bear a weighty and a serious brow, The first and happiest hearers of the town, Of thousand friends; then, in a moment, see • Laced. Palace. Enter the Duke of NORFOLK, at one door; at the other, the Duke of BUCKINGHAM, and the Lord ABERGAVENNY. Buck. Good morrow, and well met. How have you done, Since last we saw in France? Buck. An untimely ague Stay'd me a prisoner in my chamber, when Those suns of glory, those two lights of men,* Met in the vale of Arde. Nor. "Twixt Guynes and Arde: back; I was then present, saw them salute on horse- The view of earthly glory: Men might say, Till this time, pomp was single; but now mar ried To one above itself. Each following day Henry VIII. and Francis 1. king of Fi nce. Shone down the English: and, to-morrow, Made Britain, India: every man, that stood, were As cherubims, all gilt; the madams too, [them Nor. Grievingly I think, [values Made it a fool, and beggar. The two kings, Equal in lustre, were now best, now worst, As presence did present them; bim in eye, Still him in praise: and, being present both, 'Twas said, they saw but one; and no discerner Durst wag his tongue in censure. When these suns [challeng'd (For so they phrase them,) by their heralds After the hideous storm that follow'd, was The noble spirits to arms, they did perform A thing inspir'd: and, not consulting, broke Beyond thought's compass; that former fabu-Into a general prophecy, That this tempest, lous story, Being now seen possible enough, got credit, Buck. O, you go far. Nor. As I belong to worship, and affect To the disposing of it nought rebell'd, Buck. Who did guide, I mean, who set the body and the limbs Buck. I pray you, who, my lord? cretion Dashing the garment of this peace, aboded Nor. Which is budded out; [tach'd For France hath flaw'd the league, and hath at- Aber. Is it therefore The ambassador is silenc'd? Nor. Marry, is't. Aber. A proper title of a peace; and purchas'd At a superfluous rate! Buck. Why, all this business Nor. 'Like it your grace, The state takes notice of the private difference Betwixt you and the cardinal. I advise you, (And take it from a heart that wishes towards you Nor. All this was order'd by the good dis- Honour and plenteous safety,) that you read The cardinal's malice and his potency Together: to consider further, that Of the right reverend cardinal of York. Buck. The devil speed him! no man's pie is What his high hatred would effect, wants not A minister in his power: You know his na free'd From his ambitious finger. What had he Nor. Surely, Sir, There's in him stuff that puts him to these To eminent assistants, but, spider-like, Aber. I cannot tell [eye What heaven hath given him, let some graver he that? It reaches far; and where 'twill not extend, Enter Cardinal WOLSEY, (the purse borne before Wol. The duke of Buckingham's surveyor? 1 Secr. Here, so please you. 1 Secr. Ay, please your grace. Shall lessen this big look. [Exeunt WOLSEY, and train. Buck. This butcher's curț is venom-mouth'd, and I [best Have not the power to muzzle him; therefore, Not wake him in his slumber. A beggar's Out-worths a noble's blood. [look * Sets down in his letter without consulting the council, + Conducted. Wolsey was the son of a butcher. Nor. What, are you chaf'd? His fears were, that the interview, betwixt Ask God for temperance; that's the appliance England and France, might, through their only, Which your disease requires. Buck. I read in his looks Matter against me; and his eye revil'd He bores me with some trick: He's gone to the king; I'll follow, and out-stare him. Nor. Stay, my lord, And let your reason with your choler question Buck. I'll to the king; And from a mouth of honour quite cry down This Ipswich fellow's insolence; or proclaim, There's difference in no persons. Nor. Be advis'd; Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot o'er, In seeming to augment it, wastes it? Be advis'd: I say again, there is no English soul Buck. Sir, I am thankful to you; and I'll go along (Whom from the flow of gall I name not, but Nor. Say not, treasonous. Buck. To the king I'll say't; and make my As shore of rock. Attend. This holy fox, master To this last costly treaty, the interview, Nor. 'Faith, and so it did. [glass Buck. Pray, give me favour, Sir. This cunning cardinal The articles o' the combination drew, [sey, Has done this, and 'tis well; for worthy WolWho cannot err, he did it. Now this follows, Which, as I take it, is a kind of puppy To the old dam, treason,)-Charles the emperor, Under pretence to see the queen his aunt (For 'twas, indeed, his colour; but he came To whisper Wolsey,) here makes visitation : amity, Breed him some prejudice; for from this league Peep'd harms that menac'd him: He privil Deals with our cardinal; and, as I trow,Which I do well; for, I am sure, the emperov Paid ere he promis'd; whereby his suit was granted, Ere it was ask'd;-but when the way was made, And pav'd with gold, the emperor thus de sir'd; That he would please to alter the king's course, And break the aforesaid peace. Let the king know, [nal (As soon he shall by me,) that thus the cardiDoes buy and sell his honour as he pleases, And for his own advantage. Nor. I am sorry To hear this of him; and could wish, he were Something mistaken in't. Buck. No, not a syllable; I do pronounce him in that very shape, Enter BRANDON; a SERGEANT at Arms before him, and two or three of the guard. Bran. Your office, sergeant; execute it. My lord the duke of Buckingham, and earl Buck. Lo you, my lord, The net has fallen upon me; I shall perish Bran. I am sorry To see you ta'en from liberty, to look on Buck. It will help me nothing, Be done in this and all things!-I obey.- The will of heaven be done, and the king's pleasure By me obey'd. Bran. Here is a warrant from The king, to attach lord Montacute; and the bodies Of the duke's confessor, John de la Court, These are the limbs of the plot: no more, I hope. Bran. A monk o' the Chartreux. Buck. My surveyor is false; the o'er great cardinal [ready; Hath show'd him gold: my life is spann'dt al I am the shadow of poor Buckingham; Whose figure even this instant clouds put on, By dark'ning my clear sun.-My lord, farewell. [Exeunt. |