tait,

Lemns me for a villain.
he high'st degree,
mer, in the dir'st degree,
us'd in each degree,

rying all 'Guilty! guilty!'
ere is no creature loves me;

■ shall pity me.—

ld they, since that I myself
ty to myself?

s of all that I had murther'd
nd every one did threat
_nce on the head of Richard.

- Enter RATCLIFF.

ho's there?

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my lord; 't is I The early village

lutation to the morn;'

, and buckle on their armour.

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O Ratcliff! I have dream'd a fearful

? will our friends prove all true?

ot, my lord.

O Ratcliff! I fear, I fear,

d my lord, be not afraid of shadows. the apostle Paul, shadows to-night error to the soul of Richard

ance of ten thousand soldiers, led by shallow Richmond.

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ond. Cry mercy, lords, and watchful gentlemen have ta'en a tardy sluggard here.

How have you slept, my lord?

ond. The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding dr er enter'd in a drowsy head,

since your departure had, my lords.

ght their souls, whose bodies Richard murther'c • my tent, and cried on victory!

se you my heart is very jocund emembrance of so fair a dream.

into the morning is it, lords?

-. Upon the stroke of four.

mond. Why, then, 't is time to arm, and giv
-ection.-
[He advances to the t

nan I have said, loving countrymen,
sure and enforcement of the time
s to dwell on: yet remember this,-
d our good cause fight upon our side;
ayers of holy saints and wronged souls,
gh-rear'd bulwarks, stand before our faces.
d except, those whom we fight against
ather have us win than him they follow.
hat is he they follow? truly, gentlemen,
dy tyrant and a homicide;

tis'd in blood, and one in blood establish'd;
hat made means to come by what he hath,
laughter'd those that were the means to help him
e foul stone, made precious by the foil
gland's chair, where he is falsely set;

tyram being slam,

st your country's foes,
all pay your pains the hire;
Teguard of your wives,
come home the conquerors;
hildren from the sword,
ren quit it in your age.
God and all these rights,
ards, draw your willing swords.
of my bold attempt
rpse on the earth's cold face;
ain of my attempt
Il share his part thereof.-
umpets, boldly and cheerfully;
ge! Richmond and victory!

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[Exeunt.

RD, RATCLIFF, Attendants, and Forces. nat said Northumberland as touching

was never trained up in arms. : said the truth; and what said Surrey

I and said, the better for our purpose. : was i' the right; and so, indeed, it is.-[Clock strikes.

-Give me a calendar.

day?

Not I, my lord.

en he disdains to shine; for by the

I'd the east an hour ago;

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e to-day! Why, what is that to me
an to Richmond? for the selfsame heaven
wns on me looks sadly upon him.

Enter NORFOLK.

Ik. Arm, arm, my lord! the foe vaunts in the Richard. Come, bustle, bustle.

orse.

Capariso

Lord Stanley, bid him bring his power. ead forth my soldiers to the plain,

is my battle shall be ordered:

eward shall be drawn out all in length,
ing equally of horse and foot;
chers shall be placed in the midst.

uke of Norfolk, Thomas Earl of Surrey,
ave the leading of the foot and horse.
hus directed, we will follow

main battle, whose puissance on either side De well winged with our chiefest horse.

and Saint George to boot!--What think'st tho folk?

folk. A good direction, warlike sovereign.ound I on my tent this morning. [Giving a g Richard. [Reads] 'Focky of Norfolk, be not so For Dickon thy master is bought and sold.'

g devised by the enemy. entlemen, every man to his charge. ɔt our babbling dreams affright our souls, onscience is a word that cowards use,

ore than I have inferr'd?
ou are to cope withal,-
s, rascals, and runaways,
and base lackey peasants,
Dyed country vomits forth
atures and assur'd destruction.
hey bring you to unrest;
and bless'd with beauteous wives,
n the one, distain the other.
- them but a paltry fellow
gne at our mother's cost,
at never in his life

as over shoes in snow?
ragglers o'er the seas again,
verweening rags of France,
ggars, weary of their lives;
ing on this fond exploit,

poor rats, had hang'd themselves.

let men conquer us,

ard Bretons, whom our fathers

land beaten, bobb'd, and thump'd,

them the heirs of shame.

drum.

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[Drum afar off.

[England! fight, bold yeomen!
v your arrows to the head!
orses hard, and ride in blood!
with your broken staves!-

Enter a Messenger.

anley? will he bring his power? ord, he doth deny to come.

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