Act V
Salisbury. An open place.
[Enter the Sheriff, and BUCKINGHAM, with halberds, led to execution]
Duke of Buckingham. Will not King Richard let me speak with him?
Sheriff of Wiltshire. No, my good lord; therefore be patient.
Duke of Buckingham. Hastings, and Edward's children, Rivers, Grey,
Holy King Henry, and thy fair son Edward, 3400
Vaughan, and all that have miscarried
By underhand corrupted foul injustice,
If that your moody discontented souls
Do through the clouds behold this present hour,
Even for revenge mock my destruction! 3405
This is All-Souls' day, fellows, is it not?
Sheriff of Wiltshire. It is, my lord.
Duke of Buckingham. Why, then All-Souls' day is my body's doomsday.
This is the day that, in King Edward's time,
I wish't might fall on me, when I was found 3410
False to his children or his wife's allies
This is the day wherein I wish'd to fall
By the false faith of him I trusted most;
This, this All-Souls' day to my fearful soul
Is the determined respite of my wrongs: 3415
That high All-Seer that I dallied with
Hath turn'd my feigned prayer on my head
And given in earnest what I begg'd in jest.
Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men
To turn their own points on their masters' bosoms: 3420
Now Margaret's curse is fallen upon my head;
'When he,' quoth she, 'shall split thy heart with sorrow,
Remember Margaret was a prophetess.'
Come, sirs, convey me to the block of shame;
Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame. 3425
[Exeunt]
Act V, Scene 2
The camp near Tamworth.
[Enter RICHMOND, OXFORD, BLUNT, HERBERT, and others, with drum and colours]
Richmond (Henry VII). Fellows in arms, and my most loving friends,
Bruised underneath the yoke of tyranny, 3430
Thus far into the bowels of the land
Have we march'd on without impediment;
And here receive we from our father Stanley
Lines of fair comfort and encouragement.
The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar, 3435
That spoil'd your summer fields and fruitful vines,
Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his trough
In your embowell'd bosoms, this foul swine
Lies now even in the centre of this isle,
Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn 3440
From Tamworth thither is but one day's march.
In God's name, cheerly on, courageous friends,
To reap the harvest of perpetual peace
By this one bloody trial of sharp war.
Earl Oxford. Every man's conscience is a thousand swords, 3445
To fight against that bloody homicide.
Sir Walter Herbert. I doubt not but his friends will fly to us.
Blunt. He hath no friends but who are friends for fear.
Which in his greatest need will shrink from him.
Richmond (Henry VII). All for our vantage. Then, in God's name, march: 3450
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings:
Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.
[Exeunt]
Act V, Scene 3
Bosworth Field.
[Enter KING RICHARD III in arms, with NORFOLK, SURREY, and others]
Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). Here pitch our tents, even here in Bosworth field.
My Lord of Surrey, why look you so sad?
Earl of Surrey. My heart is ten times lighter than my looks.
Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). My Lord of Norfolk,—
Duke of Norfolk. Here, most gracious liege. 3460
Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). Norfolk, we must have knocks; ha! must we not?
Duke of Norfolk. We must both give and take, my gracious lord.
Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). Up with my tent there! here will I lie tonight;
But where to-morrow? Well, all's one for that.
Who hath descried the number of the foe? 3465
Duke of Norfolk. Six or seven thousand is their utmost power.
Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). Why, our battalion trebles that account:
Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength,
Which they upon the adverse party want.
Up with my tent there! Valiant gentlemen, 3470
Let us survey the vantage of the field
Call for some men of sound direction
Let's want no discipline, make no delay,
For, lords, to-morrow is a busy day.
[Exeunt] 3475
[Enter, on the other side of the field, RICHMOND,]
Sir William Brandon, OXFORD, and others. Some of
the Soldiers pitch RICHMOND's tent]
Richmond (Henry VII). The weary sun hath made a golden set,
And by the bright track of his fiery car, 3480
Gives signal, of a goodly day to-morrow.
Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my standard.
Give me some ink and paper in my tent
I'll draw the form and model of our battle,
Limit each leader to his several charge, 3485
And part in just proportion our small strength.
My Lord of Oxford, you, Sir William Brandon,
And you, Sir Walter Herbert, stay with me.
The Earl of Pembroke keeps his regiment:
Good Captain Blunt, bear my good night to him 3490
And by the second hour in the morning
Desire the earl to see me in my tent:
Yet one thing more, good Blunt, before thou go'st,
Where is Lord Stanley quarter'd, dost thou know?
Blunt. Unless I have mista'en his colours much, 3495
Which well I am assured I have not done,
His regiment lies half a mile at least
South from the mighty power of the king.
Richmond (Henry VII). If without peril it be possible,
Good Captain Blunt, bear my good-night to him, 3500
And give him from me this most needful scroll.
Blunt. Upon my life, my lord, I'll under-take it;
And so, God give you quiet rest to-night!
Richmond (Henry VII). Good night, good Captain Blunt. Come gentlemen,
Let us consult upon to-morrow's business 3505
In to our tent; the air is raw and cold.
[They withdraw into the tent]
[Enter, to his tent, KING RICHARD III, NORFOLK,]
RATCLIFF, CATESBY, and others]
Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). What is't o'clock? 3510
Sir William Catesby. It's supper-time, my lord;
It's nine o'clock.
Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). I will not sup to-night.
Give me some ink and paper.
What, is my beaver easier than it was? 3515
And all my armour laid into my tent?
Sir William Catesby. If is, my liege; and all things are in readiness.
Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge;
Use careful watch, choose trusty sentinels.
Duke of Norfolk. I go, my lord. 3520
Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle Norfolk.
Duke of Norfolk. I warrant you, my lord.
[Exit]
Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). Catesby!
Sir William Catesby. My lord? 3525
Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). Send out a pursuivant at arms
To Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his power
Before sunrising, lest his son George fall
Into the blind cave of eternal night.
[Exit CATESBY] 3530
Fill me a bowl of wine. Give me a watch.
Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow.
Look that my staves be sound, and not too heavy.
Ratcliff!
Sir Richard Ratcliff. My lord? 3535
Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). Saw'st thou the melancholy Lord Northumberland?
Sir Richard Ratcliff. Thomas the Earl of Surrey, and himself,
Much about cock-shut time, from troop to troop
Went through the army, cheering up the soldiers.
Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). So, I am satisfied. Give me a bowl of wine: 3540
I have not that alacrity of spirit,
Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have.
Set it down. Is ink and paper ready?
Sir Richard Ratcliff. It is, my lord.
Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). Bid my guard watch; leave me. 3545
Ratcliff, about the mid of night come to my tent
And help to arm me. Leave me, I say.
[Exeunt RATCLIFF and the other Attendants]
[Enter DERBY to RICHMOND in his tent, Lords and]
others attending] 3550
Sir William Stanley. Fortune and victory sit on thy helm!
Richmond (Henry VII). All comfort that the dark night can afford
Be to thy person, noble father-in-law!
Tell me, how fares our loving mother?
Sir William Stanley. I, by attorney, bless thee from thy mother 3555
Who prays continually for Richmond's good:
So much for that. The silent hours steal on,
And flaky darkness breaks within the east.
In brief,—for so the season bids us be,—
Prepare thy battle early in the morning, 3560
And put thy fortune to the arbitrement
Of bloody strokes and mortal-staring war.
I, as I may—that which I would I cannot,—
With best advantage will deceive the time,
And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms: 3565
But on thy side I may not be too forward
Lest, being seen, thy brother, tender George,
Be executed in his father's sight.
Farewell: the leisure and the fearful time
Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love 3570
And ample interchange of sweet discourse,
Which so long sunder'd friends should dwell upon:
God give us leisure for these rites of love!
Once more, adieu: be valiant, and speed well!
Richmond (Henry VII). Good lords, conduct him to his regiment: 3575
I'll strive, with troubled thoughts, to take a nap,
Lest leaden slumber peise me down to-morrow,
When I should mount with wings of victory:
Once more, good night, kind lords and gentlemen.
[Exeunt all but RICHMOND] 3580
O Thou, whose captain I account myself,
Look on my forces with a gracious eye;
Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath,
That they may crush down with a heavy fall
The usurping helmets of our adversaries! 3585
Make us thy ministers of chastisement,
That we may praise thee in the victory!
To thee I do commend my watchful soul,
Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes:
Sleeping and waking, O, defend me still! 3590
[Sleeps]
[Enter the Ghost of Prince Edward, son to King Henry VI]
Prince Edward. [To KING RICHARD III]
Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow!
Think, how thou stab'dst me in my prime of youth 3595
At Tewksbury: despair, therefore, and die!
[To RICHMOND]
Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wronged souls
Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf
King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thee. 3600
[Enter the Ghost of King Henry VI]
Henry VI. [To KING RICHARD III]
When I was mortal, my anointed body
By thee was punched full of deadly holes
Think on the Tower and me: despair, and die! 3605
Harry the Sixth bids thee despair, and die!
[To RICHMOND]
Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror!
Harry, that prophesied thou shouldst be king,
Doth comfort thee in thy sleep: live, and flourish! 3610
[Enter the Ghost of CLARENCE]
George Plantagenet (Duke of Clarence). [To KING RICHARD III]
Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow!
I, that was wash'd to death with fulsome wine,
Poor Clarence, by thy guile betrayed to death! 3615
To-morrow in the battle think on me,
And fall thy edgeless sword: despair, and die!—
[To RICHMOND]
Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster
The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee 3620
Good angels guard thy battle! live, and flourish!
[Enter the Ghosts of RIVERS, GRAY, and VAUGHAN]
Lord (Earl) Rivers. [To KING RICHARD III]
Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow,
Rivers. that died at Pomfret! despair, and die! 3625
Lord Grey. [To KING RICHARD III]
Think upon Grey, and let thy soul despair!
Sir Thomas Vaughan. [To KING RICHARD III]
Think upon Vaughan, and, with guilty fear,
Let fall thy lance: despair, and die! 3630
All. [To RICHMOND]
Awake, and think our wrongs in Richard's bosom
Will conquer him! awake, and win the day!
[Enter the Ghost of HASTINGS]
Lord Hastings. [To KING RICHARD III] 3635
Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake,
And in a bloody battle end thy days!
Think on Lord Hastings: despair, and die!
[To RICHMOND]
Quiet untroubled soul, awake, awake! 3640
Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake!
[Enter the Ghosts of the two young Princes]
Princes. [To KING RICHARD III]
Dream on thy cousins smother'd in the Tower:
Let us be led within thy bosom, Richard, 3645
And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death!
Thy nephews' souls bid thee despair and die!
[To RICHMOND]
Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake in joy;
Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy! 3650
Live, and beget a happy race of kings!
Edward's unhappy sons do bid thee flourish.
[Enter the Ghost of LADY ANNE]
Lady Anne. [To KING RICHARD III]
Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy wife, 3655
That never slept a quiet hour with thee,
Now fills thy sleep with perturbations
To-morrow in the battle think on me,
And fall thy edgeless sword: despair, and die!
[To RICHMOND] 3660
Thou quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep
Dream of success and happy victory!
Thy adversary's wife doth pray for thee.
[Enter the Ghost of BUCKINGHAM]
Duke of Buckingham. [To KING RICHARD III] 3665
The last was I that helped thee to the crown;
The last was I that felt thy tyranny:
O, in the battle think on Buckingham,
And die in terror of thy guiltiness!
Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death: 3670
Fainting, despair; despairing, yield thy breath!
[To RICHMOND]
I died for hope ere I could lend thee aid:
But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay'd:
God and good angel fight on Richmond's side; 3675
And Richard falls in height of all his pride.
[The Ghosts vanish]
[KING RICHARD III starts out of his dream]
Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). Give me another horse: bind up my wounds.
Have mercy, Jesu!—Soft! I did but dream. 3680
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!
The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight.
Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh.
What do I fear? myself? there's none else by:
Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. 3685
Is there a murderer here? No. Yes, I am:
Then fly. What, from myself? Great reason why:
Lest I revenge. What, myself upon myself?
Alack. I love myself. Wherefore? for any good
That I myself have done unto myself? 3690
O, no! alas, I rather hate myself
For hateful deeds committed by myself!
I am a villain: yet I lie. I am not.
Fool, of thyself speak well: fool, do not flatter.
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, 3695
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
And every tale condemns me for a villain.
Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree
Murder, stem murder, in the direst degree;
All several sins, all used in each degree, 3700
Throng to the bar, crying all, Guilty! guilty!
I shall despair. There is no creature loves me;
And if I die, no soul shall pity me:
Nay, wherefore should they, since that I myself
Find in myself no pity to myself? 3705
Methought the souls of all that I had murder'd
Came to my tent; and every one did threat
To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard.
[Enter RATCLIFF]
Sir Richard Ratcliff. My lord! 3710
Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). 'Zounds! who is there?
Sir Richard Ratcliff. Ratcliff, my lord; 'tis I. The early village-cock
Hath twice done salutation to the morn;
Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour.
Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). O Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fearful dream! 3715
What thinkest thou, will our friends prove all true?
Sir Richard Ratcliff. No doubt, my lord.
Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). O Ratcliff, I fear, I fear,—
Sir Richard Ratcliff. Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of shadows.
Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night 3720
Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard
Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers
Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond.
It is not yet near day. Come, go with me;
Under our tents I'll play the eaves-dropper, 3725
To see if any mean to shrink from me.
[Exeunt]
[Enter the Lords to RICHMOND, sitting in his tent]
Lords. Good morrow, Richmond!
Richmond (Henry VII). Cry mercy, lords and watchful gentlemen, 3730
That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard here.
Lords. How have you slept, my lord?
Richmond (Henry VII). The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding dreams
That ever enter'd in a drowsy head,
Have I since your departure had, my lords. 3735
Methought their souls, whose bodies Richard murder'd,
Came to my tent, and cried on victory:
I promise you, my soul is very jocund
In the remembrance of so fair a dream.
How far into the morning is it, lords? 3740
Lords. Upon the stroke of four.
Richmond (Henry VII). Why, then 'tis time to arm and give direction.
[His oration to his soldiers]
More than I have said, loving countrymen,
The leisure and enforcement of the time 3745
Forbids to dwell upon: yet remember this,
God and our good cause fight upon our side;
The prayers of holy saints and wronged souls,
Like high-rear'd bulwarks, stand before our faces;
Richard except, those whom we fight against 3750
Had rather have us win than him they follow:
For what is he they follow? truly, gentlemen,
A bloody tyrant and a homicide;
One raised in blood, and one in blood establish'd;
One that made means to come by what he hath, 3755
And slaughter'd those that were the means to help him;
Abase foul stone, made precious by the foil
Of England's chair, where he is falsely set;
One that hath ever been God's enemy:
Then, if you fight against God's enemy, 3760
God will in justice ward you as his soldiers;
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; 3765
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,
Your children's children quit it in your age.
Then, in the name of God and all these rights, 3770
Advance your standards, draw your willing swords.
For me, the ransom of my bold attempt
Shall be this cold corpse on the earth's cold face;
But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt
The least of you shall share his part thereof. 3775
Sound drums and trumpets boldly and cheerfully;
God and Saint George! Richmond and victory!
[Exeunt]
[Re-enter KING RICHARD, RATCLIFF, Attendants]
and Forces] 3780
Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). What said Northumberland as touching Richmond?
Sir Richard Ratcliff. That he was never trained up in arms.
Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). He said the truth: and what said Surrey then?
Sir Richard Ratcliff. He smiled and said 'The better for our purpose.'
Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). He was in the right; and so indeed it is. 3785
[Clock striketh]
Ten the clock there. Give me a calendar.
Who saw the sun to-day?
Sir Richard Ratcliff. Not I, my lord.
Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). Then he disdains to shine; for by the book 3790
He should have braved the east an hour ago
A black day will it be to somebody. Ratcliff!
Sir Richard Ratcliff. My lord?
Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). The sun will not be seen to-day;
The sky doth frown and lour upon our army. 3795
I would these dewy tears were from the ground.
Not shine to-day! Why, what is that to me
More than to Richmond? for the selfsame heaven
That frowns on me looks sadly upon him.
[Enter NORFOLK]
Duke of Norfolk. Arm, arm, my lord; the foe vaunts in the field.
Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). Come, bustle, bustle; caparison my horse.
Call up Lord Stanley, bid him bring his power:
I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain,
And thus my battle shall be ordered: 3805
My foreward shall be drawn out all in length,
Consisting equally of horse and foot;
Our archers shall be placed in the midst
John Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Earl of Surrey,
Shall have the leading of this foot and horse. 3810
They thus directed, we will follow
In the main battle, whose puissance on either side
Shall be well winged with our chiefest horse.
This, and Saint George to boot! What think'st thou, Norfolk?
Duke of Norfolk. A good direction, warlike sovereign. 3815
This found I on my tent this morning.
[He sheweth him a paper]
Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). [Reads]
'Jockey of Norfolk, be not too bold,
For Dickon thy master is bought and sold.' 3820
A thing devised by the enemy.
Go, gentleman, every man unto his charge
Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls:
Conscience is but a word that cowards use,
Devised at first to keep the strong in awe: 3825
Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law.
March on, join bravely, let us to't pell-mell
If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell.
[His oration to his Army]
What shall I say more than I have inferr'd? 3830
Remember whom you are to cope withal;
A sort of vagabonds, rascals, and runaways,
A scum of Bretons, and base lackey peasants,
Whom their o'er-cloyed country vomits forth
To desperate ventures and assured destruction. 3835
You sleeping safe, they bring to you unrest;
You having lands, and blest with beauteous wives,
They would restrain the one, distain the other.
And who doth lead them but a paltry fellow,
Long kept in Bretagne at our mother's cost? 3840
A milk-sop, one that never in his life
Felt so much cold as over shoes in snow?
Let's whip these stragglers o'er the seas again;
Lash hence these overweening rags of France,
These famish'd beggars, weary of their lives; 3845
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 Bretons; whom our fathers
Have in their own land beaten, bobb'd, and thump'd, 3850
And in record, left them the heirs of shame.
Shall these enjoy our lands? lie with our wives?
Ravish our daughters?
[Drum afar off]
Hark! I hear their drum. 3855
Fight, gentlemen of England! fight, bold yoemen!
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] 3860
What says Lord Stanley? will he bring his power?
Messenger. My lord, he doth deny to come.
Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). Off with his son George's head!
Duke of Norfolk. My lord, the enemy is past the marsh
After the battle let George Stanley die. 3865
Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). 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. 3870
[Exeunt]
Act V, Scene 4
Another part of the field.
[Alarum: excursions. Enter NORFOLK and forces fighting; to him CATESBY]
Sir William Catesby. Rescue, my Lord of Norfolk, rescue, rescue!
The king enacts more wonders than a man, 3875
Daring an opposite to every danger:
His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights,
Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death.
Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost!
[Alarums. Enter KING RICHARD III]
Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!
Sir William Catesby. Withdraw, my lord; I'll help you to a horse.
Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). 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; 3885
Five have I slain to-day instead of him.
A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!
[Exeunt]
Act V, Scene 5
Another part of the field.
[Alarum.
Enter KING RICHARD III and RICHMOND; they] fight. KING RICHARD III is
slain. Retreat and flourish. Re-enter RICHMOND, DERBY bearing the crown,
with divers other Lords]
Richmond (Henry VII). God and your arms be praised, victorious friends,
The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead.
Sir William Stanley. Courageous Richmond, well hast thou acquit thee. 3895
Lo, here, this long-usurped royalty
From the dead temples of this bloody wretch
Have I pluck'd off, to grace thy brows withal:
Wear it, enjoy it, and make much of it.
Richmond (Henry VII). Great God of heaven, say Amen to all! 3900
But, tell me, is young George Stanley living?
Sir William Stanley. He is, my lord, and safe in Leicester town;
Whither, if it please you, we may now withdraw us.
Richmond (Henry VII). What men of name are slain on either side?
Sir William Stanley. John Duke of Norfolk, Walter Lord Ferrers, 3905
Sir Robert Brakenbury, and Sir William Brandon.
Richmond (Henry VII). Inter their bodies as becomes their births:
Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fled
That in submission will return to us:
And then, as we have ta'en the sacrament, 3910
We will unite the white rose and the red:
Smile heaven upon this fair conjunction,
That long have frown'd upon their enmity!
What traitor hears me, and says not amen?
England hath long been mad, and scarr'd herself; 3915
The brother blindly shed the brother's blood,
The father rashly slaughter'd his own son,
The son, compell'd, been butcher to the sire:
All this divided York and Lancaster,
Divided in their dire division, 3920
O, now, let Richmond and Elizabeth,
The true succeeders of each royal house,
By God's fair ordinance conjoin together!
And let their heirs, God, if thy will be so.
Enrich the time to come with smooth-faced peace, 3925
With smiling plenty and fair prosperous days!
Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord,
That would reduce these bloody days again,
And make poor England weep in streams of blood!
Let them not live to taste this land's increase 3930
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]