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[Drum afar of Fight, gentlemen of England; fight, bold yeomen!
(26). And who dosh lead them but a pakry follow, Long kept in Britaine at our morber's coft?] This is spoken by Richard, of Henry Earl of Richmord: but they were far from having any common mother, but England : and the Earl of Airbmond was not subfifted abroad at the nation's publick charge. He fled with the Earl of Pembroke i.to Bretagny in King Edward IVth's reign: And many artifices were tried both by that King first, and King Richard afterwards, to get him deliver'd up by the French King and Duke of Bretagng. Bus he happily escap'd all the snareg laid for him. During the greatest part of his residence abroad, he was watch'd and restrain'd almost like a captive, and subhiked by supplies convey'd from the Countels of Richmond, his mother. k seems probable therefore, that we muf read;
Long kept in Bretagne at his morber's.cofor I publish'd this conjecture in the appendix to my SHAKESPEARE reflored; and Mr. Pope has thought fit to adopt it in his last edition of our poet.
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.90 158: :7: "ppni What says Lord Stanley, will he bring his power 8 o
Mef. My Lord, he doth deny to come. i 19 1 L
Nor. My Lord, the enemy is past the marsh;
K. Rich. A thousand hearts are great within my bosom. Advance our standards, fet upon our foes ; Our ancient word of courage, fair St. George, Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons. Upon them! victory fits on our helms. [Exeunt
Alarum. Excursions. Enter Catesby. Cates. Rescue, my Lord of Norfolk, rescue, rescue: The King enacts more wonders than a man, Daring an opposite to every danger! His horse is ftain, and all on foot he fights, Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death. Rescue, fair Lord, or else the day is loft.
1.3.1 Alarum. Entér King Richard.
K. Rich. Slave, I have set my life upon a caft, .
Richard is flain.
Retreat and Flourish. Enter Richmond, Stanley bearing
the Crows, with divers other Lords. Richm. God and your arms be prais’d, victorious trends, The day is ours ! the bloody dog is dead.
Stan. Couragious Richmond, well haft thou acquit thees Lo, here these long-usurped royalties, From the dead temples of this bloody wretch, Have I pluckt off, to grace thy, brows withal. Wear it, enjoy it, and make much of it.
Richm. Great God of heaven, say, Amen, to all! But tell me firft, is young Gearge Stanley living?
Stan. He is, my Lord, and safe in Leicester town; Whither, if you so please, we may withdraw us.
Richm. What men of name are flain on either fide?
Stan. John Duke of Norfolk, Walter the Lord Ferris, Sir Robert Brakenbury, Sir William Brandon..
Richm. Interr their bodies as becomes their births. Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fled, 'That in fubmission will return to us. And then, as we have ta'en the sacrament, We will unite the white rose and the red. Smile heav'n upon this fair conjunction, That long back frown'd upon their enmity! What traitor hears me, and says not, Amen? England hath long been mad, and scarr'd herself; 'The brother blindly shed the brother's blood, The father rathly flaughter'd his own son, The fons, compell’d, been butchers to the fire : All this divided York and Lancaster, Divided in their dire divifion. 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 fo) Enrich the time to come with smooth-fac'd peace, With smiling plenty, and fair profp'rous 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 encrease, That would with treason wound this fair land's peace. Now civil wounds are stopp’d, peace lives
agen: That he may long live here, God say, Amen! (Exeunt.
KING Henry the Eighth.
and then Lord Chancellor.