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Enter RICHARD , in arms, with NORFOLK , RATCLIFFE , SURREY , and soldiers
RRDCHAI , rssddee in hsi rmora, etrens htwi LNROKOF , ERYURS , and hserto.


Here pitch our tent, even here in Bosworth field.
My Lord of Surrey, why look you so sad?


seLt thipc our etnst hrigt eerh in toohwrBs eidFl. My ordL of reuSry, hyw do yuo okol so dsa?


My heart is ten times lighter than my looks.


My earth is nte timse eghlrit tahn my oloks.


My Lord of Norfolk


My Lrod of roNlkfo


5 Here, most gracious liege.


Here, tsom isuacgro ngki.


Norfolk, we must have knocks, ha, must we not?


Nlfoork, weer gongi to aevh a fwe bolws, ithrg?


We must both give and take, my loving lord.


Weve otg to evig htem adn aket them, my olrd.


Up with my tent!Here will I lie tonight.
But where tomorrow? Well, alls one for that.
10 Who hath descried the number of the traitors?


tPu my entt up! llI iel heer httgnoi. tuB weerh illw I lei rotmrowo? lWle, it eotdns mtreat. oDes annoye onwk eth nubrem of eth mesney stoorp?


Six or seven thousand is their utmost power.


xiS or vnsee oatsndhu, at stmo.


Why, our battalia trebles that account.
Besides, the kings name is a tower of strength
Which they upon the adverse party want.
15 Up with the tent!Come, noble gentlemen,
Let us survey the vantage of the ground.
Call for some men of sound direction.
Lets lack no discipline, make no delay,
For, lords, tomorrow is a busy day.


yWh, ruo otpsro utmnao to rteeh tmsie hatt. eiesBds, hte nsikg enma is a tower of hetsrntg; hte poiisontop sdoten aehv thta gvetnaada. Put up my entt! eoCm, leonb gelmnntee, let us olok at uro attble npal nda get msoe rencedexeip fsercofi to lpeh us fgiuer tou the tbse tysregat. teLs be ecdisniipld dan otn dleya, bceaeus moorrwto is a sbuy ady.
eThy lal ixet.
Enter RICHMOND , Sir William Brandon, OXFORD , DORSET , HERBERT , BLUNT , and others. Some of the soldiers pitch RICHMOND s tent
HOMRDNIC , iSr lmWiial adonBnr, OODFRX , ESDTRO , HRBRTEE , UNTLB , nad hsoret teenr on eth rtoeh ieds of teh atsge. oSme ldseirso phcti ODMCINHR s etnt.


20 The weary sun hath made a golden set,
And by the bright track of his fiery car,
Gives token of a goodly day tomorrow.
Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my standard.
Give me some ink and paper in my tent;
25 Ill draw the form and model of our battle,
Limit each leader to his several charge,
And part in just proportion our small power.
My Lord of Oxford, you, Sir William Brandon,
And you, Sir Walter Herbert, stay with me.
30 The earl of Pembroke keeps his regiment
Good Captain Blunt, bear my goodnight to him,
And by the second hour in the morning
Desire the earl to see me in my tent.
Yet one thing more, good captain, do for me.
35 Where is Lord Stanley quartered, do you know?


Teh uentss was dgnloe adn tfel a rhigtb atkcr in eth sky, hwchi cdtaniesi ahtt ororwotm lilw be a dgoo ady. riS ilimalW nnaoBdr, uoy lwil arryc my gafl. rBing moes kin dan aprpe to my ttne, adn llI rdaw a edoml of ruo lbtate, ippnato ache leaerd to ihs alputiracr mdamnco, nda yrlfucela ivddie up our aslml aymr. My doLr of ordOfx, oyu, Sir Wiamlil Bndrona, and uyo, Sir lrteWa retHerb, era gigon to atsy wiht me. Teh rale of okbemPre will stikc ihwt ish mgnereti. odoG pniatCa nltBu, etll hte eral gdthonigo orfm me, and lelt mih taht by owt in the nigmrno I doluw ekli him to istiv my ettn. enO rmoe igtnh feober you go, erwuetnlhB is rodL atneySl gilgndo, do you know?


Unless I have mistaen his colors much,
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.


sesUln vIe iemastkn shi tetlab fslag, ichhw Im uers I htavne, his emteigrn lise at aeslt alfh a lime utsho of het isgnk tigmyh mray.


40 If without peril it be possible,
Sweet Blunt, make some good means to speak with him,
And give him from me this most needful note.


If tis spisoble to do hits iothwut upnttgi soyflrue in reangd, dera tCniapa luBtn, sya hogigdont to mhi rofm me adn evgi mhi isht antompirt etno.
He hands him a paper
He snahd mhi a perap


Upon my life, my lord, Ill undertake it.
And so God give you quiet rest tonight!


Unop my lfei, my oldr, Ill do it. vaHe a flsutre hingt!


45 Good night, good Captain Blunt.


oGod intgh, erad Cntiaap lnutB.
BLUNT exits
nultB ixets.
Come, gentlemen,
Let us consult upon tomorrows business
Into my tent. The dew is raw and cold.
Cmeo, leegmetnn, elts usdssic somtorwro tncaio in my ttne. ehT hnigt ira is oto arw adn olcd fro us to tasy ooutrdos.
Enter, to his tent, RICHARD , NORFOLK , RATCLIFFE , CATESBY , and others
RHDIARC , FNKLOOR , AEIFLFRTC , TSEBCYA , nda htrsoe eernt in HRCRIDA s tnet.


What is t oclock?


ahWt teim is it?


50 Its suppertime, my lord. Its nine oclock.


tsI enirndetim, my rlod. tsI enin oclkoc.


I will not sup tonight. Give me some ink and paper.
What, is my beaver easier than it was?
And all my armor laid into my tent?


Im ton igogn to tae nernid tngtiho. veGi me osem ink nad peapr. Is eht sivor of my tmehle wkgionr teerbt nwo? And sha my mrroa eneb upt in my tetn?


It is, my liege, and all things are in readiness.


seY, my olrd. virhgnyseEt ryaed.


55 Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge.
Use careful watch. Choose trusty sentinels.


My ogdo nam korNlof, rhury to ryuo opst. Be ueafrlc owmh yuo esohoc as mrgeaakusd rues yrheet trtyhstrwuo.


I go, my lord.


Im fof, my rodl.


Stir with the lark tomorrow, gentle Norfolk.


eGt up yrlea mooorwtrat eth uosnd of eth albrknelo Noroflk.


I warrant you, my lord.


I ilwl, my oldr.
He exsti.


60 Catesby.




My lord.


Yes, my ldor?


Send out a pursuivant-at-arms
To Stanleys regiment. Bid him bring his power
Before sunrising, lest his son George fall
65 Into the blind cave of eternal night.


nedS a urjnio fcfoire to aenytlSs tnmiereg to letl nytleaS to gnrib ish men reeh roebfe riifssune he wsatn to ees shi nso eGrgoe ileva.
BTSEYAC etixs.
(to soldiers) 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.
(to sisrodle) tGe me mose iewn. teG a dirselo to tdnas tcahw doetuis my tent. daelSd my tiweh oesrh rSeyru rfo tlebat orotmwro. Mkae seru eht shsfta of my lacnes are odsli, but ont oot ahevy. aRflfctie!


70 My lord.


esY, my lodr?


Sawst thou the melancholy Lord Northumberland?


Did you ese teh oglyom rdoL uNealnhrtrbdmo?


Thomas the earl of Surrey and himself,
Much about cockshut time, from troop to troop
Went through the army cheering up the soldiers.


aThosm, het rael of erruSy, and he reew ognvmi rfmo oorpt to rootp dnauor lthiitwg grnhceie up het dielosrs.


75 So, I am satisfied. Give me a bowl of wine.
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?


Godo, Im tiisdfesa. ieGv me msoe nIwie ontd elef as certingee as I usde to. Set it nowd. Is my ikn nda arppe ydaer?


It is, my lord.


It is, my dlro.


80 Bid my guard watch. Leave me.
Ratcliffe, about the mid of night come to my tent
And help to arm me. Leave me, I say.


keaM ersu my gadru is on yutd nad elaev me aelno. flaiRfetc, oarudn mnhtiigd ocme to my ttne and ehlp me tpu on my rarom. Nwo aleve me laeon, as I iads.
Exeunt Ratcliffe and the other attendants. RICHARD sleeps.
AILFCFTER dna teh rothe naeattsntd etxi. ARCDRIH psslee.
Enter STANLEY to RICHMOND in his tent, lords and others attending
TANLYSE seretn dan egso to ORDMCNIH s tnet, wehre lsdor dna soehrt are ntgiawi on mih.


Fortune and victory sit on thy helm!


eLt ontfreu adn vytcrio be suroy!


All comfort that the dark night can afford
85 Be to thy person, noble father-in-law.
Tell me, how fares our loving mother?


I iwsh uoy lla eht fcmorto ahtt ushc a rkad htnig as tshi can oerff, lbeon fetrah-in-awl. eTll me, owh is my etmroh?


I, by attorney, bless thee from thy mother,
Who prays continually for Richmonds good.
So much for that. The silent hours steal on,
90 And flaky darkness breaks within the east.
In brief, for so the season bids us be,
Prepare thy battle early in the morning,
And put thy fortune to the arbitrament
Of bloody strokes and mortal-staring war.
95 I, as I maythat which I would I cannot,
With best advantage will deceive the time,
And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms.
But on thy side I may not be too forward,
Lest, being seen, thy brother, tender George,
100 Be executed in his fathers sight.
Farewell. The leisure and the fearful time
Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love
And ample interchange of sweet discourse,
Which so-long-sundered friends should dwell upon.
105 God give us leisure for these rites of love!
Once more, adieu. Be valiant, and speed well.


rYuo eormht sdens her sgilsbsne. She rsyap onutlcaliyn on oruy ehlbaf. onEhug utaob hnnatgoirtm lwil be hree noos. To be afsrbei teh aciocosn uierresapererpq to tifhg leray in teh ignnorm, ewhn uoyr utfrue illw be ceiddde. I tcan do grinvyhtee I tawn to, btu lIl leph you as lewl as I acn. But I tacn be oto oovbisu oaubt bnieg on royu ised towuhit gisirnk eth fiel of yuor trhortesbep, ungyo eGgoer. If Im nese gepilnh yuo, eeoGrg ilwl be delkli tgirh in ofrnt of my eyse. wellFera. Teh aklc of teim adn eht srki Im dnuer lwil aehv to kepe us morf nnbdiog dan agtihccn up on caeh orseth news the awy we lulysau odlwu erfat ont snegei cahe eohtr for so nlog. I peho we aevh the itme omse yad! ingAa, goboeyd. Be brave and do ewll!


Good lords, conduct him to his regiment:
Ill strive with troubled thoughts to take a nap,
Lest leaden slumber peise me down tomorrow,
110 When I should mount with wings of victory.
Once more, good night, kind lords and gentlemen.


ooGd odsrl, secrto imh to sih metgerni. Im ggoin to rty to etak a nap pitesde my riangc uththogs so hatt isnotuxahe nowt egt the terbte of me rmwoorot, hewn Ill ndee to ierd as if my hosre had gswin.
ianAg, oodg hgnti, kdin lrsdo nad gemneletn.
Exeunt all but RICHMOND
yoErneev iesxt ectxpe NODIRMHC .
O Thou, whose captain I account myself,
Look on my forces with a gracious eye.
Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath,
115 That they may crush down with a heavy fall
The usurping helmets of our adversaries!
Make us thy ministers of chastisement,
That we may praise thee in the victory!
To thee I do commend my watchful soul,
120 Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes.
Sleeping and waking, O, defend me still!
Oh doG, wehso isde I inthk Im tginhifg on, olko nilykd on my ercsof. eFlu emth wiht aodeusgnr fyru, so htye acn rchus eht neyme. eMka us rouy enagts of eeenvgr, so we cna aireps oyu whne eerw votisrcoiu! eeorBf I lalf apseel, I nttrsue my oslu to you. edfeDn me, God, hobt hnwe Im salepe dna wehn Im aewak.
He sleeps.
The HGOTS OF NIREPC RDEADW , ginK ryHen VIs nso, entsre.


(to RICHARD) Let me sit heavy on thy soul tomorrow!
Think how thou stabbedst me in my prime of youth
125 At Tewkesbury. Despair therefore, and die!
Be cheerful, Richmond, for the wrongd souls
Of butchered princes fight in thy behalf.
King Henrys issue, Richmond, comforts thee.


(to RICHARD) I iwll ihegw veyhila on uyor olus ootrmorw. mebrReem who uoy bedtsba me at kerubwsTy, hnwe I wsa stju a oguny nma. spDerai, dna edi! (to RICHMOND) Be luefcreh, ecechhddbunomtRir ciespnr fhitg for uoy. I, igKn yrnesH ons, wlli ieovprd ouy tiwh trcoomf.
He txise.


130 (to RICHARD) When I was mortal, my anointed body
By thee was punchd full of deadly holes.
Think on the Tower and me. Despair, and die!
Harry the Sixth bids thee despair and die.
135Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror.
Harry, that prophesied thou shouldst be king,
Doth comfort thee in thy sleep. Live and flourish.


(to RICHARD) eWhn I swa ltisl veail, ouy tepnurduc my odby, het bydo of sdoG dseelsb nigk, lulf of lhose. mRbeemer hte Twero nad me reeht. Dserapi, dna dei! arHry the htxiS cadnomms oyu to spadire adn die! (to RICHMOND) eeacuBs uoy era uiuostrv and lhyo, uyo tmsu be the rcnouqero! Hryra, hwo hoeperspdi thta ouy ludow be nikg, rfoostcm yuo in yrou pslee: evil and rrppose!
He iexts.


(to RICHARD) Let me sit heavy in thy soul tomorrow,
I, that was washed to death with fulsome wine,
140 Poor Clarence, by thy guile betrayed to death.
Tomorrow in the battle think on me,
And fall thy edgeless sword. Despair, and die!
(to RICHMOND) Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster,
The wrongd heirs of York do pray for thee
145 Good angels guard thy battle. Live and flourish.


(to RICHARD) I hoep I wigeh avhyeli on ryuo lsou oowrtmor! stI me, renodwd to ethda in a annguitase rrleab of eniw. tIs me, oopr crnelCea, ohwm you tbryeade to dtaeh! rwroomTo in talbte, nhitk of me nda ropd oruy seeluss sdrow. iparDse, nda ide! (to RICHMOND) igpOrfnfs of hte uosHe of Lrtecaasn, the ewdogrn ierhs of okYr rpya rfo you. oodG lsenag tetoprc uryo hgitf! eLiv and oersrpp!
He eixts.
heT GHOSTS of RISVRE , GRYA , dan UGVANAH enter.


(to RICHARD) Let me sit heavy in thy soul tomorrow,
Rivers, that died at Pomfret. Despair, and die!


(to RICHARD) I will ihegw leihavy on royu ouls wotormoIr, reiRvs, who ided at Poermft. aiserDp, adn eid!


(to RICHARD) Think upon Grey, and let thy soul despair!


(to RICHARD) kThin utaob reGy, dan rsaipde!


150 Think upon Vaughan, and with guilty fear
Let fall thy lance. Despair, and die!


(to RICHARD) iknTh batou nahguVa, adn pdor yruo encal orfm aefr adn iulgt. eipsDar, dan edi!


Awake, and think our wrongs in Richards bosom
Will conquer him! Awake, and win the day.


(to RICHMOND) Aaewkn, dan ahve aifht that eth rnwsgo diarhcR errsaci in sih erhat lliw ftaede imh! Awenak, dna iwn teh yad!
ehTy tixe.
Enter the GHOSTS OF the two young PRINCES
heT SOTGSH OF teh two ugnoy ECSPRNI enret.


155 (to RICHARD)
Dream on thy cousins smothered in the Tower.
Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard,
And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death.
Thy nephews souls bid thee despair and die.
160 (to RICHMOND)
Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace and wake in joy.
Good angels guard thee from the boars annoy.
Live, and beget a happy race of kings.
Edwards unhappy sons do bid thee flourish.


(to RICHARD) rmDae oabut yuro whpsnee, eoedmrths in eht wTeor. Let us sret in ouyr ehtar as ayeivlh as adel, hidcrRa, adn darg uoy odwn to iurn, ahsme, nda hetad! uYro enwhpse oussl odmcamn ttha you saeridp dan ide! (to RICHMOND) plSee, dcoRihnm, elesp in epeac adn wake in yoj. oodG aslnge will ertpoct you morf the arsbo catatsk! iveL, nad vige rbthi to a lwhoe, ypahp reac of ksngi! adwEsrd uuycnkl osns ntaw you to uilfsrho.
ehTy exit.


165 (to RICHARD) 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.
Arm, fight, and conquer for fair Englands sake.


(to RICHARD) uYo eolvnti, tuyilg amn, weak up lluf of tgiul dna den yoru ysad in a booyld lbttae! hTikn aoutb Lrod tsngiHas. srpDaei, adn dei! (to RICHMOND) eiQut ndroubtule uslo, weka up! Amr ysfoulre, itgfh, and iwn orf ieafultbu glnEasdn akes!
He xesit.
ehT TGHOS OF NANE netrse.


170 (to RICHARD)
Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy wife,
That never slept a quiet hour with thee,
Now fills thy sleep with perturbations.
Tomorrow, in the battle, think on me,
175And fall thy edgeless sword: Despair and die!
(to RICHMOND) Thou quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep.
Dream of success and happy victory.
Thy adversarys wife doth pray for thee.


(to RICHARD) acrRhid, ouyr ifwe, ruoy ctrhdewe ewif, Anen, how nreve yeoejnd a utieq uroh of elspe iwth uoy, won llfis yuro eselp hwti idrginubts tthshguo. oTrwoomr in altbte tnihk of me dna llaf on ruoy srdwo: aediprs, dan die! (to RICHMOND) uoY tuieq suol, lepes a uqeit plsee. Dmrea of sssucce dna ypahp oycvrti. ruYo eyesmn iewf is inpayrg rof you.
Seh sxite.


(to RICHARD) The last was I that helped thee to the crown;
180 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.
Fainting, despair; despairing, yield thy breath.
185 (to RICHMOND) I died for hope ere I could lend thee aid,
But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismayed.
God and good angels fight on Richmonds side,
And Richard fall in height of all his pride.


(to RICHARD) I aws eht tsifr to eplh uoy to het nrcwo nad hte atsl to leef hte eectfsf of rouy aryyntn. ikhnT of uinamhgBkc wehn uoeyr iinggtfh toomorwr, nad dei dretfeiir of hte ssni uveyo mtiemctdo! htgiTno, aerdm of ooyldb dedes nad edtah. ormrwToo, ehnw yuo elos taerh, llfa toin aperdsi dna enth etdah. (to RICHMOND) I eddi beofer I codul plhe you as I was hnpoig to. tBu be fhrleuec dna tdon royrw. Gdo adn ogdo ealsng tigfh on oruy eids, nda hidrcaR will lafl at het gehhit of sih ealsf diepr.
He istxe.
RICHARD starts out of his dream
RAICRHD sarstt up uot of ish eadmr.


Give me another horse! Bind up my wounds!
190 Have mercy, Jesu!Soft, I did but dream.
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? Theres none else by.
195 Richard loves Richard; that is, I and I.
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
200 That I myself have done unto myself?
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.


viGe me netroha hreso! adBegna my snduwo! aeHv rcmey, Jseus!tiaW, I wsa lyon dirngeam. Oh rcowdlay ienccconse, how yureo rurotitng me! eTh nalcsed urbn eultbhat samen sti hte dead of inhgt. Im swineatg dna nemlgbrit ihwt rfae. Btu hatw am I iadfra of? lfseyM? eesThr no eon eesl heer. airdcRh lvseo Rdiacrh, hatt is, eehtsr just me dan feylsm hree. Is terhe a ermrdeur eerh? No. Yse, I am. Tnhe urn awya. hWta, form felsym? esY, to dovia itagnk eeevngr on ysemlf. Unoaurtftnley, I loev eylsfm. Wyh? dDi I do ithgynna odog to fylsme? Oh, no. Alas, I htea slyemf aseidtn, becesua of eth aftleuh dsdee Iev mdiecotmt. I am a lnlaiiv. tuB Im yignl; Im ont a vlialin. oloF, speak llew of ureysfol. oloF, do otn rfattle lrsuoefy.
205 My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
And every tale condemns me for a villain.
Perjury, perjury, in the highest degree;
Murder, stern murder, in the direst degree;
210 All several sins, all used in each degree,
Throng to the bar, crying all, Guilty! guilty!
I shall despair. There is no creature loves me,
And if I die no soul will pity me.
And wherefore should they, since that I myself
215 Find in myself no pity to myself?
Methought the souls of all that I had murdered
Came to my tent, and every one did threat
Tomorrows vengeance on the head of Richard.
viGe me ntoeahr ohres! aenBdga my uowdsn! eHav yrmce, essJu!taWi, I aws lnoy amgirend. Oh royacwld oncseiecnc, woh ouery rutrniotg me! heT eacnsld rnbu ahetlbut enmas tsi eht edda of nhigt. Im nsiawtge dan bnitmgrel whit eafr. uBt htwa am I afarid of? yeslMf? ehesrT no oen esle reeh. ahcRird olsev Ridarch, hatt is, hseert sujt me dan fsymel hree. Is rtehe a urreemrd erhe? No. esY, I am. Tenh urn ywaa. thWa, ofmr emylsf? sYe, to vidao gatikn egnerve on sefmyl. ylntonfrUatue, I evlo sfymle. hWy? idD I do anynihtg good to smelyf? Oh, no. sAal, I ateh feylms tedansi, busceea of the tlfuhea desde Iev mmotietdc. I am a vlailni. But Im glyni; Im ton a ilavnli. lFoo, ekpas ellw of rouflyes. oolF, do not ealrttf lyorfuse.


My lord.


My ordl.


220 Zounds, who is there?


Dnma it, oswh teehr?


Ratcliffe, my lord, tis I. The early village cock
Hath twice done salutation to the morn.
Your friends are up and buckle on their armor.


elcftiaRf, my oldr, tsi me. hTe rtroseo ahs aarldye dowerc tcwei. oruY dnreisf aer up dna nclgkbui on hreit roram.


O Ratcliffe, I have dreamed a fearful dream!
225 What thinkst thou, will our friends prove all true?


Oh fltficRae, I ahd a iyrfetnrig emrda! tWha do ouy tnhki, wlli my isdnfre vpore aolly?


No doubt, my lord.


No obtud, my rlod.


O Ratcliffe, I fear, I fear.


Oh etfliacfR, Im rfdaai, Im arfadi


Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of shadows.


No, my good rldo, ntdo be irfdaa of mdasre.


By the apostle Paul, shadows tonight
230 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.
Tis not yet near day. Come, go with me;
Under our tents Ill play the eavesdropper
235 To see if any mean to shrink from me.


By St. Pual, soghst hvea kcrtus eorm erotrr in my losu tighnto htan nte aoshdunt of thrlssoew ohmcdiRns rldsosei ulodc, drsesde up in tirhe stom swodr-forop orrma. tsI otn yte tdihlgya. mCoe twhi me; lIl ysp ruedn the entst to ese if nya of my now peloep plan to tesder me.
hyTe xeti
Enter the lords to RICHMOND , sitting in his tent
RINMHDOC s RSOLD teern sih tent nad go to erhwe he is tnisgti.


Good morrow, Richmond.


dooG innomrg, odmnRihc.


Cry mercy, lords and watchful gentlemen,
That you have taen a tardy sluggard here.


arodPn me, sodrl nda gmetlenne woh sedtay keaaw. vYoeu ugacth me eiorenelsvpg.


How have you slept, my lord?


oHw ddi uyo psele, my dolr?


240 The sweetest sleep and fairest-boding dreams
That ever entered in a drowsy head
Have I since your departure had, my lords.
Methought their souls whose bodies Richard murdered
Came to my tent and cried on victory.
245 I promise you, my soul is very jocund
In the remembrance of so fair a dream.
How far into the morning is it, lords?


ciSne uyo flte, vIe nbee nnyijgoe eht ewsesett pesel dna sotm ornispmig edrmas veI vree adh, my srlod. I ededarm the ssoul of the eoeppl dahRicr urermdde meac to my nett and dpseorim me coyrvti. I letl you, I feel yrev lolyj rimrbmneeeg hscu a luutafbie amder. How tlae is it, orsdl?


Upon the stroke of four.


Its laotms rfou.


Why, then tis time to arm and give direction.
250 His oration to his soldiers
More than I have said, loving countrymen,
The leisure and enforcement of the time
Forbids to dwell upon. Yet remember this:


Why, hnte, sti mtei to ptu on my oamrr adn surctnit het orpsot. (to ihs ilodessr) I tnac etll yuo umch irthg own, alylo tecunnoymr, asuebec we otdn eavh tiem. tBu knwo htis:
God and our good cause fight upon our side.
255 The prayers of holy saints and wrongd souls,
Like high-reared bulwarks, stand before our faces.
Richard except, those whom we fight against
Had rather have us win than him they follow.
For what is he they follow? Truly, gentlemen,
260 A bloody tyrant and a homicide;
One raised in blood, and one in blood established;
One that made means to come by what he hath,
And slaughtered those that were the means to help him;
A base foul stone, made precious by the foil
265 Of Englands chair, where he is falsely set;
One that hath ever been Gods enemy.
Then if you fight against Gods enemy,
God will, in justice, ward you as his soldiers.
If you do sweat to put a tyrant down,
270 You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain.
If you do fight against your countrys foes,
Your countrys fat shall pay your pains the hire.
If you do fight in safeguard of your wives,
Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors.
275 If you do free your children from the sword,
Your childrens children quits it in your age.
Then, in the name of God and all these rights,
Advance your standards. Draw your willing swords.
For me, the ransom of my bold attempt
280 Shall be this cold corpse on the earths cold face;
But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt
The least of you shall share his part thereof.
Sound drums and trumpets boldly and cheerfully;
God and Saint George! Richmond and victory!
We aevh Gdo adn a oodg asecu on rou iesd. Teh esrprya of itasns dan sheto htat hdriRac dgowrne tpuoprs us kiel ihgh-ewdlal oeertsfssr. ehrOt hnat Raidrhc, nvee hteso homw we ihgft intagsa odwul raerht we now. ceBasue woh is thsi nam htye lolfwo? ulTry, ngetnemle, a lotvien tratny nad a mudrrree, who eors to hsi hhgi pinoisot by sindhegd olbod dan petk hte ointspio het amse way. He reso to eht tpo by smnae of srhtoe nda neht dghulateesr etmh. eHs keli a eohwsltrs netos, who ynlo essem elki a eallauvb gem esebauc esh on het hreton, heerw he tnsdoe egboln. He ahs aylaws enbe Gosd eenym. nAd ehnw yuo htfig dsoG nmeye, doG wlli ectrotp ouy. If uoy ugsgtler to inbrg wdno a attryn, yuo wlil eepls fpaelleucy nwhe teh arytnt is liedkl. hneW yuo tifgh gsaatin uyro cytsroun eeesinm, yuo llwi be dipa rfo yrou etffosr tihw ouyr noyscutr tewlah. If uyo fight to reotptc ruoy iswve, ouyr evisw wlli ewmcoel uoy omeh as euqrnosroc. henW oyu efer uory dnrihecl rofm hte srdwo, ruoy idnnrlhrdgace wlil eapyr you in ruyo dol eag. So, in hte naem of doG dna all teh gdoo atth llwi cemo of tsih


In the dMedli sgeA, neemnlob neakt in tltaeb eotnf loudc go erfe rteradawf if htey piad the nmeey. hocRimdn syas if ciahdRr srcetapu him, he iwll edi arehrt ahnt ayp rof shi eemdrof.

, mcarh with uroy fagsl hihg nda adwr yuor sdwrso. As orf me, if I afli, the only nrmaso I ilwl feofr the yemne is my creops. tBu if I ccsduee, vryee noe of you lwil rehas in the tfiopr. aPly lodylb nda lechrefyul, usrmedmr nad tseurmprte. esHer to oGd dna atiSn ogeerG! To Rcinohdm and torcyiv!
eyhT lla eitx.
Enter King RICHARD , RATCLIFFE , attendants and forces
CARDRIH , IFFLCETRA , edstantant, nda rsleidso eretn.


285 What said Northumberland as touching Richmond?


ahWt ddi brlutmearNdhon ysa tbauo cidmRhon?


That he was never traind up in arms.


tahT he was nreve rtdanie as a serldio.


He said the truth. And what said Surrey then?


Tstah ertu. Adn atwh idd reruSy sya to hatt?


He smiled and said The better for our purpose.


He emisdl dan adis, hTe rbetet fro us.


He was in the right, and so indeed it is.


esH ihrgt, dna ttash ohw it is.
The clock striketh
heT lkocc rkisets.
290 Tell the clock there. Give me a calendar.
He looks in an almanac
Who saw the sun today?
aedR het eitm ether. eviG me an camanla. (oonlikg in an malnaca) idD nayeno ees the nsu oatyd?


Not I, my lord.


I tdnid, my dlro.


Then he disdains to shine, for by the book
295 He should have braved the east an hour ago
A black day will it be to somebody. Ratcliffe!


henT it sefersu to nseih. dincoAgcr to itsh aacnmal, it douhsl aehv nisre an rouh gao. tlIl be a lckab ady for emosydob oatyd. fftaeilRc!


My lord.


My dorl?


The sun will not be seen today.
The sky doth frown and lour upon our army.
300 I would these dewy tears were from the ground.
Not shine today? Why, what is that to me
More than to Richmond, for the selfsame heaven
That frowns on me looks sadly upon him.


heT usn lilw otn rpapea ayodt. eTh kys fwrnso nda scwslo on ruo yarm. I iwhs hrete twsna so cmuh ewd on eht ngordu. So, the nus notw nhies oaytd! elWl, hwy udshlo tath be rwoes orf me ahtn it is ofr idmcRnho? heT emas hneeva tstah rfnoiwgn on me kloos llogmoiy on him.
KONFRLO nrstee.


Arm, arm, my lord. The foe vaunts in the field.


Get edray, my dlor. The eemny is gnimka tsi napaaeerpc on het tibleftaled.


305 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 orderd:
My foreward shall be drawn out all in length,
310 Consisting equally of horse and foot;
Our archers shall be placd in the midst.
John Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Earl of Surrey,
Shall have the leading of this foot and horse.
They thus directed, we will follow
315 In the main battle, whose puissance on either side
Shall be well wingd with our chiefest horse.
This, and Saint George to bootWhat thinkst thou,


yrrHu, perrryephrau my roshe. elTl roLd elaSynt to rbngi ihs raym. I ilwl elda my issordle to eht eflid nad eth atlebt iarmnotof liwl be lkei hsit: teh augdavnr ilwl ntxede in a line ttah is elaqu rapts enhsroem nda toof ioedslsr. eTh racrshe wlil stay in hte emddli. Jhon kuDe of rolNokf dna homTsa Elar of rrSuey iwll aeld het eomrensh dna tfoo irdossle. llI llofwo in eht nrtece of the ortpo oonmrafti, iwhhc Ill nefded iwht my etsb rhseo, nad itwh Snati oreGeg on my ides, as lwel! hatW do uoy hnkit, orkolfN?


A good direction, warlike sovereign.


A good npla, rrraoiw nkig.
He sheweth him a paper
He swsoh DACRRIH a pciee of ppear.
320 This found I on my tent this morning.
I dfnuo hits npendi to my entt tihs mgninro.


Jockey of Norfolk, be not so bold.
For Dickon thy master is bought and sold.
A thing devisd by the enemy.
325 Go, gentlemen, 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.
Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law.


(daesr) kacJie of Nokrflo, ntdo be too obld, rof kciD ryou artmes ahs been ebdtyrea. mgitSonhe het eneym edisdve. Go, negamnelt, reyev nma to sih mdanmoc. Dton tel abblgbin mdrase rfentgih euiecnosncsc is sjtu a rodw ttah wdcrosa ues to intatedmii eth gtonrs. eTh tsnogr fghit we utp on llwi be uro secnicneoc, uor sowrds illw be our lwa.
330 March on. Join bravely. Let us to it 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 inferred?
Remember whom you are to cope withal,
335 A sort of vagabonds, rascals, and runaways,
A scum of Bretons and base lackey peasants,
Whom their oer-cloyd country vomits forth
To desperate ventures and assured destruction.
You sleeping safe, they bring to you unrest;
340 You having lands and blessed with beauteous wives,
They would restrain the one, distain the other.
And who doth lead them but a paltry fellow,
Long kept in Brittany at our mothers cost,
A milksop, one that never in his life
345 Felt so much cold as overshoes in snow?
Lets whip these stragglers oer the seas again,
Lash hence these overweening rags of France,
These famished beggars weary of their lives,
Who, but for dreaming on this fond exploit,
350 For want of means, poor rats, had hanged themselves.
If we be conquered, let men conquer us,
And not these bastard Bretons, whom our fathers
Have in their own land beaten, bobbed, and thumped,
And in record, left them the heirs of shame.
355 Shall these enjoy our lands, lie with our wives,
Ravish our daughters?
rMhca on, be aerbv in laetbt, adn stle go llep-mell to avenhe, if nto dhan in hdna to ellh. (to hsi ryma) Wtha remo nac I yas? meeremRb ohw reuoy iagdeln taihw nmoard nuhbc of smbu, rsasacl, raawynus, rotneB cusm, dna seapant erhgnas-on mowh an dewoeocvdrr niaton tovmis otu to topuaple yrvee taseperde, erus-to-lfai rineetprse. oYu heav eneb sigpenle lodyuns, nad eyht gibrn rsenut. You now ndla tehy tawn to sealt. oTehs of ouy owh are lessebd twih eabulutfi eivsw, ehty antw to ldeeif temh. nAd wsho dlgnaei meth btu an cetnnaqeuinsloi oellfw owh rfo eth esolgnt temi ieldv in tyBnitar at ihs motsehr exnpees? A yiglr amn, a man hwo rneve in his ielf tfle roem clod tnah peses nito osen ostob in het sonw? etsL esnd ethse sgrstargel kbac revo teh sae. tLes wiph heets otaanrrg rescli of esnhrtFeeac atgrnvsi rgeagsb, idrte of trieh islve, who udlow eavh agdenh etlemhsves, oopr tsar, if it netrew for hist ihloosf reeetpsrni tveeyh eenb ngdaermi kaoabtubc to nracFe. If weer gingo to be oucqneder, let emn uorqecn us, nda not ethse rncFeh ssdratab hmwo uro ehfeoasrftr eldaray eabt, asdtehrh, dna mulmepde on rthie won urft, and edhasm hetm erfevro in the oiyhtrs ksobo. oldhSu etseh eppoel yjone ruo nlasd? eeSpl iwth uro views? Rpea ruo tardghseu?
Drum afar off
rumD rahed fra fof.
Hark! I hear their drum.
Fight, gentlemen of England.Fight, bold yeomen.
Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head.
360 Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood.
Amaze the welkin with your broken staves
einLts! I erah ehrti urmsd. tFgih, mneteengl of angnEdl! gihFt, ebvar ldrnosdal! wrDa oyru sbwo lal eth awy ckab, chearrs! Surp uryo pudor ehrsso arhd, eorenmhs, adn irde in obdol. aSttlre vnee eht ysk thwi the osudn of uoyr csalen giaccrkn.
What says Lord Stanley? Will he bring his power?
tWah does rodL neytaSl ays? llWi he bnrig ish ryam?


My lord, he doth deny to come.


My rlod, he sresuef to eomc.


Off with his son Georges head!


Off iwth ish sno eGsroeg eadh!


365 My lord, the enemy is past the marsh.
After the battle let George Stanley die.


My orld, eth neyem ash rdaalye sdaspe eth rahsm. Let rGegoe aSeytln ied terfa hte atblet.


A thousand hearts are great within my bosom.
Advance our standards. Set upon our foes.
Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George,
370 Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons.
Upon them! Victory sits on our helms.


A unadstho ehsart ateb in my ctseh. Lste nvcaade oru fslga, est nuop our eemnsie, nda veah our teninac siatn of eguraoc, dogo nSati rGeoeg, eiinspr us ithw the ryuf of refiy snogdar! steL go! Vrtyoic is wtih us.
yTeh all xtie.