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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A12001	The tragedy of King Richard the third Containing, his treacherous plots against his brother Clarence: the pittiefull murther of his iunocent [sic] nephewes: his tyrannicall vsurpation: with the whole course of his detested life, and most deserued death. As it hath beene lately acted by the Right honourable the Lord Chamberlaine his seruants.; King Richard III	Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.	1597 (1597)	STC 22314; ESTC S111093	57,501	95

sorrow Remember Margaret was a Prophetesse Come sirs conuey me to the blocke of shame Wrong hath but wrong and blame the dew of blame En●er Richmond with drums and trump●ts Rich. Fellowes in armes and my most louing friendes Bruisd vnderneath the yoake of tyrannie Thus farre into the bowels of the land Haue we marcht on without impediment And here receiue we from our Father Stanlie Lines of faire comfort and incouragement The wretched bloudie and vsurping bore That spoild your somer-fieldes and fruitfull vines Swils your warme bloud like wash and makes his trough In your inboweld bosomes this foule swine Lies now euen in the center of this I le Neare to the towne of Leycester as we learne From Tamworth thether is but one dayes march In Gods name cheerelie on couragious f●iendes To reape the haruest of perpetuall peace By this one bloudie triall of sharpe warre 1 Lo. Eue●ie mans conscience is a thousand swordes To fight against that bloudie homicide 2 Lo. I doubt not but his friendes will flie to vs. 3 Lo. He hath no friendes but who are friendes for feare Which in his greatest neede will shrinke from him Rich. All for our vantage then in Gods name march True hope is swift and flies with Swallowes wings Kings it make Gods and meaner creatures kings Exit Enter King Richard Norffolke Ratcliffe Catesbie with others King Here pitch our tentes euen here in Bosworth field Whie how now Catesbie whie lookst thou so bad Cat My hart is ten times lighter then my lookes King Norffolke come hether Norffolke we must haue knockes ha must we not Norff. We must both giue and take my gracious Lord. King Vp with my tent there here will I lie to night But where to morrow well all is one for that Who hath discried the number of the foe Norff. Sixe or seuen thousand is their greatest number King Whie our battalion trebles that account Besides the Kings name is a tower of strength Which they vpon the aduerse partie want Vp with my tent there valiant gentlemen Let vs suruey the vantage of the field Call for some men of sound direction Le ts want no discipline make no dela●e For Lordes to morrow is a busie day Exeunt Enter Richmond with the Lordes c. Rich. The wearie sonne hath made a golden sete And by the bright tracke of his fierie Carre Giues signall of a goodlie day to morrow Where is Sir William Brandon he shall beare my standerd The Earle of Pembroke keepe his regiment Good captaine Blunt beare my good night to him And by the second houre in the morning Desire the Earle to see me in my tent Yet one thing more good Blunt before thou goest Where is Lord Stanlie quarterd doest thou know Blunt Vnlesse I haue mistane his coulers much Which well I am assur'd I haue not done His regiment lies halfe a mile at least South from the mightie power of the king Rich. If without perrill it be possible Good captaine Blunt beare my good night to him And giue him from me this most needefull scrowle Blunt Vpon my life my Lord I le vndertake it Rich. Farewell good Blunt Giue me some inke and paper in my ten● I le drawe the forme and modle of our battel Limit each leader to his seuerall charge And part in iust proportion our small strength Come let vs consult vpon to morrowes busines In to our tent the aire is rawe and cold Enter king Richard Norff. Ratcliffe Catesb●e c. K●ng What is a clocke Cat. It is sixe of clocke full supper time King I will not sup to night giue me some inke and paper What is my be●er easier then it was And all my armour laid into my tent C●t It is my Liege and all thinges are in readines King Good Norffolke hie thee to thy charge Vse carefull watch chuse trustie centinell Norff. I goe my Lord. King Stur with the Larke to morrow gentle Norffolke Nor. I warrant you my Lord. K●ng Catesby Rat. My lord King Send out a Pursiuant at armes To ●tanle●● regiment bid him bring his power Before sun rising least his sonne George fall Into the blind caue of eternal night Fill me a bowle of wine giue me a watch Saddle white Surrey for the field to morrow Looke that my staues be sound and not too heauy Ratliffe R●t My lord King Sawst thou the melancholie Lo. Northumberland Rat. Thomas the Earle of Surrey and himselfe Much about cockshut time from troupe to troupe Went through the army cheering vp the soldiors King So I am satisfied giue me a boule of wine I haue not that alacrity of spirit Nor cheere of mind that I was wont to haue Set it down Is inke and paper ready Rat. It is my lord King Bid my guard watch leaue me Ratliffe about the mid of night come to mytent And help to arme me leaue me I say Exit Ratliff● Enter Darby to Ricbmond in his tent Da●by Fortune and victorie set on thy helme Rich. All comfort that the darke night can afford Be to thy person noble father in law Tel me how fares our louing mother Dar. I by atturney blesse thee from thy mother Who pr●ies continuallie for Richmonds good So much for that the silent houres steale on And f●akie darkenesse breakes within the east In briefe for so the season bids vs be Prepare thy battell earelie in the morning And put thy fortune to the arbitrement Of bloudie strokes and mortal sta●ing war I as I may that which I would I cannot With best adu●ntage will deceiue the time And aide thee in this doubsul shocke of armes But on thy side I may not be too forward Least being seene thy brother tender George Be executed in his fathers sight Farewel the leasure and the fearefull time Cuts off the ceremonious vowes of loue And am●le enterchange of sweet discourse Which so long sundried friends should dwelvpon God giue vs leisure for these rights of loue Once more adiew be valiant and speed well Rich. Good lords conduct him to his regiment I le striue with troubled thoughts to take a nap Least leaden slumber peise me downe to morrow When I should mount with wings of victorie Once more good night kind Lords and gentlemen Exu●● O thou who●e Captaine I account my selfe Looke on my forces with a gracious e●e Put in their hands thy brusing Irons of wrath That they may crush downe with a heauie ●all The vsurping helmets of our aduersaries Make vs thy ministers of chastisement That we may praise thee in the victorie To thee I do commend my watchfull soule Eare I let fal the windowes of mine eies Sleeping and waking oh defend me still Enter the ghost of young Prince Edward sonne Harry the sixt to Ri. Ghost to Ri. Let me sit heauie on thy soule to morrow Thinke how thou stabst me in my prime of youth At Teukesburie dispaire therefore 〈◊〉 die To Rich. Be cheerful Richmond for the wronged soules Of Butchered princes fight in