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die;

K. Rich. I ain satisfied. Give me a bowl of By thee was punched full of deadly holes : wine :

Think on the Tower and me ; Despair, and I have not that alacrity of spirit, Nor cheer of miod that I was wont to have. - Harry the sixth bids thee despair and die.So, set it down.- Is ink and paper ready ?

Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror ! Rat. It is, my lord.

(TO RICAMOND K. Rich. Bid my guard watch ; leave me. Harry, that prophcsy'd thou should'st be king, About the mid of night, come to iny tent Doth comfort thee in thy sleep: Live and And help to arm me.-Leave me, I say.

flourish !
(King RICHARD retires into his
Tent. Exeunt RATCLIFP and.

The Ghost of CLARENCE rises.
CATES BY

Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-
morrow 1

[To King RICHARD. RICHMOND'S Tent opens, and discovers him, I, that was waslı'd to death with fulsome and his officers, &c.

wine, Enter STANLEY.

Poor Clarence, by thy gaile betray'd to death !

To-morrow in the battle think on me, Stan. Fortune and victory sit on thy helm ! And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair and Richm. All comfort that the dark night can

dielafford,

Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster, Be to thy person, noble father-in-law !

(T. RICAMOND. Tell me, how fares our loving mother?

The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee; Stan.'i, by attorney, bless thee from thy Good angels guard thy baitle"! Live, and mother,

flourish! Who prays continually for Richmond's good; So much for tbat.--The silent hours steal on, The Ghosts of RIVERS, GREY, and VAUGBAN, And tlaky darkness breaks within the east.

rise. In brief, for so the season bids us be,

Riv. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow, Prepare thy battle early in the morning;

(To King RICHARD. And put thy fortune to the arbitrement

Rivers, that died at Pomiret! Despair, and Or bloody strokes, and mortal-staring war.

die 1 1, as I may, (that wbich I would, I cannot,)

Grey. Think upon Grey, and let thy soul desWith best advantage will deceive the time,

pair!

[To King RICHARD. And aid thee in tbis doubtful sbock of arms!

Vaugh. Think upon Vaughan ; and, with guilty But on thy side I may not be too forward,

rear, Lest, being seen, thy brother, tender George,

Let fall thy lance ! Despair, and die IBe executed in his father's sight:

[To King Richard. Farewell : The leisure and the fearful time

All. Awake! and think, our wrongs in RichCuts off the ceremonious vows of love,

ard's bosom

(T) RICHMOND. And ample interchange of sweet discourse, Will

conquer him ; – awake, and win the Which 50 long sunder'd friends should dwell

day! upon ; God give us leisure for these rites of love!

The Ghost of HASTINGS rises. Once more, adieu :-Be valiant, and speed well!

Ghost. Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake ; Richm. Good lords, conduct him to his regi- and in a bloody battle end iby days

(70 King RICHARD. mnent; I'll strive with troubled thoughts, to take a

Think on lord Hastings; and despair and

die ! nap; Lest leaden slumber peiset me down to-mor

Quiet untroubled soul, awake, awake !

(Tv Rich MOND. row, When I should mount with wings or victory :

Aim, fight, and conquer, for fair England's

sake! Ouce more good night, kind lords and gentle. men.

The Ghosts of the two young PRINCES (Exeunt LORDS, &c. with STANLEY.

rise. o Thou ! whose captain I account myself, Look on my forces with a gracious eye ;

Ghosts. Dream on tby cousins smother'd in Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath,

the Tower ; That they may crush down with a heavy fall

Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard, The usurping helmets of our adversaries ? And weigh thee down to ruín, shame, and Make us thy ministers of chastisement,

death! That we may praise thee in thy victory!

Thy nephews' souls bid thee despair, and die.To Thee I do commend my watchful soul,

Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake Ere I let fall the windows of inine eyes ;

in joy ; Sleeping and waking, o defend me still ! Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy!

(Sleeps. Live, and beget a happy race of kings!

Edward's unhappy sons do bid thee flourish. The Ghost of Prince EDWARD, son to HENRY the sixth, rises between the two tents.

The Ghost of Queen ANNE rises. Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-mor. Ghost. Richard, thy wife, that wretched row ! (To King RICHARD.

Anne thy wife, Think, how tbou stab'ust me in my prime of that never slept a quiet hour with thee, youth

Now fills thy sleep with perturbatious; At Tewksbury ; Despair therefore, and dic! To-morrow in the battle think on me, Be cheerful, Richmond ; for the wronged soul's And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair, and

[TO RICHMOND.

die ! or butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf :

Thou, quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep ; King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thee.

(70 RICHMOND

Dream of success and bappy victory; The Ghost of King HENRY the sixth rises. Thy adversary's wise doth pray for thee. Chost. When I was mortal, my anointed body (To King RICHARD.

The Ghost of BUCKINGHAM rises.

Ghost. The first was 1, that help'd thee to • Deputation

Weigh.
the crown;

(To King RICHARD. side ;

mel

The last was I that felt thy tyranny;

Richm. 'Cry mercy, lords, and watchful genOh! in the battle tbiuk on Buckingham,

tlemen, And die in terror of thy guiltiness!

That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard bere. Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and Lords. How bave you slept, my lord ? death;

Richm. The sweetest sleep, and fairest-bodlug Fainting, despair; desparing, yield thy breath !

dreams, I died for hope, ere I could lend thee aid : That ever enter'd in a drowsy head,

[T, RICHMOND. Have I since your departure bad, my lords. But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay'd : Melhoright, their souls, whose bodies Richard God and good angels tight on Richmond's

murder'd,

Came to my tent, and cried--On! victory! And Richard falls in height of all lis pride. I promise you, my heart is very jocund (The Ghosts vanish. King RICHARD starts in the remembrance of so fair a dream. out of his dream.

How far into the morning is it, lords 1 K. Rich. Give me auotuer horse,-bind up Lords. Upon the stroke of four. my wounds,

Richm. Why, theu 'tis uiine lo arm, and glve Have mercy, Jesu !--Soft ; I did but dream.

direction. O coward conscience, how dost thou afllict

[He advances to the troops.

More than I have said, loving countrymen, The lights burn blue.-It is now dead mid- The leisure and enforcement of the time night.

Forbids to dwell on. Yet remember this,Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. God, and our good cause, fight upon our What do I fear? myself? there's none else

side ; by :

The prayers of holy saints, and wronged souls, Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I.

Like bigh-rear'd bulwarks, stand before our Is there a murderer here? No !-Yes ; I am:

faces; Then fly,--What, from myself? Great reason : Richard except, those whom we figlit agaiust Why ?

Had rather have us win, than bim they follow. Lest I revenge, What? Myself on myself?

For what is he they follow truly, gentlemen, I love myseli. Wherefore ? for any good, A bloody tyrant, and a homicide ; That I myself have done unto myself?

One rais'd in blood, and one in blood esta. O no : alas, I rather bate myself,

blish'd ; For bateful' deeds committed by myself.

One that made means to come by what be I am a villain ; Yet I lie, I am uot.

hath, Fool, of thyself speak well :--Fool, do Bor And slaughter'd those that were the means to datter.

help him : My conscience bath a thousand several tougues, A base foul stone, made precious by the foil And every tonguc brings in a several tale, of England's chair, where he is falsely set ; And every tale condemns me for a villain.

One that hath ever been God's enemy : Perjary, perjury, in the high'st degree ; Then, if you fight against God's enemy, Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree; God will, in justice, ward + you as his solAll several sins, all us'd in each degree;

diers ; Throng to the bar, crying all,-Guilty ! guilty !!!! you do sweat to put a tyrant down, I shall despair.--There is no creature loves You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain; me ;

If you do fight against your country's foes, And, if I die, wo soul will pity me :

Your country's fat sball pay your pains the Nay, wherefore sbould they? since that I my.

hire ; self

If you do fight in safeguard of your wives, Find in myself no pity to inyself.

Your wives shall welcome home the conMethought, the souls of all that I had mur

querors ; der'd

If you do free your children from the sword, Came to my tent : and every one did threat

Your children's children quit f it in your age. To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard. Then in the name of God, and all these

rights, Enter RATCLIFF.

Advance your standards, draw your willing

swords. Rat. My lord, K. Rich. Who's there?

For me, the ransom of my bold attempt Rat. Ratcliff, my lord; 'tis 1. The early

Shall be this cold corpse on the earth's cold

face; village cock Hath twice done salutation to the morn;

But, if I thrive, the gain of my attempt Your friends are up, and buckle on their ar. Sound, drums and trumpets, boldly and cheer.

The least of you sball share bis part thereof. mour. K. Rich. O Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fearful

fully : dream!

God and Saint George ! Richmond and victory! What thinkest thou ! will our friends prove

(Exeunt. all true ?

Re-enter King RICHARD, RATCLIFF, atten. Rat. No doubt, my lord.

dants, and forces. K. Rich. Ratcliff,'I fear, I fear,Rat. Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of sba

K. Rich. What said Northumberland, as touchdows.

ing Richmond ? K. Rich. By the apostle Paul, shadows to

Rat. That he was never trained up in arms. night

K. Rich. He said the truth: And what said Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard,

Surrey then ? Than can the substance of ten thousarid sol.

Rat. He smil'd, and said the better for our diers,

purpose. Armed in proof, and led hy shallow Richmond.

K. Rich. He was i'the right; and so, indeed,

it is. It is not yet near day. Come, go with me;

(Clock strikes, Under our tents I'u play the eaves-dropper,

Tell the clock there.-Give me a calendar.

Who saw the son to-day? To hear, if any mean to sbrink from me. [Exeunt King RICHARD, and RATCLIFF.

Rat. Not I, my lord.

K. Rich. Then he disdaius to shine ; for, br Richmond wakes. Enter OXFORD and

the book, others.

• Throne.

+ Guard. Lords. Good morrow, Richmond.

• Reqaitt.

He should have bray'd • the east an hour ago : | Figbt, gentlemen of England i night, bold yeo. A black day will it be to somebody,

men ! Ratcliff,

Draw, arcbers, draw your arrows to the head ! Rat. My lord ?

Spur your proud horses bard, and ride la K. Rich. The sun will not be seen to-day ;

blood ; The sky doth frown and lour upon our army ; Amaze the welkin with your broken staves ! I would, these dewy tears were from the

Enter a MESSENGER. ground. Not shine to-day! Why, what is that to me, Wbat says lord Stanley ? will be bring his More than to Richmond 1 for the self-same

power ? heaven,

Mess. My lord, he doth deny to conie. That frowus on me, looks sadly upon bim.

K. Rich, off instantly with his son George's

head. Enter NORFOLK.

Nor. My lord, the enemy is pass'd the Nor. Arm, arm, my lord; the fue vaunts in

marsh ; the field.

After the battle let George Stanley die. K. Rich. Coine, bustle, bustle ;-Caparlson K. Rich. A thousand hearts are great within my horse ;

my bosom : Call up lord Stanley, bid bim bring his power :- Advance our standards, set upon our foes ; I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain,

Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint And thus my battle shall be ordered.

George,
Ky foreward shall be drawn out all in length, Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons !
Consisting equally of horse and foot ;

Upon them! Victory sits on our helms.
Our archers shall be placed in the midst :

[Ereunt. John duke of Norfolk, Thomas earl of Surrey, Shall have the leading of this foot and horse. SCENE IV.-Another part of the field. They thus directed, we ourself will follow In the main battle'; whose puissance on either Alarum : Excursions. Enter NORFOLK and side

Forces; to him CATESBY. Shall be well winged with our chiefest horse.

cute. Rescue, my lord of Norfolk, rescue, This, and Saint George to boot !-What think'st

rescue thou, Norfolk ?

The king enacts more wonders than a man, Nor. A good direction, warlike sovereign.

Daring an opposite to every danger ; This found I on my tent tbis morning.

His borse is slain, and all on foot he fights,

(Giving a scroll. K. Rich. Jocky of Norfolk, be not too bold, Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost !

Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death :

(reads. For Dickon thy master, is bought and Alarum. Enter King RICHARD. sold.

R. Rich. A horse ! a borse I my kingdom for A thing devised by the enemy.-.

a horse 1 Go, gentleinen, every man unto his charge :

Cate. Withdraw, my lord, I'll help you to a Let not our babbling dreams affright our

horse. souls ;

K. Rich. Slave, I have set my life upon a Conscience is but a word that cowards use,

cast, Devis'd at first to keep the strong in awe ; And I will stand the hazard of the die : Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our i think there he six Richmonds in the field ; law.

Five have I slain to day, instead of him :-
March on, join bravely, let us to't pell-mell;
Ir not to heaven, then hand in band to hell. -

A borse I a horse! my kingdoin for a horse;

(Exeunt. What shall I say more than I have inferr'd ? Remember whoni you are to cope withal ;

Alarums. Enter King RICHARD and RICHA sort I of vagaboods, rascals, and run-aways, MOND: and ereunt fighting. Retreat, and 4 scum of Bretagnes, and base lackey pea. flourish. Then enter RICHMOND, STANLEY,

sants, Whorn their o'er-cloyed country vomits forth

bearing the crown, with divers other Lords,

and Forces. To desperate ventures and assur'd destruction, You sleeping safe, they bring you to unrest ; Richm. God and your arms be prais'd, victoYou having lands, and bless'd with beauteous

rious friends; wives,

The day is ours, tbe bloody dog is dead. They would restrain the one, distain the other. Stan. Courageous Richmond, well bast thou And who doth lead them, but a paltry fellow,

acquit thee! Long kept in Bretagne at our mother's cost ? Lo, here, this long-usurped royalty, A milk-sop, one that never in his life

From the dead temples of this bloody wretch Felt so much cold as over shoes in snow ? Have ! pluck'l off, to grace thy brows witbal; Let's whip these stragglers o'er the seas Wear it, enjoy it, and make much of it. again ;

Richm. Great God of heaven, say, Amen, to Lash hence these over-weening rage of France, *bese famish'd beggars, weary of their lives; But tell me first, is young George Stanley liv. ho, but for dreaming on this fond exploit,

ing? or want of means, poor rats, had hang'd them. Stan. He is, my lord, and safe in Leicester selves :

town: We be conquer'd, let men conquer us,

Wbither, if it please you, we may now withAnd not these bastard Bretagues; wbom our

draw us. fathers

Rich.n. What men of name are slain on Have in their own land beaten, bobb'd, and

either side 1 thump'd,

Slan. John duke of Norfolk, Walter lord And, on record, left them the beirs of shame.

Ferrers, Ebali these enjoy our lands ? lie with our Sir Robert Brakenbury, and Sir Willian Bran wives 1

don. Havish our daughters 1--Hark, I hear tbeir drun. Richm. Intet their bodies as becomes their

(Drum afar off.

births.

Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers Bed,
• Made it splendid.

That in submission will return to us ;
The ancient familiarization of Richard
1 Company.

• Fright the skies with the shivers of your leben

all :

And then, as we have ta'eu the sacrament, And let their beirs, (God, If thy will be so,)
We will unite the white rose with the red :- Enrich the time to come with smooth-fac'd
Smile heaven upon this fair conjunction,

peace,
Tbat long hath frown'd upon their enmity I- With smiling plenty, and fair

prosperous Wbat traitor bears me, and says not,-Amen?

days! England hath long been mad, and scarr'd ber. Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord, self;

That would reduce these bloody days again, The brother blindly sbed the brother's blood, And make poor England weep in streams of The father rasbly slaughter'd his own son,

blood ! The son, compellid, been butcher to the sire ; Let them not live to taste this land's increase, All this divided York aud Lancaster,

That would with treason wound this fair land's Divided, in their dire division.

peace ! Oh ! now let Richmond and Elizabeth,

Now civil wounds are stopp'd, peace lives again ; The true succeeders of each royal house, That she may long live here, God say-Amen. By God's fair ordinance conjoia together

(Exourt.

KING HENRY VIII.

LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE. THIS historical play was probably written in the year 1601. It comprises a period of twelve years, com

mencing in the 12th of Henry's reign, (1521) and terminating with the baptism of Elizabeth, 1533. It has always been an easy medium for the display of pageantry and splendouri couscquently a great favourite with the generality of audiences. Its most powerfully drawn characters are the Queen and the Cardinal. The dying moments of the former (Act IV. Sc. 2.) are pourtrayed with a miogled majesty and pathos, scarcely ever equalled by any other poet (Dr. Johnson numbers it, indeed, amongst "the greatest efforts of tra. gedy :”) and the exquisite soliloquy of the latter, at the time of his degradation, would evince ibs saperiority of Shakspeare's genius, had he never written another line. It is a fine philosophical picture o! fallen ambition, brought to reflectiou by a merited reverss of fortune : the assimilation of buman great. Bed to the vegetation of a fruit tree, wieh thc puerility of venturing upon " a sea of troubles," for burden. some and perishable acquisitions, affords a charming specimen of imaginative colouring and didactic morality. You this is one of the parts which, according to the Doctor, “ may be easily couceived, and easily Writou." Perhaps Shakspeare found it otherwise.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

KINO HENRY THE EIGHTH.

Doctor BUTTS, Physician to the King
CARDINAL WOLSEY-CARDINAL CAMPBIUS. GARTER, King at Arms.
CAPUCICS, Ambassador from the Emperor, SURVEYOR to the Duke of Buckingham.
Charles V.

BRANDON, and a Sergeant at Arns.
CRANMER, Archbishop of Canterbury. DOOR-KEEPER of the Council-Chamber.
DUKE OF NORFOLK.-DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM. PORTER, and his Man.
DUKE OF SUFFOLK.-EARL OF SURREY. PAGE to Gardiner.-A CRIER.
LORD CHAMBERLAIN.- LORD CHANCELLOR.
GARDINER, Bishop of Winchester.

QUEEN KATHARINE, Wife to King Henry;
BISHOP OF LINCOLN. LORD ABERGAVENNY. afterwards divorced.
LORD SANDS.

ANNË BULLEN, her Maid of Honour ; after. SIR HENRY GUILDFORD.-SIR THOMAS

wards Queen. VELL.

AN OLD LADY, Friend to Anne Bullen. SIR ANTHONY DENNY.-SiR NICHOLAS Vaux. PATIENCE, Woman to Queen Katharine. SECRETARIES to Wolsey. CROMWELL, Servant to Wolsey.

Several Lords and Ladies in the Dumb Shou's; GRIFFITA, Gentleman-Usher to Queen Ka- Women attending upon the Queen; Spirits, tharine.

which appear to her ; Scribes, oscers, THRES OTHER GENTLEMEN.

Guards, and other Altendants.
SCENE-chieny in London and Westeninster ; once, at Kimbolton.

LO

we

PROLOGUE.

Will be deceiv'd : for, gentle hearers, know,

To rank our chosen truth with such a show I COME no more to make you laugh ; things as foot and fight is, beside forfeiting now,

Our own brains, and the opinion that That bear a weighty and a serious brow,

bring, Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe, (To make that only true we now intend, *) Such noble scenes as draw the eye to now, Will leave us never an understanding friend. We now present. Those that cau pity, here Therefore, for gooduess' sake, anu as you are May, if they think it well, let fall a tear ;

known The subject will deserve it. Such, as give The first and bappiest hearers of the town, Their money out of hope they may believe, Be sad, as we would make ye : Think, je May here find truth too. Those, ihat come to

see

The very persons of our noble story, Only a show or two, and so agree,

As they were living; think, you see them great, The play may pass ; if they be still, and willing, and follow'd with the general throng, and I'll undertake, nay see away their shilling

sweat, Richly in two short hours. Only they,

of thousand friends ; then, in a moment see That come to hear a merry, bawdy play, How soon this mightiness meets misery! A noise of targets; or to see a fellow

And, if you can be merry then, I'll exy, In a long motley coat, guarded with yellow, A man may weep upon his wedding day.

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