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K. Rit, is, my lor link and papent to have.

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,

die ; Nor cheer of mind 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!

(TO RICAMOND K. Rich, Bid my guard watch ; leave me. Harry, that prophesy'd thou should'st be king. About the mid of night, come to any 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 RATCLIFF and

The Ghost of CLARENCE rises.
CATESBY.

Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to.
morrow !

[To King RICHARD. RicRYOND's Tent opens, and discovers him, II. that was wash'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

die 1 afford,

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

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

The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee; Stan. 1, by attorney, bless thee from thy Good angels guard thy battle! Live, and mother,

flourish! Who prays continually for Richmond's good : So much for that. The silent hours steal on, The Ghosts of Rivers, Grer, and VAUGHAN, And flaky darkness breaks within tbe east.

rise. in brief, for so the season bid; 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 of bloody strokes, and mortal-staring war.

die I, 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 cbock of arms:

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

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

| Let fall thy lance ! Despair, and die ! Be 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

TO RICHMOND. And ample interchange of sweet discourse,

Will conquer him ; - awake, and win the Which 60 long sunder'd friends should dwell

day! upon ; Qod 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

(70 King RICHARD. ment;

and in a bloody battle end iby days? I'll strive will troubled thoughts, to take a

Think on lord Hastings; and despair and nap;

die ! Lest leaden 'slumber peise + me down to-mor.

Quiet untroubled soul, awake, awake !

(TO RICHMOND. row, When I should mount with wings or victory: Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's 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 beavy fall Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard, The usurping helmets of our adversaries ?

And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and Make us thy ministers of cbastisement,

death! That we may praise thee in thy victory!

Thy nephews' couls 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 fourish. 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 tby sleep with perturbations ; At Tewksbury : Despair therefore, and die! | 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 behall :

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

Mo RicUMOND

Dream of success and bappy victory; The Guost of King HENRY the sixth rises.

Thy adversary's wise doth pray for thee. Ghost. When I was mortal, my anointed body (To King RICHARD.

The Guost of BUCKINGHAM rises.

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

Weigh.
the crown ;

(70 King RICHARD

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Richm. Cry

Hesh. God,

side ;holy saluts, and and before

The last was I that felt thy tyranny ;

Richm. 'Cry mercy, lords, and watchful gen. Oh ! in the battle tbiuk on Buckingbam,

tlemen, And die in terror of thy guiltiness!

That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard here. Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and Lords. How have 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,

(TO RICHMOND. Have I since your departure had, my lords. But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay'd : Methoright, their souls, whose bodies Richard God and good angels fight on Richmond's

murder'd, side ;

Came to my tent, and cried-On! victory I And Richard falls in beight of all his 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 auother horse,-bind up Lords. Upon the stroke of four. my wounds,

Richm. Why, then 'tis line to arm, and give Have mercy, Jesu --Soft ; I did but dream.

direction.O coward conscience, how dost thou aflict

[He advances to the troops. mel

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? myszlf ? there's none else by :

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

Like high-rear'd bulwarks, stand before our Is there a murderer here? No 1-Yes ; I am :

faces; Then fly, -What, from myself? Great reason : Richard except, those whom we fight against Why s

Had rather have us win, than bim they follow. Lest I revenge, What? Myself on myself? For wbat is he they follows truly, gentlemen, I love myseli. Wherefore ? for any good,

A bloody tyrant, and a homicide ; That I myself have done unto myself 1

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 he I am a villain ; Yet I lie, I am not.

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

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 figbt against God's enemy, Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree ; God will, in justice, ward + you as bis solAll several sins, all us'd in each degree;

diers ; Throng to the bar, crying all,-Guilty ! guilty! If 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, no soul will pity me :

Your country's fat shall pay your pains tbe Nay, wherefore should they ? since that I

bire; self

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

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

querors ; der'd

If you do free your cbildren from the sword, Came to my tent: and every one did threat Your children's children quit t 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 Rat. My lord,-

swords. K. Rich, Who's there?

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

Shall be this cold corpse on the earth's cold village cock

face; 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

The least of you sball share his part thereof.

Sound, drums and trumpets, boldly and cheer. mour. K. Rich. O Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fearful cod.

fully :

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

[Exeunt, all true ?

| Re-enter King RICHARD, RATCLIFF, attenRat. No doubt, my lord.

dants, and Forces. K. Rich. Ratcliff, I fear, I fear, Rat. Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of sba-1

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 armis. pight

K. Rich. He said the trutb : 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 by shallow Richmond.

K. Rich. He was i'the right; and so, indeed, It is not yet near day. Come, go with me;

it is.

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

Tell the clock there.--Give me a calendar. To hear, if any mean to sbrink from me.

Who saw the sun to-day ? Exeunt King RICHARD, and RATCLIFF:

Rat. Not I, my lord.

* Rich. Then he disdains to shine. for br RICHMOND wakes. Enter OXFORD and

the book, others.

• Throne.

Guard. Lords. Good morrow, Richmond.

• Requitt.

Ile should have bravd. the east an liour ago : Fight, gentlemen of England i ngbt, 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 in 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, What 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 blm. K. Rich, of instantly with his son George's

bead. 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. Corne, bustle, bustle ;-Caparlson K. Rich. A thousand hearts are grcat 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,
My 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 : Ercursions. Enter NORFOLK and side

Forces ; to him CATESBY. Sball 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 ? Nor. A good direction, warlike sovereign.

The king enacts more wonders than a man,

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

His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights, (Giving a scroll.

Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death : K. Rich. Jocky of Norfolk, be not too bold, Rescu

Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost!

(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 ! Go, gentleinen, every man unto his charge :

Cate. Withdraw, my lord, I'll help you to a Let not our babbling dreams aftright 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 dic: Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our think there be 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;

A borse ! a horse ! my kingdomn for a horse : If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell. What shall I say more than I have inferr'd ?

(Exeunt. Remember whom you are to cope withal ;

Alarums. Enter King RICHARD and RichA sort I of vagabonds, rascals, and run-aways,

MOND; and ereunt fighting Retreat, and & scum of Bretagnes, and base lackey pea

flourish. Then enter RicHMOND, STANLEY, sants,

bearing the crown, with divers other Lords, Wborn their o'er-cloyed country vomits forth

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

rious friends; wives,

The day is ours, lbe bloody dog is dead. They would restrain the one, distain the other. Stan. Courageous Ricbmond, well hast 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 I pluck' 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 bence these over-weening rags of France,

all :"bese famish'd beggars, weary of their lives; But tell me first, is young George Stanley liv. nho, but for dreaining on this fond exploit,

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

town; we be conquer'd, let rnen conquer us, Wbither, if it please you, we may now withAnd not these bastard Bretagnes ; wbom our

draw us. fathers

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

either side? thump'a,

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

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

don. Kavish our daughters 8--Hark, I hear their drum. Richm. Intet their bodies as becomes their

[Drum afar off | births.

Proclain a pardon to the soldiers Red,

That in submission will return to us ;
Made it splendid.
1 The ancient familiarizatiou of Richard
Company.

• Fright the skies with he shivers of your ICDCLA

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And then, as we have ta'en the sacrament.

And let their heirs, (God, If thy will be so,) We will unite the white rose with the red : Enrich the time to come with smooth-fac'a Smile heaven upon this fair conjunction,

peace, Tbat joug hath frown'd upon their enmity - With smiling plenty, and fair prosperous Wbat traitor bears me, and says not,- Anen

days! England bath 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 bis own son,

blood The son, compell’d, bech butcher to the sire ; Let tbem 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 gucceeders of each royal house,

That she may long live here, God say-Ameu. By God's fair ordinance conjoin together

(Exown

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 iu the 12th of Henry's reiga, (1521) and terminating with the baptism of Elizabetb, 1533. It has always been au casy medium for the display of pageantry and splendour | 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 mingled majesty and pathos, scarce. ly ever equalled by any other poet (Dr. Johnson numbers it, indeed, amongst "the greatest efforts of tra. Kedy :") and the exquisite soliloquy of the latter, at the time of his degradation, would evince ths superiority of Shakspeare's genius, had he never written another line. It is a fine philosophical picture o! fallen ambition, brought to reflection by a merited reverss of fortune : the assimilation of human great. bess to the vegetation of a fruit tree, wi•h the puerility of venturing upon " a sea of troubles," for burden. some and perishable acquisitions, affords a charming specimen of imaginative colouring and didactic morality. Yet this is one of the parts which, according to the Doctor, “ may be easily conceived, and easily WriMe." Perhaps Shakspeare found it otherwise.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

KING HENRY THE EIGHTH.

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

BRANDON, and a Sergeant at Arris.
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 LO- wards Queen VELI.

| 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, Oncers, TARES OTHER GENTLEMEN.

Guards, and other Altendants.

SCENE-chiefly in London and Westeninster ; once, at Kimbolton.

PROLOGUE.

1 Will be deceiv'd : for, gentle hearers, kuow,

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 we That bear a weighty and a serious brow,

bring, Sad, bigb, and working, full of state and woe, (To make that only true we now intend, ) Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow, Will leave us never an understanding friend. We now present. 'Those that cau pity, here Therefore, for goodness' 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 happiest 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. 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, Aud follow'd with the general throng, and I'll undertake, niay see away their shilling

sweat, Richly in two short hours. Only they,

of thousand friends; then, in a moment see Tbat 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'llery,
In a long motley coat, guarded with yellow, A man may weep upon his wedding day.

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