These famish'd Beggars, weary of their Lives, And not thofe Baftard-Britains, whom our Fathers Hark, I hear their Drum, What fays Lord Stanley, will he bring his Power? K. Rich. A thoufand Hearts are great within my Bofom. Advance our Standard, fet upon our Foes, Our ancient word of Courage, fair St. George, [Exeunt. The King enacts more Wonders than a Man, Alarums. Enter King Richard. K. Rich. A Horfe, a Hoife, my Kingdom for a Horfe. And I will ftand the hazard of the Die: Alarum. Alarum. Enter King Richard and Richmond, they fight, Richard is flain. Retreat, and Flourish. Enter Richmond, Derby bearing the Crown, with divers other Lords. Richm. God and your Arms be prais'd, Victorious Friends; The Day is ours, the bloody Dog is dead Derby. Couragious Richmond, well haft thou acquit thee: Lo, here thefe long ufurped Royalties, From the dead Temples of this bloody Wretch, Richm. Great God of Heaven, fay Amen to all. Derby. He is, my Lord, and fafe in Leicester Town; Whither, if you please, we may withdraw us. Richm. What Men of Note are flain on either Side? That in Submiffion will return to us: N 2 That That would reduce thefe bloody Days again, [Exeunt. |