<SPEECH 1><ACT 5><SCENE 2><87%>
<RICHMOND>	<87%>
	Fellows in arms, and my most loving friends,
	Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny,
	Thus far into the bowels of the land
	Have we march'd on without impediment:
	And here receive we from our father Stanley
	Lines of fair comfort and encouragement.
	The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar,
	That spoil'd your summer fields and fruitful vines,
	Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his trough
	In your embowell'd bosoms, this foul swine
	Is now even in the centre of this isle,
	Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn:
	From Tamworth thither is but one day's march.
	In God's name, cheerly on, courageous friends,
	To reap the harvest of perpetual peace
	By this one bloody trial of sharp war.
</RICHMOND>

<SPEECH 2><ACT 5><SCENE 2><88%>
<RICHMOND>	<88%>
	All for our vantage: then, in God's name, march:
	True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings;
	Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.
</RICHMOND>

<SPEECH 3><ACT 5><SCENE 3><89%>
<RICHMOND>	<89%>
	The weary sun hath made a golden set,
	And, by the bright track of his fiery car,
	Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.
	Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my standard.
	Give me some ink and paper in my tent:
	I'll 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.
	The Earl of Pembroke keeps his regiment:
	Good Captain Blunt, bear my good-night 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;
	Where is Lord Stanley quarter'd, do you know?
</RICHMOND>

<SPEECH 4><ACT 5><SCENE 3><89%>
<RICHMOND>	<89%>
	If without peril it be possible,
	Good Captain Blunt, bear my good-night to him,
	And give him from me this most needful note.
</RICHMOND>

<SPEECH 5><ACT 5><SCENE 3><89%>
<RICHMOND>	<89%>
	Good-night, good Captain Blunt. Come, gentlemen,
	Let us consult upon to-morrow's business;
	In to my tent, the air is raw and cold.
<STAGE DIR>
<They withdraw into the tent.>
</STAGE DIR>

</RICHMOND>

<SPEECH 6><ACT 5><SCENE 3><90%>
<RICHMOND>	<90%>
	All comfort that the dark night can afford
	Be to thy person, noble father-in-law!
	Tell me, how fares our loving mother?
</RICHMOND>

<SPEECH 7><ACT 5><SCENE 3><91%>
<RICHMOND>	<91%>
	Good lords, conduct him to his regiment.
	I'll strive, with troubled thoughts, to take a nap,
	Lest leaden slumber peise me down to-morrow,
	When I should mount with wings of victory.
	Once more, good-night, kind lords and gentlemen.
<STAGE DIR>
<Exeunt all but Richmond.>
</STAGE DIR>
	O! thou, whose captain I account myself,
	Look on my forces with a gracious eye;
	Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath,
	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 thy victory!
	To thee I do commend my watchful soul,
	Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes:
	Sleeping and waking, O! defend me still!
<STAGE DIR>
<Sleeps.>
</STAGE DIR>

</RICHMOND>

<SPEECH 8><ACT 5><SCENE 3><95%>
<RICHMOND>	<95%>
	Cry mercy, lords, and watchful gentlemen,
	That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard here.
</RICHMOND>

<SPEECH 9><ACT 5><SCENE 3><95%>
<RICHMOND>	<95%>
	The sweetest sleep, the fairest-boding dreams
	That ever enter'd in a drowsy head,
	Have I since your departure had, my lords.
	Methought their souls, whose bodies Richard murder'd,
	Came to my tent and cried on victory:
	I promise you, my heart is very jocund
	In the remembrance of so fair a dream.
	How far into the morning is it, lords?
</RICHMOND>

<SPEECH 10><ACT 5><SCENE 3><95%>
<RICHMOND>	<95%>
	Why, then 'tis time to arm and give direction.
	His oration to his Soldiers.
	More than I have said, loving countrymen,
	The leisure and enforcement of the time
	Forbids to dwell on: yet remember this,
	God and our good cause fight upon our side;
	The prayers of holy saints and wronged souls,
	Like high-rear'd 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,
	A bloody tyrant and a homicide;
	One rais'd in blood, and one in blood establish'd;
	One that made means to come by what he hath,
	And slaughter'd those that were the means to help him;
	A base foul stone, made precious by the foil
	Of England's chair, where he is falsely set;
	One that hath ever been God's enemy.
	Then, if you fight against God's enemy,
	God will in justice, ward you as his soldiers;
	If you do sweat to put a tyrant down,
	You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain;
	If you do fight against your country's foes,
	Your country's fat shall pay your pains the hire;
	If you do fight in safeguard of your wives,
	Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors;
	If you do free your children from the sword,
	Your children's children quit 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
	Shall be this cold corse on the earth's cold face;
	But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt
	The least of your shall share his part thereof.
	Sound drums and trumpets, boldly and cheerfully;
	God and Saint George! Richmond and victory!
<STAGE DIR>
<Exeunt.>
</STAGE DIR>

</RICHMOND>

<SPEECH 11><ACT 5><SCENE 4><98%>
<RICHMOND>	<99%>
	God and your arms be prais'd, victorious friends;
	The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead.
</RICHMOND>

<SPEECH 12><ACT 5><SCENE 4><99%>
<RICHMOND>	<99%>
	Great God of heaven, say amen to all!
	But, tell me, is young George Stanley living?
</RICHMOND>

<SPEECH 13><ACT 5><SCENE 4><99%>
<RICHMOND>	<99%>
	What men of name are slain on either side?
</RICHMOND>

<SPEECH 14><ACT 5><SCENE 4><99%>
<RICHMOND>	<99%>
	Inter their bodies as becomes their births:
	Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fied
	That in submission will return to us;
	And then, as we have ta'en the sacrament,
	We will unite the white rose and the red:
	Smile, heaven, upon this fair conjunction,
	That long hath frown'd upon their enmity!
	What traitor hears me, and says not amen?
	England hath long been mad, and scarr'd herself;
	The brother blindly shed the brother's blood,
	The father rashly slaughter'd his own son,
	The son, compell'd, been butcher to the sire:
	All this divided York and Lancaster,
	Divided in their dire division,
	O! now, let Richmond and Elizabeth,
	The true succeeders of each royal house,
	By God's fair ordinance conjoin together;
	And let their heirs—God, if thy will be so,—
	Enrich the time to come with smooth-fac'd peace,
	With smiling plenty, and fair prosperous days!
	Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord,
	That would reduce these bloody days again,
	And make poor England weep in streams of blood!
	Let them not live to taste this land's increase,
	That would with treason wound this fair land's peace!
	Now civil wounds are stopp'd, peace lives again:
	That she may long live here, God say amen!
</RICHMOND>

