A milk-fop, one that never in his life And not those bastard Britons, whom our fathers Shall these enjoy our lands? lye with our wives? What fays lord Stanley, will he bring his Power? K. Rich. A thousand hearts are great within my bofom Advance our standards, fet upon our foes; Our ancient word of courage, fair St. George, Richmond was not fubfifted abroad at the Nation's publick Charge. He fled with the Earl of Pembroke into Bretagne in King Edward IVth's Reign: And many Artifices were tried both by that King first, and King Richard afterwards, to get him deliver'd up by the French King and Duke of Bretagny. But he happily escap'd all the Snares laid for him. During the greateft part of his Refidence abroad, he was watch'd and reftrain'd almoft like a Captive; and subfifted by Supplies convey'd from the Countess of Richmond, his Mother. It seems probable there. 'fore, that we must read: Long kept in Bretagne at his Mother's Goft. Upon Upon them! victory fits on our helms. Alarum. Excurfions. Enter Catesby. [Exeunt. Catef. Refcue, my lord of Norfolk, rescue, rescue: His horfe is flain, and all on foot he fights, Alarum. Enter King Richard. K. Rich. A horse! a horse! my Kingdom for a horfe! I think, there be fix Richmonds in the field; A horse! a horse! my Kingdom for a horfe! [Exeunt. Retreat and Flourish. Enter Richmond, Stanley 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. Stan. Couragious Richmond, well haft thou acquit thee: Lo, here thefe long-ufurped royalties, From the dead temples of this bloody wretch, Rickm. Great God of heaven, fay, Amen, to all! Richm. Interr their bodies as becomes their births. Proclaim a pardon to the foldiers fled, That That in fubmiffion will return to us. O now let Richmond and Elizabeth, THE |