3706God, and our good cause, fight vpon our side,

3707The Prayers of holy Saints and wronged soules,

3708Like high rear'd Bulwarkes, stand before our Faces,

3709( Richard except) those whom we fight against,

3710Had rather haue vs win, then him they follow.

3711For, what is he they follow? Truly Gentlemen,

3712A bloudy Tyrant, and a Homicide:

3713One rais'd in blood, and one in blood establish'd;

3714One that made meanes to come by what he hath,

3715And slaughter'd those that were the meanes to help him:

3716A base foule Stone, made precious by the soyle

3717Of Englands Chaire, where he is falsely set:

3718One that hath euer beene Gods Enemy.

3719Then if you fight against Gods Enemy,

3720God will in iustice ward you as his Soldiers.

3721If you do sweare to put a Tyrant downe,

3722You sleepe in peace, the Tyrant being slaine:

3723If you do fight against your Countries Foes,

3724Your Countries Fat shall pay your paines the hyre.

3725If you do fight in safegard of your wiues,

3726Your wiues shall welcome home the Conquerors.

3727If you do free your Children from the Sword,

3728Your Childrens Children quits it in your Age.

3729Then in the name of God and all these rights,

3730Aduance your Standards, draw your willing Swords.

3731For me, the ransome of my bold attempt,

3732Shall be this cold Corpes on the earth's cold face.

3733But if I thriue, the gaine of my attempt,

3734The least of you shall share his part thereof.

3735Sound Drummes and Trumpets boldly, and cheerefully,

3736God, and Saint George, Richmond, and Victory.

3738K. What said Northumberland as touching Richmond?

3739Rat. That he was neuer trained vp in Armes.

3740King. He said the truth: and what said Surrey then?

3741Rat. He smil'd and said, the better for our purpose.

3742King. He was in the right, and so indeed it is.

3743Tell the clocke there. Clocke strikes.

3744Giue me a Kalender: Who saw the Sunne to day?

3745Rat. N t I my Lord.

3746King. Then he disdaines to shine: for by the Booke

3747He should haue brau'd the East an houre ago,

3748A blacke day will it be to somebody. Ratcliffe.

3749Rat. My Lord.

3750King. The Sun will not be seene to day,

3751The sky doth frowne, and lowre vpon our Army.

3752I would these dewy teares were from the ground.

3753Not shine to day? Why, what is that to me

3754More then to Richmond? For the selfe-same Heauen

3755That frownes on me, lookes sadly vpon him.

3757Nor. Arme, arme, my Lord: the foe vaunts in the field.

3758King. Come, bustle, bustle. Caparison my horse.

3759Call vp Lord Stanley, bid him bring his power,

3760I will leade forth my Soldiers to the plaine,

3761And thus my Battell shal be ordred.

3762My Foreward shall be drawne in length,

3763Consisting equally of Horse and Foot:

3764Our Archers shall be placed in the mid'st;

3765Iohn Duke of Norfolke, Thomas Earle of Surrey,

3766Shall haue the leading of the Foot and Horse.

3767They thus directed, we will fllow

3768In the maine Battell, whose puissance on either side

3769Shall be well-winged with our cheefest Horse:

3770This, and Saint George to boote.

3771What think'st thou Norfolke.

3772Nor. A good direction warlike Soueraigne,

3773This found I on my Tent this Morning.

3776 King. A thing deuised by the Enemy.

3777Go Gentlemen, euery man to his Charge,

3778Let not our babling Dreames affright our soules:

3779For Conscience is a word that Cowards vse,

3780Deuis'd at first to keepe the strong in awe,

3781Our strong armes be our Conscience, Swords our Law.

3782March on, ioyne brauely, let vs too't pell mell,

3783If not to heauen, then hand in hand to Hell.

3784What shall I say more then I haue inferr'd?

3785Remember whom you are to cope withall,

3786A sort of Vagabonds, Rascals, and Run-awayes,

3787A scum of Brittaines, and base Lackey Pezants,

3788Whom their o're-cloyed Country vomits forth

3789To desperate Aduentures, and assur'd Destruction.

3790You sleeping safe, they bring you to vnrest:

3791You hauing Lands, and blest with beauteous wiues,

3792They would restraine the one, distaine the other,

3793And who doth leade them, but a paltry Fellow?

3794Long kept in Britaine at our Mothers cost,

3795A Milke-sop, one that neuer in his life

3796Felt so much cold, as ouer shooes in Snow:

3797Let's whip these straglers o're the Seas againe,

3798Lash hence these ouer-weening Ragges of France,

3799These famish'd Beggers, weary of their liues,

3800Who (but for dreaming on this fond exploit)

3801For want of meanes (poore Rats) had hang'd themselues.

3802If we be conquered, let men conquer vs,

3803And not these bastard Britaines, whom our Fathers

3804Haue in their owne Land beaten, bobb'd, and thump'd,

3805And on Record, left them the heires of shame.

3806Shall these enioy our Lands? lye with our Wiues?

3807Rauish our daughters? Drum afarre off

3808Hearke, I heare their Drumme,

3809Right Gentlemen of England, fight boldly yeomen,

3810Draw Archers draw your Arrowes to the head,

3811Spurre your proud Horses hard, and ride in blood,

3812Amaze the welkin with your broken staues.

3814What sayes Lord Stanley, will he bring his power?

3815Mes. My Lord, he doth deny to come.

3816King. Off with his sonne Georges head.

3817Nor. My Lord, the Enemy is past the Marsh:

3818After the battaile, let George Stanley dye.

3819King. A thousand hearts are great within my bosom.

3820Aduance our Standards, set vpon our Foes,

3821Our Ancient word of Courage, faire S. George

3822Inspire vs with the spleene of fiery Dragons:

3823Vpon them, Victorie sits on our helpes.

3825Cat. Rescue my Lord of Norfolke,

3826Rescue, Rescue:

3827The King enacts more wonders then a man,

3828Daring an opposite to euery danger:

3829His horse is slaine, and all on foot he fights,

3830Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death:

3831Rescue faire Lord, or else the day is lost.