3834Rich. A Horse, a Horse, my Kingdome for a Horse.

3835Cates. Withdraw my Lord, Ile helpe you to a Horse

3836Rich. Slaue, I haue set my life vpon a cast,

3837And I will stand the hazard of the Dye:

3838I thinke there be sixe Richmonds in the field,

3839Fiue haue I slaine to day, in stead of him.

3840A Horse, a Horse, my Kingdome for a Horse.

3845Richm. God, and your Armes

3846Be prais'd Victorious Friends;

3847The day is ours, the bloudy Dogge is dead.

3848Der. Couragious Richmond,

3849Well hast thou acquit thee: Loe,

3850Heere these long vsurped Royalties,

3851From the dead Temples of this bloudy Wretch,

3852Haue I pluck'd off, to grace thy Browes withall.

3853Weare it, and make much of it.

3854Richm. Great God of Heauen, say Amen to all.

3855But tell me, is yong George Stanley liuing?

3856Der. He is my Lord, and safe in Leicester Towne,

3857Whither (if you please) we may withdraw vs.

3858Richm. What men of name are slaine on either side?

3859Der. Iohn Duke of Norfolke, Walter Lord Ferris,

3860Sir Robert Brokenbury, and Sir William Brandon.

3861Richm. Interre their Bodies, as become their Births,

3862Proclaime a pardon to the Soldiers fled,

3863That in submission will returne to vs,

3864And then as we haue tane the Sacrament,

3865We will vnite the White Rose, and the Red.

3866Smile Heauen vpon this faire Coniunction,

3867That long haue frown'd vpon their Enmity:

3868What Traitor heares me, and sayes not Amen?

3869England hath long beene mad, and scarr'd her selfe;

3870The Brother blindely shed the Brothers blood;

3871The Father, rashly slaughtered his owne Sonne;

3872The Sonne compell'd, beene Butcher to the Sire;

3873All this diuided Yorke and Lancaster,

3874Diuided, in their dire Diuision.

3875O now, let Richmond and Elizabeth,

3876The true Succeeders of each Royall House,

3877By Gods faire ordinance, conioyne together :

3878And let thy Heires (God if thy will be so)

3879Enrich the time to come, with Smooth-fac'd Peace,

3880With smiling Plenty, and faire Prosperous dayes.

3881Abate the edge of Traitors, Gracious Lord,

3882That would reduce these bloudy dayes againe,

3883And make poore England weepe in Streames of Blood;

3884Let them not liue to taste this Lands increase,

3885That would with Treason, wound this faire Lands peace.

3886Now Ciuill wounds are stopp'd, Peace liues agen;

3887That she may long liue heere, God say, Amen. Exeunt