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• The Tragedy of King Richard the Third: Dramatis PersonÆ.
• Act I.
• Scene I.—: London. a Street.
• Scene II.—: London. Another Street.
• Scene III.—: London. a Room In the Palace.
• Scene IV.—: The Same. the Tower.
• Act II.
• Scene I.—: London. a Room In the Palace.
• Scene II.—: The Same. a Room In the Palace.
• Scene III.—: The Same. a Street.
• Scene IV.—: The Same. a Room In the Palace.
• Act III.
• Scene I.—: The Same. a Street.
• Scene II.—: The Same. Beforelord Hastings’ House.
• Scene III.—: Pomfret. Before the Castle.
• Scene IV.—: London. the Tower.
• Scene V.—: London. the Tower Walls.
• Scene VI.—: The Same. a Street.
• Scene VII.—: The Same. the Court of Baynard’s Castle.
• Act IV.
• Scene I.—: London. Before the Tower.
• Scene II.—: The Same. a Room of State In the Palace.
• Scene III.—: The Same.
• Scene IV.—: The Same. Before the Palace.
• Scene V.—: The Same. a Room Inlord Stanley’shouse.
• Act V.
• Scene I.—: Salisbury. an Open Place.
• Scene II.—: A Plain Near Tamworth.
• Scene III.—: Bosworth Field.
• Scene IV.—: Another Part of the Field.

Scene II.—

A Plain near Tamworth.

Enter with drum and colours,Richmond, Oxford, Sir James Blunt, Sir Walter Herbert,and Others, with Forces, marching.

Richm.

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.

Oxf.

Every man’s conscience is a thousand men,

To fight against this guilty homicide.

Herb.

I doubt not but his friends will turn to us.

Blunt.

He hath no friends but what are friends for fear,

Which in his dearest need will fly from him.

Richm.

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.

[Exeunt.