Shakespeare: The Animated Tales (1992) s01e02 Episode Script
The Tempest
'King Edward was sick.
'And so was his kingdom.
'Family hated family, brother hated brother.
'And none hated more venomously than Richard, Dulua of Gloucester - 'the world and his brother, the king.
' Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York.
But I that am deformed, unfinished Have no delight to pass away the time And therefore, sin I nnol prove a lover I am determined to prove a villain.
'A fierce ambition bumed in the dark heart of the king's hunchback brother.
'He would be king.
'But others of his own family still stood in his way.
' Brother, good day.
What means this armed guard? His Majesty hath appointed this conduct to convey me to the Tower.
Upon what use? A wizard told him that by G his issue disinherited should be; And, for my name of George begins with G It follows in his thought that I am he.
Brother, farewell; I will unto the king.
Your imprisonment shall not be long I will deliver you or else lie for you.
Go tread the path that thou shalt ne'er return.
I do love thee so that I will shortly send thy soul to heaven.
One step nearer.
'But now he needed a well-bom wife, 'and who better than the Lady Anne?' I'll many Walwick's youngest daughter.
What! Though I killed her husband and her father? Set down, set down your honourable load.
The readiest way to males the wench amends Is to become her husband and her father.
Poor hey-cold figure of a holy king! Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost To hear the lamentations of poor Anne Come, now, with your holy load.
Villains, set down the rse.
Foul devil, for God's sake hen, and trouble us not.
Sweet saint, for charity, be not so curs! Blush, blush, thou lump of foul deformity For 'tis thy presen that exhales this blood.
Lady, you know no rules of charity.
Villain, thou knowesl no law of God nor man Didst thou not kill this king? I grant ye.
The better for the King of Heaven that hath him.
And thou unfit for any place but hell.
Yes, one place else.
Some dungeon.
Your bed-chamber.
Out of my sight! Your beauty mas the use Your beauty that did haunt me in my sleep To undertake the death of all the world If thy revengeful heart nnol forgive Lo, here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword Nay, do not pause; for I did kill King Henry But 'twas thy beauty that provoked me Nay, now dispatch; 'twas I that stabb'd young Edward But 'twas thy heavenly fa that set me on Take up the sword again, or take up me.
I would I knew thy heart.
Vouchsafe to wear this ring.
To take is not to give.
Look how my ring enmpasselh thy finger Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart.
Was ever woman in this humour woo'd? Was ever woman in this humour won? I'll have her; but I will not keep her long.
'The King's sickness had deepened.
'The Queen was filled with dread.
'Should he die her sons, the little princes, were too young to rule.
'With their uncle, George Dulue of Claren, in the Tower 'Richard, the third brother, would be protector, 'and the hunchback hated her and all her family.
' He nnol live, I hope, and must not die Till George be pack'd with poslhorse up to heaven.
- In God's name, what art thou? - A man, as you are.
Who sent you hither? Wherefore do you me? To murder me? Wherein, my friends, have I offended you? - Offended us you have not, but the King.
- I will send you to my brother Gloucester Who shall reward you better for my life than Edward will for tidings of my death.
You are div'd: your brother Gloucester hates you.
'Tis he that sends us to destroy you here.
'Richard had murdered his brother only just in time.
'King Edward was dead.
'All that remained between the hunchback and the crown were the little princes.
'In despair, the Queen sent her own brothers to Ludlow 'to secure her two sons before it was too late.
'But Richard had a clever friend - the Dulce of Buckingham.
' My lord, whoever journeys to the Prince For God's sake, let not us two slay at home.
My dear cousin, I, as a child will go by thy direction Towards Ludlow then.
'The Queen's brothers were seized by Richard's men and put to death 'and Edward, Prince of Wales, brought to London.
' Ay, me, I see the min of our house! The tiger now hath seiz'd the gentle hind Come, me, my boy; we will to sanctuary.
Welcome, dear cousin.
The weary way hath made you melancholy.
No, uncle; but our crosses on the way have made it tedious I thought my mother and my brother York Would long ere this have met us on the way.
Welcome, my lord.
Will our mother come? The Queen your mother and your brother York have taken sanctuary.
Fie, what an indirect and peevish course is this of hers? Lord Cardinal, will your Grace persuade the Queen To send the Dulce of York unto his princely brother presently? God in heaven forbid we should infringe the sacred privilege Of blessed sanctuary! Oï¬ have I heard of sanctuary men But sanctuary children never till now.
Good lords, make all the speedy haste you may.
Say, uncle Gloucester, if our brother me Whom shall we sojourn until our coronation? If I may counsel you, some day or two Your Highness shall repose you at the Tower.
I do not like the Tower.
Now, in good time, here mes the Dulce of York.
Richard of York, how fares our loving brother? Well, my lords.
How fares our cousin, noble Lord of York? I thank you, gentle uncle.
My lord, will't please you pass along? Myself will to your mother to entreat of her to meet you at the Tower.
What, will you go unto the Tower, my lord? My lord protector needs will have it so.
I shall not sleep in quiet at the Tower.
Why, what should you fear? - My uncle Clarence' angry ghost - I fear no uncles dead.
Nor none that live, I hope.
With the two little prin mewed up in the Tower, 'Richard's way to the throne was clear.
But before he could proclaim himself king, 'he needed the assent of Lord Hastings, the Lord Chamberlain.
' What shall we do if we perceive Lord Hastings will not yield to our mplols? Chop off his head, man.
When I am King, claim thou of me the earldom of Hereford.
I'll claim that promise at your Grace's hand.
'In the middle of the night, Sir William Catesby, another friend of Richard's, 'was sent to rouse Lord Hastings from the bed he shared with pretty Mistress Shore 'and sound him out.
' What news, what news, in this our totfring state? It is a reeling world indeed, my lord And will never stand upright Till Richard wear the garland of the realm.
- Dost thou mean the crown? - Ay, my good lord.
I'll have this crown of mine cut from my shoulders Before I'll see the crown so foul misplaced.
God keep your lordship in that gracious mind.
'Lord Hastings was invited to dine in the Tower.
'Believing it mas to name the day of the crowning of little Prince Edward 'as England's rightful king, he went cheerfully.
'It would be a good dinner!' Now, noble peers, the use why we are met Is to determine of the coronation.
When is the royal day? Tomorrow is, Ijudge, a happy day.
Who knows the lord proleclofs mind herein? Your Grace should soonest know his mind.
Lord Hastings, you and he are near in love.
I thank his Grace, I know he loves me well But for his purpose in the coronation I have not sounded him.
But you, my honourable lords, may name the time And in the Dulca's behalf I'll give my voice.
My noble lords and cousins all, good morrow.
Had you not me upon your cue, my lord William, Lord Hastings had pronounced your part I mean, your voice for crowning of the king.
Than my lord Hastings no man might be bolder My lord of Ely, when I was last in Holbom I saw good strawberries in your garden there I do beseech you, send for some of them.
Marry and will, my lord, with all my heart.
Cousin of Buckingham, a word with you.
Hastings had opposed his coronation.
'Hastings must die.
' I pray you all, tell me what they deserve That do conspire my death with devilish plots Of damned witchcraft, and that have prevail'd Upon my body with their hellish charms? I say, my lord, they have deserved death.
Then be your eyes the witness of their evil! See howl am bewitchedl And this is Edward's wife, that monstrous witch Consorted with that harlot strumpet Shore That by their witchcraft thus have marked me.
If they have done this deed, my noble lord If? Thou protector of this damned stmmpet Talks! thou to me of ifs? Thou art a traitor Off with his head Now, by Saint Paul, I will not dine until I see the same.
om So dear I lov'd the man that I must weep.
Long live King Richard! England's worthy king! Long live King Richard! Long live King Richard! Long live King Richard! While Richard walked in glory 'three women stood before the Tower in wrelchedness and grief - 'Richard's unhappy wife, the Lady Anne; the Queen, mother of the two little princes 'and the mother of the hunchback himself, the Duchess of York.
' O my accursed womb, the bed of death! A coclullri hast thou halch'd to the world Whose unavoided eye is murderous.
He hates me; and will, no doubt, shortly be rid of me.
Pity, you ancient stones, those tender babes Rough cradle for such little pretty ones Use my babies well Shall we wear these glories for a day; or shall they last? For ever let them last.
Young Edward lives - think now what I would speak.
Say on.
my loving lord.
Cousin, thou wast not wont to be so dull.
Shall I be plain? I wish the bastards dead.
What says! thou now? Your Grace may do your pleasure.
Tut, tut, thou art all I Say, have I thy consent that they shall die? Give me some little breath, some pause, before I positively speak in this.
High-reaching Buckingham grows circumspect.
No more shall he be neighbour to my counsels.
Come hither, Catesby.
Rumour it abroad that Anne, my wife, is very grievous sick I say again, give out that Anne, my queen, is sick and like to die.
About il.
'To keep the crown he needed a beï¬er marriage.
'Once rid of Anne he would marry Elbeth sister of the two little princes.
' My lord, I have nsider'd in my mind the late request that you did sound me in.
Well, let that rest.
My lord, I claim the gift, my due by promise, the earldom of Hereford.
I am not in the giving vein to-day.
And is it thus? Repeys he my deep service with such contempt? Made I him King for this? O, let me think on Hastings, and be gone.
Dar'sl thou resolve to kill a friend of mine? Please you; but I had rather kill two enemies.
Why, then thou hast it.
Two deep enemies Tyrrel, I mean those bastards in the Tower.
I will dispatch it straight.
The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom And Anne my wife hath bid this world good night Now, for I know that Richmond aims at young Elbath, my brother's daughter And by that knot looks proudly on the crown To her go I, a jolly thriving wooer.
Good or bad news, thou m'sl in so bluntly? Bad news, my lord.
Ely is ï¬ed to Richmond.
Go, muster men.
We must be brief when traitors brave the field.
'The Earl of Richmond sailed back from exile to claim Elbelh and the crown.
' My lord, the army of great Buckingham is Out on you, owls! Nothing but songs of death? The nevus I have to tell Your Majesty Is that by sudden ï¬ood and fall of water Buckingham's army is dispers'd and scaltefd And he himself wander'd away alone.
I cry thee mercy.
There is my purse to cure that blow of thine.
My liege, the Dulue of Buckingham is taluen - that is the best news That the Earl of Richmond is with a mighty power landed at Milford is colder tidings, yet they must be told.
Away towards Salisbury! While we reason here a royal battle might be won and lost.
Tell me, thou villain slave, where are my children? Thou toad, thou toad, where is thy brother Clarence? Be patient and entreat me fair and brief, good mother; for I am in haste.
Art thou so hasly? I have staid for thee God knows, in torment and in agony And me I not at last to comfort you? Thou m'st on earth to males the earth my hell Therefore take with thee my most grievous curse.
Bloody thou art; bloody will be thy end Shame serves thy life and doth thy death attend.
'Though he was beset with troubles, the hunchback king did not forget his friends.
'He gave orders for the Dulue of Buckingham to be put to death.
'Now he was prepared for battle on Bosworth Field.
' Here will I lie to-night But where to-morrow? Well, all's one for that.
Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle Norfolk.
- I warrant you, my lord.
- Give me a bowl of wine I have not that alacrity of spirit Nor cheer of mind that I was wont to have Leave me.
Poor Clarence, by thy guile bertrey'd to death! To-morrow in the battle think on me.
Despair and die! In a bloody battle end thy days! Think on Lord Hastings.
Despair and die.
Dream on thy cousins smothered in the Tower.
Despair and die.
Richard, thy wife, that Matched Anne thy wife To-morrow at the battle think on me.
Despair and die.
The first was I that help'd thee to the crown The last was I that felt thy tyranny O, in the battle think of Buckingham And die in tenor of thy guiltinessl Soft! I did but dream.
What do I fear? Mysem Is there a murderer here? No-yes,lam Then ï¬y What, from myself? Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls Conscience is but a word that cowards use Devis'd at first to keep the strong in awe.
Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law.
The sun will not be seen to-day Not shine to-day.
Why, what is that to me More than to Richmond? Arm, arm, my lord; the foe vaunts in the field! Come, bustle, bustle; March on, join bravely, let us to it poll-mell if not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell.
A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse! Withdraw, my lordl I'll help you to a horse.
Slave,Ihaveselmylifeuponacasl And I will stand the hrd of the die I think there be six Richmonds in the field Five have I slain to-day instead of him.
England hath long been mad, and rr'd herself The brother blindly shed the brother's blood The father rashly slaughtered his own son The son, mpell'd, been butcher to the sire All this divided York and Lancaster O, now let Richmond and Elbelh The true succeeders of each royal house By God's fair ordinance conjoin together! Now civil wounds are slopp'd, pea lives again That she may long live here, God say Amen.
'And so was his kingdom.
'Family hated family, brother hated brother.
'And none hated more venomously than Richard, Dulua of Gloucester - 'the world and his brother, the king.
' Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York.
But I that am deformed, unfinished Have no delight to pass away the time And therefore, sin I nnol prove a lover I am determined to prove a villain.
'A fierce ambition bumed in the dark heart of the king's hunchback brother.
'He would be king.
'But others of his own family still stood in his way.
' Brother, good day.
What means this armed guard? His Majesty hath appointed this conduct to convey me to the Tower.
Upon what use? A wizard told him that by G his issue disinherited should be; And, for my name of George begins with G It follows in his thought that I am he.
Brother, farewell; I will unto the king.
Your imprisonment shall not be long I will deliver you or else lie for you.
Go tread the path that thou shalt ne'er return.
I do love thee so that I will shortly send thy soul to heaven.
One step nearer.
'But now he needed a well-bom wife, 'and who better than the Lady Anne?' I'll many Walwick's youngest daughter.
What! Though I killed her husband and her father? Set down, set down your honourable load.
The readiest way to males the wench amends Is to become her husband and her father.
Poor hey-cold figure of a holy king! Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost To hear the lamentations of poor Anne Come, now, with your holy load.
Villains, set down the rse.
Foul devil, for God's sake hen, and trouble us not.
Sweet saint, for charity, be not so curs! Blush, blush, thou lump of foul deformity For 'tis thy presen that exhales this blood.
Lady, you know no rules of charity.
Villain, thou knowesl no law of God nor man Didst thou not kill this king? I grant ye.
The better for the King of Heaven that hath him.
And thou unfit for any place but hell.
Yes, one place else.
Some dungeon.
Your bed-chamber.
Out of my sight! Your beauty mas the use Your beauty that did haunt me in my sleep To undertake the death of all the world If thy revengeful heart nnol forgive Lo, here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword Nay, do not pause; for I did kill King Henry But 'twas thy beauty that provoked me Nay, now dispatch; 'twas I that stabb'd young Edward But 'twas thy heavenly fa that set me on Take up the sword again, or take up me.
I would I knew thy heart.
Vouchsafe to wear this ring.
To take is not to give.
Look how my ring enmpasselh thy finger Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart.
Was ever woman in this humour woo'd? Was ever woman in this humour won? I'll have her; but I will not keep her long.
'The King's sickness had deepened.
'The Queen was filled with dread.
'Should he die her sons, the little princes, were too young to rule.
'With their uncle, George Dulue of Claren, in the Tower 'Richard, the third brother, would be protector, 'and the hunchback hated her and all her family.
' He nnol live, I hope, and must not die Till George be pack'd with poslhorse up to heaven.
- In God's name, what art thou? - A man, as you are.
Who sent you hither? Wherefore do you me? To murder me? Wherein, my friends, have I offended you? - Offended us you have not, but the King.
- I will send you to my brother Gloucester Who shall reward you better for my life than Edward will for tidings of my death.
You are div'd: your brother Gloucester hates you.
'Tis he that sends us to destroy you here.
'Richard had murdered his brother only just in time.
'King Edward was dead.
'All that remained between the hunchback and the crown were the little princes.
'In despair, the Queen sent her own brothers to Ludlow 'to secure her two sons before it was too late.
'But Richard had a clever friend - the Dulce of Buckingham.
' My lord, whoever journeys to the Prince For God's sake, let not us two slay at home.
My dear cousin, I, as a child will go by thy direction Towards Ludlow then.
'The Queen's brothers were seized by Richard's men and put to death 'and Edward, Prince of Wales, brought to London.
' Ay, me, I see the min of our house! The tiger now hath seiz'd the gentle hind Come, me, my boy; we will to sanctuary.
Welcome, dear cousin.
The weary way hath made you melancholy.
No, uncle; but our crosses on the way have made it tedious I thought my mother and my brother York Would long ere this have met us on the way.
Welcome, my lord.
Will our mother come? The Queen your mother and your brother York have taken sanctuary.
Fie, what an indirect and peevish course is this of hers? Lord Cardinal, will your Grace persuade the Queen To send the Dulce of York unto his princely brother presently? God in heaven forbid we should infringe the sacred privilege Of blessed sanctuary! Oï¬ have I heard of sanctuary men But sanctuary children never till now.
Good lords, make all the speedy haste you may.
Say, uncle Gloucester, if our brother me Whom shall we sojourn until our coronation? If I may counsel you, some day or two Your Highness shall repose you at the Tower.
I do not like the Tower.
Now, in good time, here mes the Dulce of York.
Richard of York, how fares our loving brother? Well, my lords.
How fares our cousin, noble Lord of York? I thank you, gentle uncle.
My lord, will't please you pass along? Myself will to your mother to entreat of her to meet you at the Tower.
What, will you go unto the Tower, my lord? My lord protector needs will have it so.
I shall not sleep in quiet at the Tower.
Why, what should you fear? - My uncle Clarence' angry ghost - I fear no uncles dead.
Nor none that live, I hope.
With the two little prin mewed up in the Tower, 'Richard's way to the throne was clear.
But before he could proclaim himself king, 'he needed the assent of Lord Hastings, the Lord Chamberlain.
' What shall we do if we perceive Lord Hastings will not yield to our mplols? Chop off his head, man.
When I am King, claim thou of me the earldom of Hereford.
I'll claim that promise at your Grace's hand.
'In the middle of the night, Sir William Catesby, another friend of Richard's, 'was sent to rouse Lord Hastings from the bed he shared with pretty Mistress Shore 'and sound him out.
' What news, what news, in this our totfring state? It is a reeling world indeed, my lord And will never stand upright Till Richard wear the garland of the realm.
- Dost thou mean the crown? - Ay, my good lord.
I'll have this crown of mine cut from my shoulders Before I'll see the crown so foul misplaced.
God keep your lordship in that gracious mind.
'Lord Hastings was invited to dine in the Tower.
'Believing it mas to name the day of the crowning of little Prince Edward 'as England's rightful king, he went cheerfully.
'It would be a good dinner!' Now, noble peers, the use why we are met Is to determine of the coronation.
When is the royal day? Tomorrow is, Ijudge, a happy day.
Who knows the lord proleclofs mind herein? Your Grace should soonest know his mind.
Lord Hastings, you and he are near in love.
I thank his Grace, I know he loves me well But for his purpose in the coronation I have not sounded him.
But you, my honourable lords, may name the time And in the Dulca's behalf I'll give my voice.
My noble lords and cousins all, good morrow.
Had you not me upon your cue, my lord William, Lord Hastings had pronounced your part I mean, your voice for crowning of the king.
Than my lord Hastings no man might be bolder My lord of Ely, when I was last in Holbom I saw good strawberries in your garden there I do beseech you, send for some of them.
Marry and will, my lord, with all my heart.
Cousin of Buckingham, a word with you.
Hastings had opposed his coronation.
'Hastings must die.
' I pray you all, tell me what they deserve That do conspire my death with devilish plots Of damned witchcraft, and that have prevail'd Upon my body with their hellish charms? I say, my lord, they have deserved death.
Then be your eyes the witness of their evil! See howl am bewitchedl And this is Edward's wife, that monstrous witch Consorted with that harlot strumpet Shore That by their witchcraft thus have marked me.
If they have done this deed, my noble lord If? Thou protector of this damned stmmpet Talks! thou to me of ifs? Thou art a traitor Off with his head Now, by Saint Paul, I will not dine until I see the same.
om So dear I lov'd the man that I must weep.
Long live King Richard! England's worthy king! Long live King Richard! Long live King Richard! Long live King Richard! While Richard walked in glory 'three women stood before the Tower in wrelchedness and grief - 'Richard's unhappy wife, the Lady Anne; the Queen, mother of the two little princes 'and the mother of the hunchback himself, the Duchess of York.
' O my accursed womb, the bed of death! A coclullri hast thou halch'd to the world Whose unavoided eye is murderous.
He hates me; and will, no doubt, shortly be rid of me.
Pity, you ancient stones, those tender babes Rough cradle for such little pretty ones Use my babies well Shall we wear these glories for a day; or shall they last? For ever let them last.
Young Edward lives - think now what I would speak.
Say on.
my loving lord.
Cousin, thou wast not wont to be so dull.
Shall I be plain? I wish the bastards dead.
What says! thou now? Your Grace may do your pleasure.
Tut, tut, thou art all I Say, have I thy consent that they shall die? Give me some little breath, some pause, before I positively speak in this.
High-reaching Buckingham grows circumspect.
No more shall he be neighbour to my counsels.
Come hither, Catesby.
Rumour it abroad that Anne, my wife, is very grievous sick I say again, give out that Anne, my queen, is sick and like to die.
About il.
'To keep the crown he needed a beï¬er marriage.
'Once rid of Anne he would marry Elbeth sister of the two little princes.
' My lord, I have nsider'd in my mind the late request that you did sound me in.
Well, let that rest.
My lord, I claim the gift, my due by promise, the earldom of Hereford.
I am not in the giving vein to-day.
And is it thus? Repeys he my deep service with such contempt? Made I him King for this? O, let me think on Hastings, and be gone.
Dar'sl thou resolve to kill a friend of mine? Please you; but I had rather kill two enemies.
Why, then thou hast it.
Two deep enemies Tyrrel, I mean those bastards in the Tower.
I will dispatch it straight.
The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom And Anne my wife hath bid this world good night Now, for I know that Richmond aims at young Elbath, my brother's daughter And by that knot looks proudly on the crown To her go I, a jolly thriving wooer.
Good or bad news, thou m'sl in so bluntly? Bad news, my lord.
Ely is ï¬ed to Richmond.
Go, muster men.
We must be brief when traitors brave the field.
'The Earl of Richmond sailed back from exile to claim Elbelh and the crown.
' My lord, the army of great Buckingham is Out on you, owls! Nothing but songs of death? The nevus I have to tell Your Majesty Is that by sudden ï¬ood and fall of water Buckingham's army is dispers'd and scaltefd And he himself wander'd away alone.
I cry thee mercy.
There is my purse to cure that blow of thine.
My liege, the Dulue of Buckingham is taluen - that is the best news That the Earl of Richmond is with a mighty power landed at Milford is colder tidings, yet they must be told.
Away towards Salisbury! While we reason here a royal battle might be won and lost.
Tell me, thou villain slave, where are my children? Thou toad, thou toad, where is thy brother Clarence? Be patient and entreat me fair and brief, good mother; for I am in haste.
Art thou so hasly? I have staid for thee God knows, in torment and in agony And me I not at last to comfort you? Thou m'st on earth to males the earth my hell Therefore take with thee my most grievous curse.
Bloody thou art; bloody will be thy end Shame serves thy life and doth thy death attend.
'Though he was beset with troubles, the hunchback king did not forget his friends.
'He gave orders for the Dulue of Buckingham to be put to death.
'Now he was prepared for battle on Bosworth Field.
' Here will I lie to-night But where to-morrow? Well, all's one for that.
Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle Norfolk.
- I warrant you, my lord.
- Give me a bowl of wine I have not that alacrity of spirit Nor cheer of mind that I was wont to have Leave me.
Poor Clarence, by thy guile bertrey'd to death! To-morrow in the battle think on me.
Despair and die! In a bloody battle end thy days! Think on Lord Hastings.
Despair and die.
Dream on thy cousins smothered in the Tower.
Despair and die.
Richard, thy wife, that Matched Anne thy wife To-morrow at the battle think on me.
Despair and die.
The first was I that help'd thee to the crown The last was I that felt thy tyranny O, in the battle think of Buckingham And die in tenor of thy guiltinessl Soft! I did but dream.
What do I fear? Mysem Is there a murderer here? No-yes,lam Then ï¬y What, from myself? Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls Conscience is but a word that cowards use Devis'd at first to keep the strong in awe.
Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law.
The sun will not be seen to-day Not shine to-day.
Why, what is that to me More than to Richmond? Arm, arm, my lord; the foe vaunts in the field! Come, bustle, bustle; March on, join bravely, let us to it poll-mell if not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell.
A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse! Withdraw, my lordl I'll help you to a horse.
Slave,Ihaveselmylifeuponacasl And I will stand the hrd of the die I think there be six Richmonds in the field Five have I slain to-day instead of him.
England hath long been mad, and rr'd herself The brother blindly shed the brother's blood The father rashly slaughtered his own son The son, mpell'd, been butcher to the sire All this divided York and Lancaster O, now let Richmond and Elbelh The true succeeders of each royal house By God's fair ordinance conjoin together! Now civil wounds are slopp'd, pea lives again That she may long live here, God say Amen.