Cat.
Rescue, my lord of Norfolk, rescue, rescue!
The king enacts more wonders than a man,
Daring, and opposite ^note14Q0903 to every danger;
His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights,
Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death:
Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost! Enter Richard.

Ric.
A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!

Cat.
Withdraw, my lord, I'll help you to a horse.

Ric.
Slave, I have set my life upon a cast,
And I will stand the hazard of the dye:
I think, there be six Richmonds in the field;
Five have I slain to-day, instead of him:—
A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! [Exeunt, fighting. Other long Alarums: afterwards, a Retreat.

Shouts; and Enter Richmond victorious, his Sword bloody; Stanley, with Richard's Crown in his Hand; other Lords, and Forces.

Hen.
God, and your arms ^note, be prais'd, victorious friends;
The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead.

Sta.
Courageous Richmond, well hast thou acquit thee!
Lo, here, this ^note long-usurped royalty ^note
From the dead temples of this bloody wretch
Have I pluck'd off, to grace thy brows withal;
Wear it, enjoy it ^note, and make much of it. [sets it upon his Head. Shouts.

Hen.
Great God of heaven, say amen to all!—
But, tell me, is your son George ^note Stanley living?

Sta.
He is, my lord, and safe in Leicester town;
Whither, if it please you ^note, we may now ^note withdraw us.

Hen.
What men of name are slain on either side?

Sta. ^note
John duke of Norfolk, Walter lord Ferrers,
Sir Robert Brakenbury, and sir William Brandon. [reading out of a Note.

Hen.
Interr their bodies as becomes ^note their births.
Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fled,
That in submission will return to us;
And then, as we have ta'en the sacrament,
We will unite the white rose and the red:—
Smile heaven upon this fair conjunction,
That long hath ^note frown'd upon their enmity!—
What traitor hears me, and says not—amen?
England hath long been mad, and scarr'd herself;
The brother blindly shed the brother's blood,
The father madly slaughter'd his own son,
The son ^note compell'd been butcher to the fire:
All this divided York and Lancaster

Divided, in their dire division.—
O, now, let Richmond and Elizabeth,
The true succeeders of each royal house,
By God's fair ordinance conjoin together!
And let their heirs ^note (God, if thy will ^note be so)
Enrich the time to come with smooth-fac'd peace,
With smiling plenty, and fair prosperous days!
Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord,
That would reduce these bloody days again,
And make poor England weep in streams of blood!
Let them not live to taste this land's encrease,
That would with treason wound this fair land's peace!
Now civil wounds are stop'd, peace lives again;
That she may long live here, God say—Amen! Flourish. Exeunt.

HENRY VIII.

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