| ACT V. | |
| SCENE V. Another part of the Field. | |
| [Alarums. Enter, from opposite sides, KING RICHARD and RICHMOND; and exeunt fighting. Retreat and flourish. Then re-enter |
| RICHMOND, with STANLEY bearing the crown, and divers other Lords and Forces.] |
| RICHMOND. | |
| God and your arms be prais'd, victorious friends; |
| The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead. |
| STANLEY. | |
| Courageous Richmond, well hast thou acquit thee! |
| Lo, here, this long-usurped royalty |
| From the dead temples of this bloody wretch |
| Have I pluck'd off, to grace thy brows withal. |
| Wear it, enjoy it, and make much of it. |
| RICHMOND. | |
| Great God of heaven, say Amen to all!-- |
| But, tell me is young George Stanley living? |
| STANLEY. | |
| He is, my lord, and safe in Leicester town, |
| Whither, if it please you, we may now withdraw us. |
| RICHMOND. | |
| What men of name are slain on either side? |
| STANLEY. | |
| John Duke of Norfolk, Walter Lord Ferrers, |
| Sir Robert Brakenbury, and Sir William Brandon. |
| RICHMOND. | |
| Inter their bodies as becomes 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 have frown'd upon their emnity! |
| 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 rashly slaughter'd his own son, |
| The son, compell'd, been butcher to the sire: |
| 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,--God, if thy will be so,-- |
| Enrich the time to come with smooth'd-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 increase |
| That would with treason wound this fair land's peace! |
| Now civil wounds are stopp'd, peace lives again: |
| That she may long live here, God say Amen! |
| [Exeunt.] |