Glost. My soul and body on the action, both! [They fight-RICHARD fulls. Glost. Perdition catch thy arm!—the chance is thine! But, oh! the vast renown thou hast acquir'd, [Dies. Enter OXFORD, LORD STANLEY, and SOLDIERS, with KING RICHARD'S Crown. Rich. Oh, welcome, friends! my noble father, welcome! Heav'n and our arms be prais'd, the day is ours! Stanley. Victorious Richmond, well thou hast acquitted thee! And see, the just reward that Heav'n has sent thee: Among the glorious spoils of Bosworth field, We've found the crown, which now in right is thine: "Tis doubly thine, by conquest and by choice. Long live Henry the Seventh, King of England! [Trumpets. Rich. Next to just Heav'n, my noble countrymen, I owe my thanks to you, whose love I'm proud of; And ruling well shall speak my gratitude. But now, my lords, what friends of us are missing? Pray, tell me, is young George Stanley living? Stanley. He is, my liege, and safe in Leicester town, Whither, if you please, we may withdraw us.' Enter OFFICer. Offi. My lord, the queen, and fair Elizabeth, Rich. Ay, there indeed my toil's rewarded! The true successors of each royal house, THE END.. LONDON: PRINTED BY THOMAS DAVISON, WHITEFRIARS. |