Act V. Scene
II.
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.
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