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let him revoke the proclamations,

clear us of all supposed crimes of treason,

reveal where our good brother Gloucester keeps,

and grant that these pernicious flatterers

may by the law be tried, to quit themselves

of all such heinous crimes alleged against them,

and we will lay down our weapons at thy feet.

King's Men

presumptuous traitors!

Lord's Men traitors!

King

again we double it: rebellious traitors!

traitors to heaven and us. draw all your swords

and fling defiance to those traitorous lords.

King's Men

let our drums thunder and begin the fight.

Lord's Men

just heaven protect us and defend the right.

Exeunt [severally]

Act V, Scene 4: Open Country]

Alarum. Enter Green. Cheyney meets [him] armed.

Cheyney

stand, traitor! for thou canst not escape my sword.

Green

what villain fronts me with the name of traitor?

was it thou, false Cheyney? now by King Richard's love

I will tilt thy soul out for that base reproach.

I would thy master and the late protector

with both his treacherous brothers, Gaunt and York,

were all opposed, with thee, to try these arms:

I would seal it on all your hearts. Alarum

Cheyney

this shall suffice

to free the Kingdom from thy villainies.

They fight. [then] enter Arundel Arundel

thou huntest a noble game, right warlike Cheyney:

cut but this ulcer off, thou healest the Kingdom.

yield thee, false traitor, most detested man

that settest King Richard against his reverent uncles

to shed the royal blood and make the realm

weep for their timeless desolation.

cast down thy weapons, for by this my sword

we will bear thee from this place, alive or dead.

Green

come both then. I will stand firm and dare your

worst. he that flies from it, be his soul accursed!

[They fight and Greene is slain]

Arundel

so may the foes of England fall in blood.

most desolate traitor! up with his body, Cheyney,

and hale it to the tent of Lancaster.

[Enter Kin]g, Bagot, Bushy, Scroope and Soldiers Cheyney

stand firm, my lord. here is rescue.

Arundel

courage, then!

we will bear his body hence in spite of them.

They fight. To them enter Lancaster, York, and Surrey, and beat themn away.

[Exeunt fighting, all but the King]

King

oh, princely youth, King Richard's dearest friend!

what heavy star this day had dominance

to cut off all thy flowering youthful hopes?

prosper, proud rebels! as you dealt by him

hard-hearted uncles, unrelenting churls,

that here have murdered all my earthly joys!

oh my dear Greene, wert thou alive to see

how I will revenge thy timeless tragedy

on all their heads that did but lift a hand

to hurt this body, that I held so dear

even by this kiss and by my crown I swear--

Alarum. Enter Bagot, Bushy, and Scroope to the King.

Bagot

away, my lord! stand not to wail his death.

the field is lost; our soldiers shrink and fly:

Lapoole is taken prisoner by the lords.

hie to the tower. there is no help in swords.

Scroope

still to continue war were childishness.

their odds a mountain, ours a molehill is.

Bushy

let us fly to London, and make strong the tower.

loud proclamations post throughout the camp

with promise of reward to all that take us.

get safety for our lives, my princely lord.

if here we stay, we shall be all betrayed.

King

oh, my dear friends, the fearful wrath of heaven

sits heavy on our heads for Woodstock's death.

blood cries for blood; and that almighty hand

permits not murder unrevenged to stand.

come, come, we yet may hide ourselves from worldly

strength,

but heaven will find us out, and strike at length.

each lend a hand to bear this load of woe

that erst King Richard loved and tendered so.

Exeunt [bearing the body of Greene]

Act V, Scene 5: Open Country]

Enter Tresilian disguised, and Nimble Tresilian

where art thou, Nimble?

Nimble

as light as a feather, my lord. I have put off my

shoes, that I might run lustily. the battle is lost

and they are all prisoners. what shall we do, my lord?

yonder is a ditch. we may run along that and never be

seen, I warrant ye.