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My lord, the enemy is past the marsh!
After the battle let George Stanley die.
KING RICHARD
A thousand hearts are great within my bosom.
Advance, our standards! Set upon our foes!
Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George, [350]
Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons!
Upon them! Victory sits on our helms.
Exeunt.
Scene IV IT
Alarum. Excursions. Enter [Norfolk and Soldiers; then at the other door]
Catesby.
CAT ESBY
Rescue! My lord of Norfolk, rescue, rescue!
The King enacts more wonders than a man,
Daring an opposite to every danger.
His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights,
Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death. [5]
Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost!
[Exeunt Norfolk and soldiers.]
Alarums. Enter King Richard.
KING RICHARD
A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!
CAT ESBY
Withdraw, my lord; I’ll help you to a horse.
KING RICHARD
Slave! I have set my life upon a cast,
And I will stand the hazard of the die. [10]
I think there be six Richmonds in the field:
Five have I slain today instead of him.
A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!
[Exeunt.]
