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Glost. My soul and body on the action, both !
[They fight--RICHARD falls. Glost. Perdition catch thy arm !-the chance is
thine! But, oh! the vast renown thou hast acquir’d, In cong’ring Richard, dost afflict him more Than even his body's parting with its soul. Now, let the world no longer be a stage, To feed contention in a lingering act; But let one spirit of the first-born Cain, Reign in all bosoms; that each heart being set On bloody actions, the rude scene may end, And darkness be the burier of the dead. [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 ! See there, my lords, stern Richard is no more ! Stanley. Victorious Richmond, well thou hast ac
quitted 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 ruliny 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.
Offi. My lord, the queen, and fair Elizabeth,
Rich. Ay, there indeed my toil's rewarded!