• Enter RICHMOND, OXFORD, BLUNT, HERBERT, and others, with drum and colors

    RICHMOND

    Fellows in arms, and my most loving friends,
    Bruised underneath the yoke of tyranny,
    Have we marched on without impediment,
    Thus far into the bowels of the land
    5And here receive we from our father Stanley
    Lines of fair comfort and encouragement.
    The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar,
    That spoiled your summer fields and fruitful vines,
    Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his trough
    10In your embowelled bosoms—this foul swine
    Is now even in the center 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,
    15To reap the harvest of perpetual peace
    By this one bloody trial of sharp war.

    OXFORD

    Every man’s conscience is a thousand men,
    To fight against this guilty homicide.

    HERBERT

    I doubt not but his friends will turn to us.

    BLUNT

    20He hath no friends but who are friends for fear.
    Which in his dearest need will fly from him.

    RICHMOND

    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
  • RICHMOND, OXFORD, BLUNT, HERBERT, and others enter with drummers and flag bearers.

    RICHMOND

    Fellow soldiers and my loyal friends suffering under that tyrant Richard, we have marched all the way to the center of England without encountering any opposition. And now we receive encouraging news from my stepfather Stanley: Richard—that violent, greedy boar who roots through your summer fields and ripening vines, guzzles your warm blood, and makes his trough in your disemboweled bellies—is now near the town of Leicester, only one day’s march from us here in Tamworth. In God’s name, let’s continue on in high spirits, my courageous friends. Our aim is to achieve everlasting peace from this one violent war.

    Tamworth

    Tamworth is in central England.

    OXFORD

    Every man’s conscience is a thousand swords against this murderer.

    HERBERT

    I suspect his friends will join us.

    BLUNT

    He has no friends except those who are too afraid to defy him. In his greatest need, even they will desert him.

    RICHMOND

    All to our advantage. So, in God’s name, let’s march. Hope with good cause is swift; it flies as fast as a swallow. It turns kings into gods and men of lower rank into kings.
    They all exit.