| ACT V SCENE V | Another part of the field. | |
| | Alarum. Enter KING RICHARD III and RICHMOND; theyfight. KING RICHARD III is slain. Retreat andflourish. Re-enter RICHMOND, DERBY bearing thecrown, with divers other Lords | |
| RICHMOND | God and your arms be praised, victorious friends, | |
| | The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead. | |
| DERBY | Courageous Richmond, well hast thou acquit thee. | |
| | Lo, here, this long-usurped royalty | 5 |
| | From the dead temples of this bloody wretch | |
| | Have I pluck'd off, to grace thy brows withal: | |
| | Wear it, enjoy it, and make much of it. | |
| RICHMOND | Great God of heaven, say Amen to all! | |
| | But, tell me, is young George Stanley living? | 10 |
| DERBY | He is, my lord, and safe in Leicester town; | |
| | Whither, if it please you, we may now withdraw us. | |
| RICHMOND | What men of name are slain on either side? | |
| DERBY | John Duke of Norfolk, Walter Lord Ferrers, | |
| | Sir Robert Brakenbury, and Sir William Brandon. | 15 |
| RICHMOND | Inter their bodies as becomes their births: | |
| | Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fled | |
| | That in submission will return to us: | |
| | And then, as we have ta'en the sacrament, | |
| | We will unite the white rose and the red: | 20 |
| | Smile heaven upon this fair conjunction, | |
| | That long have frown'd upon their enmity! | |
| | What traitor hears me, and says not amen? | |
| | England hath long been mad, and scarr'd herself; | |
| | The brother blindly shed the brother's blood, | 25 |
| | The father rashly slaughter'd his own son, | |
| | The son, compell'd, been butcher to the sire: | |
| | All this divided York and Lancaster, | |
| | Divided in their dire division, | |
| | O, now, let Richmond and Elizabeth, | 30 |
| | The true succeeders of each royal house, | |
| | By God's fair ordinance conjoin together! | |
| | And let their heirs, God, if thy will be so. | |
| | Enrich the time to come with smooth-faced peace, | |
| | With smiling plenty and fair prosperous days! | 35 |
| | Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord, | |
| | That would reduce these bloody days again, | |
| | And make poor England weep in streams of blood! | |
| | Let them not live to taste this land's increase | |
| | That would with treason wound this fair land's peace! | 40 |
| | Now civil wounds are stopp'd, peace lives again: | |
| | That she may long live here, God say amen! | |
| | Exeunt | |
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