Act V, Scene 2
The camp near Tamworth.
- Enter Richmond, Oxford, Sir James Blunt, Sir
- Walter Herbert, and others, with Drum and
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- Fellows in arms, and my most loving friends,
- Bruis’d underneath the yoke of tyranny,
- Thus far into the bowels of the land
- Have we march’d on without impediment;
- And here receive we from our father Stanley
- Lines of fair comfort and encouragement.
- The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar,
- That spoil’d your summer fields and fruitful vines,
- Swills your warm blood like wash and makes his trough
- In your embowell’d 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,
- To reap the harvest of perpetual peace
- By this one bloody trial of sharp war.
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- Every man’s conscience is a thousand men,
- To fight against this guilty homicide.
- I doubt not but his friends will turn to us.
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- He hath no friends but what are friends for fear,
- Which in his dearest need will fly from him.
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- 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 omnes.