Richard III by William Shakespeare

Act 5 - Scene 2

The camp near Tamworth.

Richmond (Henry VII) : Fellows in arms, and my most loving friends, [p]Bruised underneath the
yoke of tyranny, [p]Thus far into the bowels of the land [p]Have we
march'd on without impediment; [p]And here receive we from our father
Stanley [p]Lines of fair comfort and encouragement. [p]The wretched,
bloody, and usurping boar, [p]That spoil'd your summer fields and
fruitful vines, [p]Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his
trough [p]In your embowell'd bosoms, this foul swine [p]Lies now even
in the centre of this isle, [p]Near to the town of Leicester, as we
learn [p]From Tamworth thither is but one day's march. [p]In God's
name, cheerly on, courageous friends, [p]To reap the harvest of
perpetual peace [p]By this one bloody trial of sharp war.

Sir Walter Herbert : I doubt not but his friends will fly to us.

Blunt : He hath no friends but who are friends for fear. [p]Which in his
greatest need will shrink from him.

Richmond (Henry VII) : All for our vantage. Then, in God's name, march: [p]True hope is
swift, and flies with swallow's wings: [p]Kings it makes gods, and
meaner creatures kings.

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