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Richard III

Act 5, Scene 2

The camp near Tamworth.
 
[Enter RICHMOND, OXFORD, BLUNT, HERBERT, and others, with drum and colors]
 
RICHMOND
       ,             ,               ,   ,         ,
      Fellows | in arms,| and my / most lo|ving friends
         ,            ,           ,        ,     ,
      Bruised un|derneath | the yoke | of ty|ranny,
            ,       ,        ,       ,         ,
      Thus^far | into | the bo|wels of | the land,
            ,            ,        ,       ,     ,
      Have^we | marched^on | without | impe|diment;
            ,        ,      ,     2       ,         ,
5     And here | receive | we from our | father | Stanley
        ,          ,   ,                 ,       ,
      Lines of | fair com/fort and | encour|agement:
            ,          ,       ,      ,         ,
      The wret|ched, bloo|dy, and | usur|ping boar,
               ,            ,         ,           ,         ,
      (That spoiled | your sum|mer fields | and fruit|ful vines)
         T     .    T    T            ,          ,            ,
      Swills your warm blood | like wash,| and makes | his trough
           ,      ,         ,                ,    ,
10    In your | embow|elled bo|soms: this / foul swine
          ,    ,        2     ,       ,          ,
      Is now | even | in the cen|ter of | this isle,
        ,             ,         ,          ,        ,
      Near to | the town | of Leice|ster, as | we learn:
            ,         ,       2    ,     T    T     T
      From Tam|worth thi|ther, is but | one day's march.
       .   T     T    T       ,       ,          ,
      In God's name cheer|ly on,| coura|geous friends,
           ,         ,        ,       ,   2    ,
15    To reap | the har|vest of | perpe|tual peace,
                 ,    ,      ,            ,    ,
      By this / one bloo|dy tri|al of / sharp war.
 
OXFORD
       ,        ,    ,                   ,        ,
      Every | man's con/science is | a thou|sand men,
           ,         ,            ,      ,     ,
      To fight | against | that guil|ty ho|micide.
 
HERBERT
          ,      ,               ,             ,        ,
      I doubt | not but | his friends | will turn | to us.
 
BLUNT
           ,          ,            ,           ,            ,
20    He hath | no friends,| but what | are friends | for fear,
        ,              ,         ,          ,          ,
      Which in | his grea|test need | will fly | from him.
 
RICHMOND
       ,     2       ,          ,         T     T    T
      All for our | vantage,| then in | God's name march,
        T    T   .   T           ,            ,          ,
      True hope is swift,| and flies | with swal|low's wings,
        T    .   T     T         ,        ,          ,
      Kings it makes gods,| and mea|ner crea|tures kings.
 
[Exeunt]

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