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SCEN. V.

[The Scene changeth to the Earl of Richmond's Quarters.]
Enter Earl of Richmond, Earl of Oxford, Lord Chandew, and Officers, &c.
Richmond.
My Lords, the World must now be taught by you
What a good Cause, and a good Sword can do.
When Valour leagu'd with Justice goes to fight,
Both Heaven, and Earth their Forces then unite:
Such Union can no more resisted be,
Then Men can save themselves from Destinie.
The odds of number on the Tyrant's side
Are but the Signs, which shew his Fear, and Pride.
They are the fairer Mark: Usurpers must
In multitude of Guards repose their trust.
But, whilst with numbers they their Camp o'recharge,
They but our Fame, and Booty more enlarge.

Oxford.
When we engage with such a guilty Foe,
Heaven's Justice adds more weight to every blow.
We only to their swift Destruction move,
Who are condemn'd already from above.

Chandew.
The Plains of Redmore seem to be the place,
Where our Just Valour must the Guilty face.
Where Conquest will a noble Harvest yield,
And turn to Groves of Laurel Bosworth Field.

Oxford.
'Tis true we deal with a destructive Foe,
(The neerest of his Blood have found him so)
But his pernicious Hands more practis'd are
In private Murther, then in open War.

Chandew.
Each common Souldier makes the cause his own,
As if none were concern'd but he alone.
But 'tis not strange to see the Souldier fir'd
To such a Height, when by your Flame inspir'd.

Richmond.
My Lords, I to your courteous praise agree;
They may be high, because you heighten'd me.
The Priour of Litchfield, Sir, is lighted here,
Enter Souldier.
And humbly craves the favour of your Ear.

Oxford.
'Tis he you sent for, Sir; whose Name is high
For Learning, Pious Life, and Prophecy.

Richmond.
Those Leaders most shall prosper, who advise
With Heaven e're they begin their Enterprise.

[Exeunt Oxford, and Chandew.