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SCEN. X.

Enter L. Stanly.
L. Stanly.
The Field does want you, Sir; The Souldiers call
With loud Impatience for their General.
In this days Booty they the Crown have found;
And all cry out, that Richmond must be crown'd.

Richmond.
My Lord, they should their duty better know;
For common Hands must not the Crown bestow.

L. Stanly.
High swelling Torrents you as soon may swage,
As stop the Current of their Loyal Rage.

Princess.
Come, Sir, these Mutineers I long to see;
For I must joyn in the Conspiracie.

Richmond.
He, Madam, who to you has rais'd his aim,
To more, then Crowns, and Scepters lays a Claim.

[Enter Sir William Stanly bringing the Crown, with Officers and Souldiers in a Military Pomp.]
Sir W. Stanly.
Behold the noblest Spoil of Bosworth Field!
This is the Fruit which now your Laurels yield.

Richmond.
To this great Trophy, Madam, you are born,
Which by a Royal Beauty must be worn.

Princess.
The Crown is yours, because in Battel found;
And, Sir, as Conquerour you must be crown'd.

Richmond.
By right of Conquest it belongs to you;
For you did first the Conquerour subdue.

Sir W. Stanly.
Madam, pray order my obedient hand,
Which waits to place it by your high Command.

Princess.
Come Sir; you must submit to this great Weight,
[The Princess, and Sir William Stanly put the Crown on the Earl of Richmond's Head.
The People cry, Long live King Henry the 7.
Impos'd by us and by the Hand of Fate.

King Henry 7th.
Since Madam I must yield to wear the Crown,
By this Submission I your Title owne.
I wear it, as a publick Mark to shew
My Power to these, my Fealty to you.

Sir W. Stanly.
To the Princess.]
Richard is slain, Richmond is crown'd: and now
I have perform'd the chiefest of my Vow.
I shall hereafter only Glory woo,
And all that Glory place in serving you.

Princess.
That your great Merit recompens'd may be,
I give you all, that's undispos'd of me:
This seems a Gift, but it does substance want;
All was convey'd by a preceding Grant.

Sir W. Stanly.
Madam, did not the fulness of your Joys
The weight of my afflictions counterpoise,
I should in all the Triumphs, which adorn
Our shining Conquest, be condemn'd to mourn.
My misery with others Joy begins,
Losing as much, as mighty Richmond wins.

Princess.
In Honour nobly gain'd the Generous mind
Does all the Charms of Love, and Empire find.

K. Hen. 7th.
Were I not safe both in my self, and Her,
Stanly, thy dang'rous merit I should fear;
Yet such a Rival no distrust can move,
Who did usurp my danger, not my Love.

Princess.
His Sister's merits too must be confest,
Whose Faith shin'd out, when I was most distrest.

[Enter Priour with his Companions.
Priour.
The Church with Hymns answers the Peoples voice:
Both Heaven and Earth at your success rejoice.
I have a Blessing from the Clergy brought,
Who pray'd with no less ardour than you fought.

K. Hen. 7.
We scarce have subject left for farther Prayer;
Our Wishes by our Joys exhausted are.
Nor will Heaven's Bounty in our Persons end;
On all our Race these Blessings shall descend.