| ACT V SCENE II | The camp near Tamworth. | |
| | Enter RICHMOND, OXFORD, BLUNT, HERBERT, and others, with drum and colours. | |
| RICHMOND | Fellows in arms, and my most loving friends, | |
| | Bruised underneath the yoke of tyranny, | |
| | Thus far into the bowels of the land | |
| | Have we march'd on without impediment; | 5 |
| | 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 | 10 |
| | In your embowell'd bosoms, this foul swine | |
| | Lies now even in the centre 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, | 15 |
| | To reap the harvest of perpetual peace | |
| | By this one bloody trial of sharp war. | |
| OXFORD | Every man's conscience is a thousand swords, | |
| | To fight against that bloody homicide. | |
| HERBERT | I doubt not but his friends will fly to us. | 20 |
| BLUNT | He hath no friends but who are friends for fear. | |
| | Which in his greatest need will shrink from him. | |
| RICHMOND | 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. | 25 |
| | Exeunt | |
