England hath long beene mad

“Interre their Bodies, as become their Births,

Proclaime a pardon to the Soldiers fled,

That in submission will returne to vs,

And then as we haue tane the Sacrament,

We will vnite the White Rose, and the Red.

Smile Heauen vpon this faire Coniunction,

That long haue frown'd vpon their Enmity:

What Traitor heares me, and sayes not Amen?

England hath long beene mad, and scarr'd her selfe;

The Brother blindely shed the Brothers blood;

The Father, rashly slaughtered his owne Sonne;

The Sonne compell'd, beene Butcher to the Sire;

All this diuided Yorke and Lancaster,

Diuided, in their dire Diuision.

O now, let Richmond and Elizabeth, 

The true Succeeders of each Royall House,

By Gods faire ordinance, conioyne together:

And let thy Heires (God if thy will be so)

Enrich the time to come, with Smooth-fac'd Peace,

With smiling Plenty, and faire Prosperous dayes.

Abate the edge of Traitors, Gracious Lord,

That would reduce these bloudy dayes againe,

And make poore England weepe in Streames of Blood;

Let them not liue to taste this Lands increase,

That would with Treason, wound this faire Lands peace.

Now Ciuill wounds are stopp'd, Peace liues agen;

That she may long liue heere, God say, Amen. 

Exeunt

“The Tragedy of Richard the Third: with the Landing of Earle Richmond, and the Battell at Bosworth Field."