Richard III Translation Act 5, Scene 2
Enter RICHMOND, OXFORD, BLUNT, HERBERT, and others, with drum and colors
Fellows in arms, and my most loving friends, Bruised underneath the yoke of tyranny, Have we marched on without impediment, Thus far into the bowels of the land And here receive we from our father Stanley Lines of fair comfort and encouragement. The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar, That spoiled your summer fields and fruitful vines, Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his trough In your embowelled bosoms— this foul swine Is now even in the center 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, To reap the harvest of perpetual peace By this one bloody trial of sharp war.
Fellow soldiers and loving friends, all who have suffered under the burden of Richard's tyranny—we have marched this far without obstacles, all the way to the center of England. And here we receive news of encouragement and comfort from my stepfather Stanley. He says this: the wretched, violent, and usurping boar, that ruined your fields and vineyards; drinks your warm blood like water; and uses your disemboweled stomachs as his feeding trough—this foul swine is right now in the center of the country, near the town of Leicester. It's only a day's march from Tamworth, where we are now. In God's name, let's continue with cheerful spirits, my courageous friends, to reap the harvest of eternal peace from this one bloody trial of war.
Every man’s conscience is a thousand men,To fight against this guilty homicide.
Every man's clean conscience is like a thousand swords to fight against this guilty murderer.
I doubt not but his friends will turn to us.
I don't doubt that his friends will turn on him and join us.
He hath no friends but who are friends for fear.Which in his dearest need will fly from him.
He has no friends except for those who are too afraid to leave him. But they'll abandon him in his time of greatest need.
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.
All to our advantage. Then, in God's name, let's march. True hope is swift, and flies as fast as a swallow. Hope makes kings into gods, and lesser men into kings.