We will unite the white rose and the red.
Smile Heaven upon this fair conjunction
That long hath frowned upon their enmity!—
What traitor hears me, and says not Amen?
England hath long been mad and scarred herself;
The brother blindly shed the brother’s blood,
The father rashly slaughtered his own son,
The son, compell’d, been butcher to the sire:
All this divided York and Lancaster,
Divided in their dire division.
O now let Richmond and Elizabeth,
The true successors of each royal House,
By God’s fair ordinance conjoin together!
And let their heirs—God, if Thy will be so—
Enrich the time to come with smooth-faced peace,
With smiling plenty, and fair prosperous days!
William Shakespeare,
Richard III