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O thus, quoth Diglton, lay the gentle baves,

Duch. So many miseries have crazed by voice, Thus, thus, quoth Forrest, girdling one another That my woe-wearicd tongue is still and mule,Within their alabuster innocent arms :

Edward Plantagenet, wly art thou dead !
Their lips were four red roses on a stalt,

Q. Mar. Plantagenet roth quit Plantagenet,
Which, in their summer beauty, kiss'll each other. Edward for Edward pays a dying debt.
A book of prayers on their pillow lay;

Q. Eliz. Wilt thou, o God, fly from such gentle
Which once, quoth Forrest, almost changed my mind;

lambs, But, 0, the devil-there the villain stopp'd

And throw them in the entrails of the wolfs When Dighton thus told on,-we smothered

When didst thou sleep, when such a deed was The most replenished sweet work of nuture,

done! That, from the prime creation, e'er she framed- Q. Mar. When holy Harry died, and my sweet Hence both are gone with conscience and remorse,

Duch. Dead life, blind sight, poor mortal-living They could not speak; and so I left them both,

ghost, To bear this tidings to the bloody king.

Woe's scene, world's shame, grave's due by life

usurp'd, Enter King RICAARD.

Brief abstract and record of tedious days, And here he comes :-All health, my sovereign Rest thy unrest on England's lawful earth, Jord!

(Sitting down. K. Rich. Kind Tyrrel ! am I happy in thy news? Unlawfully made drunk with innocent blood !

Tyr. If to have done the thing you gave in charge Q. Eliz. Ah, that thou wouldst as soon afford a Beget your happiness, be happy then,

For it is done.

As thou canst yield a melancholy seat;
K. Rich. But didst thon see them dead ?

Then would I hide my bones, not rest them here!
Tyr. I did, my lord.

Ah, who hath any cause to mourn, but we?
K. Rich. And buried, gentle

(Sitting down by her. Tyr. The chaplain of the Tower hath buried Q. Mar. If ancient sorrow be most reverent, them;

Give mine the benetit of seniory,
But where, to say the truth,

I do not know. And let my griefs frown on the upper hand.
K. Rich. Come to me, Tyrrel, soon, at after If sorrow can admit society,.

(Sitting down with them.
When thou shalt tell the process of their death. Tell o'er your woes again by viewing mine :-
Mean time, but think how I may do thee good, I had an Edward, till a Richard kill'd him;
And be inheritor of thy desire.

I had a husband, till a Richard kill'd him :
Farewell, till then.

Thou hadst an Edward, till a Richard kill'd him; Tyr. I humbly take my leave.

(Esit. Thou hadst a Richard, till a Richard kill'd him. K. Rich. The son of Clarence have I pend up Duch. I had a Richard too, and thou didst kill close;

him ;
His daughter meanly have I match'd in marriage; I had a Rutland too, thou holp'st to kill him.
The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom, Q. Mar. Thou hadst a Clarence too, and Richard
And Aune my wife hath bid the world good night.

kill'd him.
Now, for I know the Bretagne · Richmond aims From forth the kennel of thy womb hath crept
At young Elizabeth, my brother's daughter, A hell-hound, that doth hunt us all to death :
And, by that knot, looks proudly on the crown, That dog, that had his teeth before his eyes,
To her go I, a jolly thriving wooer.

To worry lambs, and lap their gentle blood;

That foul de facer of God's handy-work;

Thal excellent grand tyrant of the earth,
Cate. My lord, -
K. Rich. Good news or bad, that thou comest in Thy womb let loose, to chase us to our graves.-

That reigns in galled eyes of weeping souls,
so bluntly?
Cate. Bad news, my lord : Morton + is fled to Rich. How do I'thank thee, that this carnal cur

O upright, just, and true disposing God,
And Buckingham, back'd with the hardy Welsh- Preys on the issue of his mother's body,

And makes her pew-fellow f with others' moan :
Is in the field, and still his power increaseth.

Duch. O Harry's wife, triumph not in my woes;

God witness with me, I have wept for thine. K. Rich. Ely with Richmond troubles me more

Q. Mar. Bear with me; I am hungry for renear, Than Buckingham and his rash-levied strength.

Come,-I have learn'd, that fearful commenting

And now I cloy me with beholding it.
Is leaden servitor to dull delay;

Thy Edward he is dead, that kill'd my Edward;
Delay leads impotent and snail-paced beggary:

Thy other Edward dead, to quit my Edward ; Then fiery expedition be my wing,

Young York he is but boot t, because both they
Jove's Mercury, and herald for a king!

Match not the high perfection of my loss.
Go, muster men : my counsel is my shield;

Thy Clarence he is dead, that slabb'd my Edward ;

And the beholders of this tragic play,
We must be brief, when traitors brave the field.


The adulterate Hastings, Rivers, Vaughan, Grey,

Untimely smother'd in their dusky graves.
SCENE IV.-The same. Before the Palace.

Richard yet lives, hell's black intelligencer;

Only reserved their factor, to buy souls,
Enter Queen MARGARET.

And send them thither : but at hand, at hand,
Q. Mar. So, now prosperity begins to mellow,

Ensnes his piteous and unpitied end :

Earth gapes, hell burns, tiends roar, saints pray,
And drop into the rotten mouth of death.
Here in these confines slily have I lurk'd,

To have him snddenly convey'd from hence :-
To watch the waning of mine enemies.

Cancel his bond of lite, dear God, I pray,

That I may live to say, The dog is dead?
A dire induction I am I witness to,
And will to France ; hoping, the consequence

Q. Eliz. O, thou didst prophecy, the time would

come, Will prove as bitter, black, and tragical.

That I should wish for thee to help me curse Withdraw thee, wretched Margaret! Who comes

That bottled spider, that foul bunch-back'd toad. here?

Q. Mar. I call'd thee then, vain flourish of my Enter Queen ELIZABETH, and the Duchess of York.

Q. Eliz. Ah, my poor princes! Ah, my tender I callid thee then, poor shadow, painted queen;

The presentation of but what I was,
My unblown flowers, new-appearing sweets ! The flattering index ý of a direful pageant,
If yet your gentle souls fly in the air,

One breaved a high, to be hurl'd down below :
And be not fix'd in doom perpetual,

A mother only mock'd with two fair babes;
Hover about me with your airy wings, ;

A dream of what thou wast; a garish || dag,
And hear your mother's lamentation !

To be the aim of every dangerous shot;
Q. Mar. Hover about her; say, that right for right
Hath dimm's your intant morn to aged night. • Seniority.

+ Companion.

Thrown in to boot. • The country in which Richmond had taken Indexes were anciently placed at the beginrefuge. + Bishop of Ely. 1 Introduction,

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A sign of dignity, a breath, a bubble;

K. Rich. Do, then ; but I'll not hear. A queen in jest, only to fill the scene.

Duch. I will be mild and gentle in my words. Where is thy husband now? Where be thy bro- k. Rich. And brief, good mother; for I am in thers i

haste. Where be thy two sons! Wherein dost thou joy ? Duch. Art thon so hasty? I have staid for thee, Who sues, and kneels, and says-God save the God knows, in torment and in agony. queen ?

K. Rich. And came I not at last to comfort you? Where be the bending peers that flatter'd thee? Duch. No, by the holy rood, thou know'st it Where be the thronging troops that follow'd thee?

well, Decline all this, and see what now thou art. Thou camest on earth to make the earth my hell, For happy wife, a most distressed widow ;

A grievous burdeu was thy birth to me; For joyful inother, one that wails the name; Tetchy + and wayward was thy infancy'; Por one being sued to, one that humbly sues; Thy school-days, frightful, desperate, wild, and faFor queen, a very cailiff crown'd with care:

rious; For one that scorn'd at me, now scorn'd of me; Thy prime of manhood, daring, hold, and venturous; For one being fear'd of all, now fearing one ; Thy age confirm'd, proud, subtle, sly, and bloody, For one commanding all, obey'd of none.

More mild, but yet more harmfuí, hind in hatred: Thus hath the course of justice wheel'd about, What comfortable hour canst thou naine, And left thee but a very prey to time;.

That ever graced me in thy company? Having no more but thought of what thou wert, K. Rich. 'Paith, none, but Humphrey Hour, that To torture thee the more, being what thou art.

call'd your grace Thou didst usurp my place, and dost thou not To breakfast once, forth of my company. Usurp the just proportion of my sorrow?

If I be so disgracious in your sight, Now thy proud neck bears halí iny burden'd yoke; Let me march on, and not offend you, madam.Proin which even here I slip my wearied head, Strike up the drum. And leave the burden of it all on thee.

Duch. I proythee, hear me speak. Farewell, York's wife,-and queen of sad mis- K. Rich. You speak too bitterly. chance,

Duch. Hear me a word;
These English woes shall make me smile in France. For I shall never speak to thee again.
Q. Eliz. 0 thou well skill'd in curses, slay a K. Rich. So.

Duch. Either thou wilt die, by God's just ordiAnd teach mé low to curse mine enemies.

nance, Q. Mar. Forbear to sleep the night, and fast the Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror; day ;

Or I with grief and extreme age shall perish, Compare dead happiness with living woe;

And never look upon thy face again. Think that thy babes were fairer than they were, Therefore, take will thee my most heavy curse, And, he that slew them, fouler than he is :

Which, in the day of battle, tire thee more, Bettering thy loss makes the bad-causer worse; Than all the complete arniour that thou wear'st! Revolving this will teach thee how to curse. My prayers on tie adverse party fight; Q. Eliz. My words are dull, 0, quicken them And there the little souls of Edward's children with thine!

Whisper the spirits of thine enemies, Q. Mar. Thy woes will make them sharp, and And promise them success and victory.

pierce like mine. (Exit R. Margaret. Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end; Duch. Why should calainity be full of words ? Shame serves thy life, and doth thy death attend. Q. Eliz. Windy attorneys to their client woes,

(Erit. Airy succeeders of intestate joys,

Q. Elx. Though far more cause, yet inuch less Poor breathing orators of miseries!

spirit to curse Let thein have scope: though what they do impart Abides in ine; I say amen to her.

(Going Help nothing else, yet do they ease the heart. K. Rich. Stay, Madam, I must speak a word with Duch. If so, then be not tongue-lied : go with me,

you. And in the breath of bitter words let's smother Q. Eliz. I have no more sons of the royal blood, My damned son, that thy two sweet sons smother'd. For thee to murder: for iny daughters, Richard,

(Drum, uithir. They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens ; I hear his druni,-be copious in exclaims.

And therefore level not to hit their lives.

K. Rich. You have a daughter call'd-Elizabeth, Enter King RICHARD, and his Train, marching. Virtuous and fair, royal and gracious. K. Rich. Who intercepts me in my expedition ? Q. Eliz. And must she die for this ? 0, let her Duch. O, she, that might have intercepted thee,

live, By strangling thee in her accursed womb,

And I'll corrupt her manners, stain her beauty ! From all the slaughters, wretch, that thou hast Slander myself, as false to Edward's bed; done.

Throw over her the veil of infamy: Q. Eliz. Hidest thou that forehead with a golden So she way live unscarr'd of bleeding slaughter, crown,

I will confess she was not Edward's daughter. Where should be branded, if that right were right, K. Rich. Wrong not her birth, she is of royal The slaughter of the prince that owed

that crown,

blood, And the dire death of my poor sons, and brothers ? Q. Eliz. To save her life, I'll say-she is not so. Tell me, thou villain-slave, where are my child K. Rich. Her life is safest only in her birth. dren?

Q. Eliz. And only in that safety died her broDuch. Thou toad, thou toad, where is thy brother

thers. Ciarence?

K. Rich. Lo, at their births good stars were opAnd little Ned Plantagenet, his son ?

posite. Q. Eliz. Where is the gentle Rivers, Vaughan, Q. Eliz. No, to their lives bad friends were conGrey ?

trary: Duch. Where is kind Hastings ?

K. Rich. All unavoided t is the duom of destiny. K. Rich. A fourish, trumpets !-Strike alaram, Q. Eliz. True, when avoided grace makes desdrums!

tiny: Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women My babes were destined to a fairer death, Rail on the Lord's anointed : Strike, I say:

If grace had bless'd thee with a fairer lite.

(Flourish.- Alarums. K. Rich. You speak, as if that I had slain my Either be patient, and entreal me fair,

cousins, Or with the clamorous report of war

Q. Eliz. Cousins, indeed ; and by their uucle Thus will I drown your exclamations.

cozen'd Duch. Art thou my son ?

of comfort, kingdom, kindred, freedom, life, K. Rich. Ay; I thank God, my father, and your Whose bands soever lanced their tender hearts, self.

Thy head, all indirectly, gave direction : Duch. Then patiently hear my impatience. No doubt the murderous knife was dull and blunt, K. Rich. Madam, I have a touch of your con- Till it was whetted on thy stone-hard heart, dition t,

To revel in the entrails of my lambs. That cannot brook the accent of reproof.

But that still ġ use of grief makes wild grief tame, Duch. 0, let me speak.

. Cross.

+ Touchy, fretful. Owned.



My tongue should to thy ears not name iny boys, Endured of her, for whom you bid like sorrow, Till that my pails were anchor'd in thine eyes ;

Your children were vexation to your youth, And I, in such a desperate bay of death,

But mine shall be a comfort to your age. Like a poor bark, of sails and tackling reft,

The loss you have, is but a son being king, Rush all to pieces on thy rocky bosom.

Aud, by that loss, your daughter is made queen. ki Rich. Madamı, so thrive I in my, enterprize, I cannot make you'what amends I would, And dangerous success of bloody wars,

Therefore accept such kindness as I can.
As I intend more good to you and yours

Dorset, your son, that, with a fearful soul,
Than ever you or yours by me were harm'd ! Leads discontented steps in foreign soil,
Q. Eliz. What good is cover'd with the face of This fair alliance quickly shall call home

To high promotions and great dignily :
To be discover'd, that can do me good ?

The king, that calls your beauteous daughter,-wise, K. Rich. The advancement of your children, Familiarly shall cail thy Dorset,-brother; gentle lady.

Again shall you be mother to a king, Q. Eliz. Up to some scaffold, there to lose their And all the ruins of distressful times heads?

Repair'd with double riches of content. K. Rich. No, to the dignity and height of for. What! we have many goodly days to see: tuue,

The liquid drops of tears that you have shed, The high imperial type of this earth's glory. Shall come again, transforni'd to orient pearl ;

Q. Eliz. Fiatter my sorrows with report of it; Advantaging their loan with interest Tell me, what state, what dignity, what honour, Of ten-limes-double gain of happiness. Carst thou demiset to any child of mine?

Go then, my mother, to thy daughter go; K. Rich. Iven all I have; ay, and myself and all, Make bold her bashful years with your experience; Will I withal endow a child of thine;

Prepare her ears to hear a wover's tale; So in the Letle of thy angry soul

Put in her tender beart the aspiring flame Thou drown the sad remembrance of those wrongs, Of golden sovereignty; acquaint the princess Which, thou supposest, I have done to thee. With the sweet silent hours of marriage jo's: Q. Eliz, Be brief, lest that the process of thy And when this arm of mine hath chastised kindness

The petty rebel, dull-brain'd Buckingham, Last longer telling than thy kindness' date.

Bound with triumphant garlands will I come, K. Rich. Then know, that, from my soul, I love And lead thy daughter to a conqueror's bed; thy daughter.

To whom I will retail my cunqnest won, Q. Eliz. My daughter's mother thinks it with her And she shall be sole victress, Cæsar's Cæsar. soul.

Q. Eliz. What were I best to say? Her father's K. Rich. What do you think?

brother Q. Eliz. That thou dost love my daughter from Would be her lord ? Or shall I say, her uncle? thy soul:

Or, he that slew her brothers, and her uncles So, from thy soul's love didst thou love her brothers; Under what title shall I woo for thee, And, from my heart's love, I do thank thee for it. That God, the law, my honour, and her love,

K. Rich. Be not so hasty to confound my meaning; Can make seem pleasing to her tender years! I mean, that with my soul I love thy daughter, K. Rich. Infer fair England's peace by this alliance. And do intend to make her queen of England. Q. Eliz. Which she shall purchase with still lastQ. Eliz. Well then, who dost thou mean shall be

ing war. her king?

K. Rich. Tell, her the king, that may command, K. Rich. Even he, that makes her queen ; who

entreats. else should be ?

Q. Eliz. That at her hands, which the king's King Elis. What, thou?

forbids. K. Rich. Even so: What think you or it, Madam ? K.Rich. Say, she shall be a high and mighty queen. Q. Elir. How canst thou woo her?

Q. Eliz. To wail the title, as her mother doch. K. Rich. That I would learn of you,

. Rich. Say, I will love her everlastingly. As one being best acquainted with her humour. Q. Eliz. But how long shall that title, ever, last? Q. Eliz. And wilt thou learn of me?

K. Rich. Sweetly in force unto her fair lite's end. N. Rich. Madam, with all my heart.

Q. Eliz. But how long fairly shall her sweet life Q. Eliz. Send io her, by the man that slew her

last? Kathers;

K. Rich. As long as heaven, and nature lengthensit. A pair of bleeding hearts; thereon engrave,

Q. Eűz. As long as hell, and Richard, likes of it. Edward, and York; then, haply, will she weep: K.Rich. Say, I, her sov'reign, am her subject low. Therefore present to her,-as sometime Margaret Q. Eliz. But she, your subject, loathes such soDid to thy father, steep'd in Rutland's blood,

vereignty. A handkerchiet'; whichi, say to her, did drain K. Rich. Be eloquent in my behalf to her. The purple sap from her sweet brother's body, Q. Eliz. An honest tale speeds best, being plainly And bid her wipe her weaping eyes withal.

told. If this inducement move her not to love,

K. Rich. Then, in plain terms, tell her my loving Send her a letter of thy noble deeds;

tale. Tell her, 11100 madest away her uncle Clarence, Q. Eliz. Plain, and not honest, is too harsh a style. Her uncle Rivers; ay, and for her sake,

K. Rich. Your reasons are too shallow and too Madent quick conveyance with her good aunt Anve.

quick. K. Rich. You mock me, Madam; this is not the way Q. Eliz. 0, no, my reasons are too deep and To win your daughter. Q. Eliz. There is no other way ;

Too deep and dead, poor infants, in their graves. Unless thou couldst put on some other shape, K. Rich. Harp not on that string, Madam ; that is And not be Richard that hath done all this.

past. K. Rich. Say, that I did all this for love of her! Q. Eliz. Harp on it still shall I, till heart-strings Q. Eliz. Nay, then indeed, she cannot choose

break. but have thee,

K. Rich. Now, by my George, my garter, and my Having boughe love with such a bloody spoil.

Crown t,K. Rich. Look, what is done cannot be now Q. Eliz. Protaned, dishonour'd, and the third amended:

usurp'd. Men shall deai unadvisedly sometimes,

K. Rich. I swear. Which aiter hours give leisure to repent.

Q. Eliz. By nothing; for this is no oath. If I did take the kingdom from your sons,

Thy George, protaned, hath lost his holy honour; To niake amends, I'll give it to your daughter. Thý garter, blemish'd, pawn'd his knightly virtue; If I have kill'd the issue of your womb,

Thy crown, usurp'd, disgraced his kingly glory: To quicken your increase, I will beget

If something thou wouldst swear to be believed, Mine insue of your blood upon your daughter. Swear then by something that thou hast not wrong'd. A grandan's name is little less in love,

K. Rich. Now by the world,-Than is the doting title of a mother;

Q. Eliz. 'Tis full of thy foul wrongs. They are as children, but one step below,

K. Rich. My father's death, Even of your mettle, of your very blood;

Q. Eliz. Thy life hath that dishonour'd. Of all one pain,-save for a night of groans

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K. Rich. Then, by myself,

The greatest strength and power he cair make, Q. Eliz. Thyself is self-mis-used.

And nicet me suddenly at Salisbury. Ã. Rich. Why then, by God,

('ate. I go. Q. Eliz. God's wrong is most of all.

Rat. What, may it please you, shall I do at If ihou hadst sear'd to break an oath by hun,

Salisbury? The unity, the king thy brother made,

K. Rich. Wiry, what wouldst thou do there, be. Had not been broken, nor my brother slain.

fore I go?
I thou hadst fear'd to break an oath by him, Rat. Your highness told me I should post before.
The imperial metal, circling now thy head,

Had graced the tender temples of my child;
And both the princes had been breathing here, K. Rich. My niind is changed.-Stanley, what
Which now, two tender bed-fellows for dust,

news with you?
Thy broken laith hath made a prey for worms. Stan. None, good my liege, to please you with

the hearing;
What canst thou swear by now?
K. Rich. By the time to come.

Nor noue so barl, but well may be reported.
Q. Eliz. That thou hast wronged in the time o'er- K. Rich. Heyday, a riddle! Neither good nor bad!

What need'nt ihou run so many iniles about
For I myself have many tears to wash

When thou may'st tell thy tale the wearest way?

Once more, what news?
Hereafter time, for time past, wrong'd by thee.
The children live, whose parepts thou hast slaugh-

Stan. Richmond is on the seas.

K. Rich. There let hiin sink, and he thie seas on

him! Ungovern'd youth, to wail it in their age: The parents live, whose children thou hast butch. White-liver'd runagate, what doth he there? er'd,

Stan, I know not, mighty sovereign, but by guess.
Old barren plants, to wail it with their age.

K. Rich. Well, as you guess?
Swear not by time to come; for that thou hast Stun. Stirr'd up by Dorset, Buckingham, and
Blisused, ere used, by times ill-used o'er-past.

K. Rich. As I intend to prosper, and repent!

He makes for England, here to claim the crown. So thrive I in my dangerous atteinpt

K. Rich. Is the chair empty ? Is the sword unOi hostile arms! Myself myself contound!

swayd ? Heaven, and fortune, bar me happy hours !

What heir of York is there alive, but we? Day, yield me not thy light; nor, niglat, thy rest!

And who is England's king, but great York's heir ? Be opposite all planets of good luck

Then, tell me, what makes he upon the seas? To my proceeding, if, with pure heart's love,

Stan. Unless for that, my liece, I cannot gress. Iminaculate devotion, holy thoughis,

K. Rich. Unless for that he comes to be your liege, I tender not thy beauteous pricely daughter!

You cannot guess wherefore the Welshman comes. In her consists my happiness, and thine;

Thou wilt revolt, and fly to him, I tear. Without her, follows to myself and thee,

Stun. No, mighty liege; therefore mistrust me

not; Herself, the land, and many a christian soul, Death, desolation, ruin, and decay;

K. Rich. Where is thy power, then, to beat him

back? It cannot be avoided, but by this; It will not be avoided, but by this.

Where be thy tenants, and thy followers ? Therefore, dear mother, (I must call you so,)

Are they not how upon the western shore,

Safe conducting the rebels from their ships?
Be the attorney of my love to her.
Plead what I will be, not what I have been;

Stan. No, my good lord, my friends are in the

north. Not my deserts, but what I will deserve : Urge the necessity and state of times,

K. Rich. Cold friends to me: what do they in the And be not peevish. found in great designs.


When they should serve their sovereign in the west?
Q: Eliz. Shall I be tempted of the devil thus ?
K. Rich. Ay, if the devil tempt thee to do good.

Stan. They have not been commanded, mighty
Q. Eliz. Shall I forget myself, to be myself!

king : X. Rich. Ay, if your sell's remembrance wrong

Plcaseth your majesty to give me leave,

l'il muster up my friends; and meet your grace, yourself. Q. Eliz. But thou didst kill my children.

Where, and what time, your majesty shall please. K. Rich. But in your daughier's womb I bury

K. Rich. Ay, ay, thou wouldst be gone to join

with Richmond : them :

I will not trust you, Sir.
Where, in that nest of spicery t, they shall breed

Stan. Most mighty sovereign,
Selves of themselves, to your recomforture.
Q. Eliz. Shall I go win my daughter to thy will?

You have no cause to hold my friendship doubtful;

I never was, nor never will be false.
K. Rich. And be a happy mother by the deea.
Q. Eliz. I go.-Write to me very shortly,

K. Rich. Well, go, muster nren. But, hear you;

leave behind And you shall understand from me her mind. K. Rich. Bear her my true love's kiss, and so

Your son, George Stanley : look your heart be firm,

Or else his head's assurance is but frail. farewell. [Kissing her.- Exit Q. Eli abeth. Relenting fool, and shallow, changing woman!

Stan. So deal with him, as I prove true to you. How pow? What news!

(Exit Stanley.

Enter RATCLIFF; CATESBY following.

Mess. My gracious sovereign, now in Devonshire,
Rot. Most mighty sovereign, on the western coast As I by friends am well advertised,
Rideth a puissant navy; to the shore

Sir Edward Courtney, and the hauglity prelate,
Throng many doubtful hollow hearted friends, Bishop of Exeter, his elder brother,
Unarın'd, and unresolved to beat them back: With many more confederates, are in arms.
'Tis thought, that Richmond is their admiral;

Enter another MESSENGER.
And there they hull, expecting but the aid
or Buckingham, to welcome them ashore.

2 Mess. In Kent, my liege, the Guildfords are in K. Rich. Some light-foot friend, post to the duke

arins ; of Norfolk :

And every hour more competitors. Ratcliff, thyself,- or Catesby, where is lie?

Flock to the rebels, and their power grows strong.
Cate. Here, my good lord.

Enter another MESSENGER.
K. Rich. Catesby, fly to the duke.
Cate. I will, my lord, with all convenient haste.

3 Mess. My lord, the army of great BuckK. Rich. Ratcliff, come hither : post to Salisbury,

inghainWhen thou comest thither,--Dull unnindful villain,

K. Rich. Out on ye, owls! Nothing but songs of

(He strikes him. [To Catesby. There, take thou that, till thou bring better news. Why stay'st thou here, and go'st not to the duke? 3 Mess. The news I have to tell your majesty, Cate. First, mighty liege, tell me your highness' is,--that, by sudden floods and fall of waters,

pleasure, What from your grace I shall deliver to him.

Buckingham's army is dispersed and scatlerd;

And he hiniself wander'd away alone, K. Rich. O, true, good Catesby ;-Bid him levy No man knows whither. straight

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There is my purse, to cure that blow of thine. This, this All-Souls' day to my fearful soul,
Hath any well-advised friend proclaim'd

Is the determined respite of my wrongs.
Reward to him that brings the traitor in

That high All-seer which I dallied with,
3 Mess. Such proclamation hath been made, my Hath turn'd my feigned prayer on my head,

And given in earnest what I begg'd in jest.

Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men Enter another MESSENGER.

To turn their own points on their masters' bosoms: 4 Mess. Sir Thomas Lovel, and lord marquis | Thus Margaret's curse falls heavy on my neck,-. Dorset,

When he, quoth she, shall split thy heart with 'Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms.

But this good comfort bring I to your highness, Remember Margaret was a prophetess.-
The Bretagne navy is dispersed by tempest : Come, Sirs, cončey me to the block of shame;
Richmond, in Dorsershire, sent out a boat

Wrong haih but wrong, and blame the due of
Unto the shore, to ask those on the banks,


(Exeunt Buckingham, &c.
Who answerd him, they came from Buckingham SCENE II.-Plain near Tamuorih.
Upon his party : be, mnistrusting them,

Enter, with Drum and Colours, RICHMOND, OXFORD,
Hois'd sail, and made his course again for Bretagne. Sir JAMES BLUNT, Sir WALTER HERBERT, and
K. Rich. March on, march on, since we are up others, wilh Forces, marching.
in arms :

Richm. Fellows in arms, and my most loving
If not to figlit with foreign enemies,

Yet to beat down these rebels here at home. Bruised underneath the yoke of tyranny,

Thus far into the bowels of the land
Cate. My liege, the duke of Buckingham is taken, And here receive we from our father Stanley

Have we march'd on without impediment;
That is the best news; That the earl of Richmond

Lines of fair comfort and encouragement.
Is with a mighty power • landed at Milford,
Is colder news, but yet they must be told.

The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar,
K. Rich. Away towards Salisbury; while we

That spoil'd your sunimer fields, and fruitful vines, reason here,

Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his

A royal ballle might be won and lost :-
Some one take order, Buckingham be brought

In your embowell'd bosoms,-this foul swine

Lies now even in the centre of this isle,
To Salisbury ;-the rest march on with me.

Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn :

(Exeunt. From Tamworth thither, is but one day's march. SCENE V.- A Room in Lord STANLEY's House.

In God's name, cheerly on, courageous friends,

To reap the harvest of perpetual peace.
Enter STANLEY and Sir Christopher URSWICK +. By this one bloody trial of sharp war.
Stan. Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this from

Oxf. Every man's conscience is a thousand

That, in the sty of this most bloody boar,

To fight against that bloody homicide.
My son George Stanley is frank'd up in hold;

Herb. I doubt not, but his friends will turn

to us.
Il revolt, otf goes young George's head ;.
The fear of that with holds my present aid.

Blunt. He hath no friends, but who are friendı

for fear ;.
But, tell me, where is princely Richmond now?
Chris. At Pembroke, or at Ha’rford-west, in

Which in his dearest need, will fly from him.

Richm, All for our 'vantage. I en, in God's
Stan. What men of name resort to bim?

name, march:
Chris. Si alter Herbert, a renowned soldier;

True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings, Sir Gilbert Talbot, Sir William Stanley ;

Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.

Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, Sir James Blunt,
And Rice ap Thomas, with a valiant crew;

SCENE III.- Bosworth Field.
And many other of great fame and worth :
And towards London do they bend their course,

Enter King RICHARD, and Forces; the Duke aj
If by the way they be not fought withal.

Norfolk, Karl of SURREY, and others. sian. Well, hie thee to thy lord ; commend me K. Rich. Here pitch our tents, even here in to him ;

Bosworth field.
Tell him, the queen hath heartily consented My lord of Surrey, why look you so sad!
He shall espouse Elizabeth her daughter.

Sur. My heart is ten times lighter than my looks.
These letters will resolve him of my mind.

K. Rich. My lord of Norfolk,-
Farewell. (Gives Papers to Sir Christopher. Nor. Here, my glorious liege.

(Exeunt. K. Rich. Norfolk, we must have knocks ; Ha!

Must we not ?

Nor. We must both give and take, my loving

lord. SCENE 1.Salisbury.-An open Place. K. Rich. Up with my tent: Here will I lie to. Enter the SAERIFF, and Guard, with BCCKINGHAM,


(Soldiers begin to set up the

King's Tent. led to Execution.

But where, to-morrow ?-Well, all's one for that.Buck. Will not king Richard let me speak with Who hath descried the number of the traitors! him?

Nor. Six or seven thousand is their utmost Sher. No, my good lord ; therefore be patient.

power. Buck. Hastings, and Edward's children, Rivers, K. Rich. Why, our hattalia trebles that account. Grey,

Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength, Holy king Henry, and thy fair son Edward, Which they upon the adverse faction want.Vaughan, and all that have miscarried

Up with the tent. Come, noble gentlemen, By underband corrupted foul injustice ;

Let us survey the 'vantage of the ground;
If that your moody discontented souls

Call for some men of sound direction:-
Do through the clouds behold this present hour, Let's want no discipline, make no delay;
Even for revenge mock my destruction !

For, lords, to-morrow is a busy day.
This is All-Souls' day, fellows, is it not?
Sher. It is, my lord.

Enter, on the other side of the Field, RICHMOND,
Buck. Why then, All-Souls' day is my body's

Sir WILLIAM BRANDON, OXFORD, and other Lords. doomsday:

Some of the Soldiers pitch RiCU MOND'S Tent.
This is the day, which, in king Edward's time, Richm. The weary sun bath made a golden set,
I wish'd might fall on me when I was found And by the bright track of his fiery car,
False to his children, or his wife's allies :

Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.-
This is the day, wherein I wish'd to fall

Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my standard.
By the false faith of hin whom most I trusted; Give me some ink and paper in my tent ;-

I'll draw the form and mudel of our battle, • Force + Chaplain to the countess of Richmond. * A sty in which bogs are sel apart for fattening.

• Injurious practice


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