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2. Eliz.

ens it.

K. Rich.

Even so: What think you | With the sweet silent hours of marriage joys : of it, madam?

And when this arm of mine hath chastised 2. Eliz. How canst thou woo her?

The petty rebel, dull-brain'd Buckingham, K. Rich.

That I would learn of you, Bound with triumphant garlands will I come, As one being best acquainted with her humour. And lead thy daughter to a conqueror's bed; Q. Eliz. And wilt thou learn of me?

To whom I will retail my conquest won, K. Rich.

Madam, with all my heart. | And she shall be sole victress, Cæsar's Cæsar. 2. Eliz. Send to her by the man that slew her Q. Eliz. What were I best to say ? her father's brothers,

brother A pair of bleeding hearts; thereon engrave, Would be her lord? Or shall I say, her uncle? Edward, and York, then, haply,! will she weep : Or, he that slew her brothers, and her uncles ? Therefore present to her,-as sometime Margaret Under what title shall I woo for thee, Did to thy father, steep'd in Rutland's blood, That God, the law, my honour, and her love, A handkerchief; which, say to her, did drain Can make seem pleasing to her tender years? The purple sap from her sweet brother's body, K. Rich. Infer fair England's peace' by this alAnd bid her wipe her weeping eyes withal.

liance. If this inducement move her not to love,

Q. Eliz. Which she shall purchase with still Send her a letter of thy noble deeds ;

lasting war. Tell her, thou mad'st away her uncle Clarence, K. Rich. Tell her, the king, that may command, Her uncle Rivers; ay, and, for her sake,

entreats. Mad'st quick conveyance with her good aunt Anne. Q. Eliz. That at her hands, which the king's K. Rich. You mock me, madam; this is not the

King forbids.2 way

K. Rich. Say, she shall be a high and mighty To win your daughter.

queen. There is no other

way ; Q. Eliz. To wail the title, as her mother doth. Unless thou could'st put on some other shape, K. Rich. Say, I will love her everlastingly, And not be Richard that hath done all this.

Q. Eliz. But how long shall that title, ever, last? K. Rịch. Say, that I did all this for love of her? K. Rich. Sweetly in force unto her fair life's end. Q. Eliz. Nay, then indeed, she cannot choose Q. Eliz. But how long fairly shall her sweet life but have thee,

last? Having bought love with such a bloody spoil. K. Rich. As long as Heaven, and nature length. K. Rich. Look, what is done cannot be now amended:

Q. Eliz. As long as hell, and Richard, likes of it. Men shall deal unadvisedly sometimes,

K. Rich. Say, 1, her sovereign, am her subject Which after-hours give leisure to repent.

low. If I did take the kingdom from your sons, Q. Eliz. But she, your subject, loaths such soveTo make amends, I'll give it to your daughter,

reignty. If I have kill'd the issue of your womb,

K. Rich. Be eloquent in my behalf to her. To quicken your increase, I will beget

Q. Eliz. An honest tale speeds best, being plainMine issue of

your
blood
up your daughter.

ly told. A grandam's name is little less in love,

K. Rich. Then, in plain terms tell her my loving Than is the doting title of a mother;

tale. They are as children, but one step below,

Q. Eliz. Plain, and not honest, is too harsh a style. Even of your mettle, of your very blood;

K. Rich. Your reasons are too shallow and too Of all one pain,-save for a night of groans

quick. Endur'd of her, for whom you bid like sorrow. Q. Eliz. O, no, my reasons are too deep and Your children were vexation to your youth,

dead ;But mine shall be a comfort to your age.

Too deep and dead, poor infants, in their graves. The loss, you have, is but—a son being king, K. Rich. Harp not on that string, madam ; that And, by that loss, your daughter is made queen. I cannot make you what amends I would,

Q. Eliz. Harp on it still shall I, till heart-strings Therefore accept such kindness as I can.

break. Dorset, your son, that, with a fearful soul,

K. Rich. Now, by my George, my garter,3 and Leads discontented steps in foreign soil,

my crown, This fair alliance quickly shall call home

2 Eliz. Profan'd, dishonour'd, and the third To high promotions and great dignity :

usurp'd. The king, that calls your beauteous daughter-wife, K. Rich, I swear. Familiarly shall call thy Dorset-brother;

2. Eliz.

By nothing ; for this is no oath. Again shall you be mother to a king,

Thy George, profan'd, hath lost its holy honour; And all the ruins of distressful times

Thy garter, blemish'd, pawn'd his knightly virtue ; Repair’d with double riches of content.

Thy crown, usurp'd, disgrac'd his kingly glory: What! we have many goodly days to see: If something thou would'st swear to be believ'd, The liquid drops of tears that you have shed, Swearthen by something that thou hast not wrong'd. Shall come again, transform’d to orient pearl ; K. Rich. Now by the world, Advantaging their loan, with interest

R. Eliz.

'Tis full of thy foul wrongs. Of ten-times-double gain of happiness.

K. Rich. My father's death,= Go then, my mother, to thy daughter, go;

Q. Eliz.

Thy life hath that dishonour'd. Make bold her bashful

years
with

your experience; K. Rich. Then, by myself,Prepare her ears to hear a wooer's tale;

2. Eliz.

Thyself is self-misus'd. Put in her tender heart the aspiring flame

K. Rich. Why then, by God, Of golden sovereignty; acquaint the princess

Q. Eliz.

God's wrong is most of all.

If thou had'st fear'd to break an oath by him, (1) Perhaps. (2) In the Levitical law, chap. xviii. 14. (3) The ensigns of the order of the Garter.

is past.

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on him!

The unity, the king thy brother made,

Cate. Here, my good lord. Had not been broken, nor my brother slain.

K. Rich.

Catesby, Ay to the duke. If thou hadst fear'd to break an oath-by him, Cate. I will, my lord, with all convenient haste. The imperial metal, circling now thy head, K. Rich. Ratcliff, come hither: Post to Salisbury; Had grac'd the tender temples of my child; When thou com'st thither,-Dull unmindful villain, And both the princes had been breathing here,

[To Catesby Which now, two tender bed-fellows for dust, Why stay'st thou here, and go'st not to the duke ? Thy broken faith hath made a prey for worms. Cate. First, mighty liege, tell me your highness? What canst thou swear by now?

pleasure, K. Rich.

By the time to come. What from your grace I shall deliver to him. 2. Eliz. That thou hast wronged in the time K. Rich. O, true, good Catesby ;-Bid him levy o'erpast;

straight For I myself have many tears to wash

The greatest strength and power he can make, Hereafter time, for time past, wrong'd by thee. And meet me suddenly at Salisbury. The children live, whose parents thou hast slaugh

I

(Exit. ter'd,

Rat. What, may it please you, shall I do at SalUngovern'd youth, to wail it in their age :

isbury? The parents live, whose children thou hast butcher'd, K. Rich. Why, what would'st thou do there, Old barren plants, to wail it with their age.

before I go? Swear not by time to come: for that thou hast Rat. Your highness told me, I should post before. Misus'd ere us'd, by times ill-us'd o'erpast. K. Rich. As I intend to prosper, and repent!

Enter Stanley So thrive I in my dangerous attempt

K. Rich. My mind is chang'd.- -Stanley, what Of hostile arms ! myself myself confound !

news with you? Heaven, and fortune, bar me happy hours !

Stan. None good, my liege, to please you with Day, yield me not thy light; nor, night, thy rest !

the hearing; Be opposite all planets of good luck

Nor none so bad, but well may be reported. To my proceeding, if, with pure heart's love, R. Rich. Heyday, a riddle! neither good nor Immaculate devotion, holy thoughts,

bad! I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter! What need'st thou run so many miles about, In her consists my happiness, and thine; When thou may'st tell thy tale the nearest way? Without her, follows to myself, and thee, Once more, what news? Herself, the land, and many a Christian soul,

Stan.

Richmond is on the seas. Death, desolation, ruin, and decay :

K. Rich. There let him sink, and be the seas It cannot be avoided but by this; It will not be avoided, but by this.

White-liver'd runagate, what doth he there? Therefore, dear mother (I must call you so,) Stan. I know not, mighty sovereign, but by guess. Be the attorney of my love to her.

K. Rich. Well, as you guess ? Plead what I will be, not what I have been; Stan. Stirr'd up by Dorset, Buckingham, and Not my deserts, but what I will deserve:

Morton, Urge the necessity and state of times,

He makes for England, here to claim the crown. And be not peevish! found in great designs. K. Rich. Is the chair empty ? is the sword unQ. Eliz. Shall I be tempted of the devil thus ?

sway'd ? K. Rich. Ay, if the devil tempt thee to do good. Is the king dead ? the empire unpossess'd? 2. Eliz. Shall I forget myself, to be myself? What heir of York is there alive, but we? K. Rich. Ay, if yourself's remembrance wrong And who is England's king, but great York's heir? yourself.

Then, tell me, what makes he upon the seas? Q. Eliz. But thou didst kill my children. Stan. Unless for that, my liege, I cannot guess. K. Rich. But in your daughter's womb I bury

K. Rich. Unless for that he comes to be your them :

liege; Where, in that nest of spicery,2 they shall breed You cannot guess wherefore the Welshman comes. Selves of themselves, to your recomforture. Thou wilt revolt, and fly to him, I fear.

Q. Eliz. Shall I go win my daughter to thy will? Stan. No, mighty liege; therefore mistrust me not. K. Rich. And be a happy mother by the deed. K. Rich. Where is thy power then, to beat him Q. Eliz. I go.-Write to me very shortly,

back? And you shall understand from me her mind. Where be thy tenants, and thy followers ? K. Rich. Bear her my true love's kiss, and so Are they not now upon the western shore,

farewell. (Kissing her. Exit'Q. Eliz. Safe-conducting the rebels from their ships ? Relenting fool, and shallow, changing_woman! Stan. No, my good lord, my friends are in the How now? what news?

north.

K. Rich. Cold friends to me : what do they in Enter Ratcliff; Catesby following.

the north, Rat. Most mighty sovereign, on the western coast When they should serve their sovereign in the west? Rideth a puissant navy ; to the shore

Slan. They have not been commanded, mighty Throng many doubtful hollow-hearted friends,

king : Unarm'd, and unresolv'd to beat them back : Pleaseth your majesty to give me leave, 'Tis thought, that Richmond is their admiral ; I'll muster up my friends ; and meet your grace, And there they hull, expecting but the aid Where, and what time, your majesty shall please. Of Buckingham, to welcome them ashore.

K. Rich. Ay, ay, thou would'st be gone to join K. Rich. Some light-foot friend post to the duke

with Richmond : of Norfolk :

I will not trust you, sir. Ratcliff, thyself,—or Catesby; where is he?

Stan.

Most mighty sovereign,

You have no cause to hold my friendship doubtful; (1) Foolish. (2) The phoenix's nest. I never was, nor never will be, false.

2. Eliz.

ens it.

K. Rich.

Even so: What think you | With the sweet silent hours of marriage joys: of it, madam?

And when this arın of mine hath chastised Q. Eliz. How canst thou woo her?

The petty rebel, dull-brain'd Buckingham, K. Rich.

That I would learn of you, Bound with triumphant garlands will I come, As one being best acquainted with her humour. And lead thy daughter to a conqueror's bed; Q. Eliz. And wilt thou learn of me?

To whom I will retail my conquest won, K. Rich.

Madam, with all my heart. And she shall be sole victress, Cæsar's Cæsar.
R. Eliz. Send to her by the man that slew her Q. Eliz. What were I best to say ? her father's
brothers,

brother
A pair of bleeding hearts; thereon engrave, Would be her lord? Or shall I say, her uncle?
Edward, and York, then, haply,! will she weep: Or, he that slew her brothers, and her uncles ?
Therefore present to her,-as sometime Margaret Under what title shall I woo for thee,
Did to thy father, steep'd in Rutland's blood, - That God, the law, my honour, and her love,
A handkerchief; which, say to her, did drain Can make seem pleasing to her tender years?
The purple sap from her sweet brother's body, K. Rich. Infer fair England's peace by this al-
And bid her wipe her weeping eyes withal.

liance. If this inducement move her not to love,

Q. Eliz. Which she shall purchase with still Send her a letter of thy nobļe deeds;

lasting war. Tell her, thou mad'st away her uncle Clarence, K. Rich. Tell her, the king, that may command, Her uncle Rivers; ay, and, for her sake,

entreats. Mad'st quick conveyance with her good aunt Anne. Q. Eliz. That at her hands, which the king's K. Rich. You mock me, madam; this is not the

King forbids.2 way

K. Rich. Say, she shall be a high and mighty
To win your daughter.

queen.
There is no other way; Q. Eliz. To wail the title, as her mother doth.
Unless thou could'st put on some other shape, K. Rich. Say, I will love her everlastingly,
And not be Richard that hath done all this.

Q. Eliz. But how long shall that title, ever, last?
K. Rịch. Say, that I did all this for love of her? K. Rich. Sweetly in force unto her fair life's end.
Q. Eliz. Nay, then indeed, she cannot choose Q. Eliz. But how long fairly shall her sweet life
but haye thee,

last? Having bought love with such a bloody spoil. K. Rich. As long as Heaven, and nature lengthK. Rich. Look, what is done cannot be now amended:

Q. Eliz. As long as hell, and Richard, likes of it. Men shall deal unadvisedly sometimes,

K. Rich. Say, 1, her sovereign, am her subject Which after-hours give leisure to repent.

low. If I did take the kingdom from your sons,

Q. Eliz. But she, your subject, loaths such soveTo make amends, I'll give it to your daughter,

reignty. If I have kill'd the issue of your womb,

K. Rich. Be eloquent in my behalf to her. To quicken your increase, I will beget

Q. Eliz. An honest tale speeds best, being plain. Mine issue of your blood upon your daughter.

told. A grandam's name is little less in love,

K. Rich. Then, in plain terms tell her my loving Than is the doting title of a mother;

tale. They are as children, but one step below,

Q. Eliz. Plain, and not honest, is too harsh a style. Even of your mettle, of your very blood ;

K. Rich. Your reasons are too shallow and too Of all one pain,-save for a night of groans

quick. Endur'd of her, for whom you bid like sorrow. Q. Eliz. O, no, my reasons are too deep and Your children were vexation to your youth,

dead ;But mine shall be a comfort to your age.

Too deep and dead, poor infants, in their graves.
The loss, you have, is buta son being king, K. Rich. Harp not on that string, madam ; that
And, by that loss, your daughter is made queen.
I cannot make you what amends I would,

Q. Eliz. Harp on it still shall I, till heart-strings
Therefore accept such kindness as I can.

break. Dorset, your son, that, with a fearful soul,

K. Rich. Now, by my George, my garter,3 and Leads discontented steps in foreign soil,

my crown, This fair alliance quickly shall call home

Q Eliz. Profan'd, dishonour'd, and the third To high promotions and great dignity :

usurp’d. The king, that calls your beauteous daughter-wife, K. Rich, I swear. Familiarly shall call thy Dorset-brother;

2. Eliz. By nothing ; for this is no oath. Again shall you be mother to a king,

Thy George, profan'd, hath lost its holy honour; And all the ruins of distressful times

Thy garter, blemishd, pawn'd his knightly virtue ;
Repair'd with double riches of content.

Thy crown, usurp'd, disgrac'd his kingly glory:
What! we have many goodly days to see: If something thou would'st swear to be believ'd,
The liquid drops of tears that you have shed, Swear then by something that thou hast not wrong'd.
Shall come again, transform'd to orient pearl ; K. Rich. Now by the world, ---
Advantaging their loan, with interest

R. Eliz.

"Tis full of thy foul wrongs. Of ten-times-double gain of happiness.

K. Rich. My father's death, Go then, my mother, to thy daughter, go;

Q. Eliz.

Thy life hath that dishonour'd.
Make bold her bashful years with your experience; K. Rich. Then, by myself, -
Prepare her ears to hear a wooer's tale;

Eliz,

Thyself is self-misus'd. Put in her tender heart the aspiring flame

K. Rich. Why then, by God,-Of golden sovereignty; acquaint the princess

Q. Eliz.

God's wrong is most of all,

If thou had'st fear’d to break an oath by him, (1) Perhaps. (2) In the Levitical law, chap. xviii. 14, (3) The ensigns of the order of the Garter.

is past.

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on him!

The unity, the king thy brother made,

Cate. Here, my good lord. Had not been broken, nor my brother slain.

K. Rich.

Catesby, Ay to the duke. If thou hadst fear'd to break an oath by him, Cate. I will, my lord, with all convenient haste. The imperial metal, circling now thy head, K. Rich. Ratcliff, come hither: Post to Salisbury; Had grac'd the tender temples of my child; When thou com'st thither,-Dull unmindful villain, And both the princes had been breathing here,

[To Catesby: Which now, two tender bed-fellows for dust, Why stay'st thou here, and go'st not to the duke? Thy broken faith hath made a prey for worms. Cate. First, mighty liege, tell me your highness' What canst thou swear by now?

pleasure, K. Rich.

By the time to come. What from your grace I shall deliver to him. Q. Eliz. That thou hast wronged in the time K. Rich. O, true, good Catesby ;-Bid him levy o'erpast;

straight For I myself have many tears to wash

The greatest strength and power he can make, Hereafter time, for time past, wrong'd by thee. And meet me suddenly at Salisbury. The children live, whose parents thou hast slaugh

I

(Exit. ter'd,

Rat. What, may it please you, shall I do at Sal. Ungovern'd youth, to wail it in their age :

isbury ? The parents live, whose children thou hast butcher'd, K. Rich. Why, what would'st thou do there, Old barren plants, to wail it with their age.

before I go? Swear not by time to come: for that thou hast Rat. Your highness told me, I should post before. Misus'd ere us'd, by times ill-us’d o'erpast. K. Rich. As I intend to prosper, and repent!

Enter Stanley So thrive I in my dangerous attempt

K. Rich. My mind is chang'd. - Stanley, what Of hostile arms! myself myself confound !

news with you? Heaven, and fortune, bar me happy hours !

Stan. None good, my liege, to please you with Day, yield me not thy light; nor, night, thy rest !

the hearing; Be opposite all planets of good luck

Nor none so bad, but well may be reported. To my proceeding, if, with pure heart's love, R. Rich. Heyday, a riddle! neither good nor Immaculate devotion, holy thoughts,

bad ! I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter! What need'st thou run so many miles about, In her consists my happiness, and thine; When thou may'st tell thy tale the nearest way? Without her, follows to myself, and thee,

Once more, what news? Herself, the land, and many a Christian soul, Stan.

Richmond is on the seas. Death, desolation, ruin, and decay :

K. Rich. There let him sink, and be the seas It cannot be avoided but by this; It will not be avoided, but by this.

White-liver'd runagate, what doth he there? Therefore, dear mother (I must call you so,) Stan. I know not, mighty sovereign, but by guess. Be the attorney of my love to her.

K. Rich. Well, as you guess ? Plead what I will be, not what I have been ; Stan. Stirr'd up by Dorset, Buckingham, and Not my deserts, but what I will deserve:

Morton, Urge the necessity and state of times,

He makes for England, here to claim the crown. And be not peevish? found in great designs. K. Rich. Is the chair empty? is the sword unQ. Eliz. Shall I be tempted of the devil thus ?

sway'd ? K. Rich. Ay, if the devil tempt thee to do good. Is the king dead ? the empire unpossess’d? Q. Eliz. Shall I forget myself, to be myself? What heir of York is there alive, but we? K. Rich. Ay, if yourself's remembrance wrong|| And who is England's king, but great York's heir? yourself.

Then, tell me, what makes he upon the seas? Q. Eliz. But thou didst kill my children. Stan. Unless for that, my liege, I cannot guess. K. Rich. But in your daughter's womb I bury

K. Rich. Unless for that he comes to be your them :

liege; Where, in that nest of spicery,2 they shall breed You cannot guess wherefore the Welshman comes. Selves of themselves, to your recomforture. Thou wilt revolt, and fly to him, I fear.

Q. Eliz. Shall I go win my daughter to thy will? Stan. No, mighty liege; therefore mistrust me not. K. Rich. And be a happy mother by the deed. K. Rich. Where is thy power then, to beat him Q. Eliz. I go.-Write to me very shortly,

back? And you shall understand from me her mind. Where be thy tenants, and thy followers ? K. Rich. Bear her my true love's kiss, and so Are they not now upon the western shore,

farewell. (Kissing her. Exit Q. Eliz. Safe-conducting the rebels from their ships ? Relenting fool, and shallow, changing-woman! Stan. No, my good lord, my friends are in the How now? what news ?

north.

K. Rich. Cold friends to me : what do they in Enter Ratcliff; Catesby following.

the north, Rat. Most mighty sovereign, on the western coast | When they should serve their sovereign in the west? Rideth a puissant navy ; to the shore

Stan. They have not been commanded, mighty Throng many doubtful hollow-hearted friends,

king: Unarm'd, and unresolv'd to beat them back : Pleaseth your majesty to give me leave, 'Tis thought, that Richmond is their admiral; I'll muster up my friends; and meet your grace, And there they hull, expecting but the aid Where, and what time, your majesty shall please. Of Buckingham, to welcome them ashore.

K. Rich. Ay, ay, thou would'st be gone to join K. Rich. Some light-foot friend post to the duke

with Richmond : of Norfolk :-

I will not trust you, sir. Ratcliff, thyself,~-or Catesby; where is he? Stan.

Most mighty sovereign,

You have no cause to hold my friendship doubtful; (1) Foolish. (2) The phoenix's nest. I never was, nor never will be, false.

K. Rich. Well, go, muster men. But, hear you, || My son George Stanley is frank’d4 up in hold; leave behind

if I revolt, off goes young George's head; Your son, George Stanley; look your heart be firm, | The fear of that withholds my present aid. Or else bis head's assurance is but frail.

But, tell me, where is princelý Richmond now? Stan. So deal with him, as I prove true to you.

Chris. At Pembroke, or at Ha’rford-west, in (Exit Stanley

Wales.

Stan. What men of name resort to him?
Enter a Messenger.

Chris. Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned soldier;
Mess. My gracious sovereign, now in Devonshire, Sir Gilbert Talbot, sir William Stanley ;
As I by friends am well advertised,

Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, sir James Blunt, Sir Edward Courtney, and the haughty prelate, And Rice ap Thomas, with a valiant crew; Bishop of Exeter, his elder brother,

And

many other of great fame and worth: With many more confederates, are in arms. And towards London do they bend their course, Enter another Messenger.

If by the way they be not fought withal.

Stan. Well, hie thee to thy lord; commend me 2 Mess. In Kent, my liege, the Guildfords are in

to him; arms;

Tell him, the queen hath heartily consented And every hour more competitors!

He shall espouse Elizabeth her daughter. Flock to the rebels, and their power grows strong. || These letters will resolve him of my

mind. Enter another Messenger. Farewell. (Gives papers to Sir Christopher.

(Exeunt. 3 Mess. My lord, the army of great Bucking

hamK. Rich. Out on ye, owls! nothing but songs of death? (He strikes him.

ACT V. There, take thou that, till thou bring better news.

3 Mess. The news I have to tell your majesty, SCENE I:-Salisbury. An open place. Enter Is,—that, by sudden floods and fall of waters, the Sheriff, and Guard, with Buckingham, led to Buckingham's army is dispers’d and scatter'd; execution. And he himself wander'd away alone,

Buck. Will not king Richard let me speak with No man knows whither.

him? K. Rich.

0, I cry you mercy : Sher. No, my good lord; therefore be patient. There is my purse, to cure that blow of thine.

Buck. Hastings, and Edward's children, Rivers, Hath any well-advised friend proclaim'd

Grey, Reward to him that brings the traitor in ?

Holy king Henry, and thy fair son Edward,
3 Mess. Such proclamation bath been made, my Vaughari, and all that have miscarried
liege.

By underhand corrupted foul injustice;
Enter another Messenger.

If that your moody discontented souls
4 Mess. Sir Thomas Lovel, and lord marquis Even for revenge mock my destruction!

Do through the elouds behold this present bour, Dorset,

This is All-Souls' day, fellows, is it not? 'Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms. But this good comfort bring I to your highness,

Sher. It is, my lord.

Buck. Why, then All-Souls' day is my body's The Bretagne navy is dispers’d by tempest:

doomsday: Richmond, in Dorsetshire, sent out a boat

This is the day, which, in king Edward's time, Unto the shore, to ask those on the banks,

I wish'd might fall on me, when I was found If they were his assistants, yea, or no;

False to his children, or his wife's allies : Who answer'd him, they came from Buckingham || This is the day, wherein I wish'd to fall Upon his party : he, mistrusting them,

By the false faith of him whom most I trusted ; Hois'd sail, and made his course again for Bretagne. This, this All-Souls' day to my fearful soul, K. Rich. March on, march on, since we are up || Is the determin'd respite of my wrongs.

That high All-seer which I dallied with, If not to fighi with foreign enemies,

Hath turn'd my feigned prayer on my head,
Yet to beat down these rebels here at home.

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

Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men
Cate. My liege, the duke of Buckinghamis

taken; Thus Margaret's curse falls heavy on my neck, ,

To turn their own points on their masters' bosoms : That is the best news; That the earl of Richmond When he, quoth she, shall split thy heart with Is, with a mighty power,2 landed at Milford,

sorrow, Is colder news, but yet they must be told.

Remember Margaret was a prophetess.-K. Rich. Away, towards Salisbury ; while we |Come, sirs, convey me to the block of shame; reason here,

Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame. A royal battle might be won and lost :

(Exeunt Buckingham, &c. Some one take order, Buckingham be brought To Salisbury ;-the rest march on with me. (Exe. SCENE II.-Plain near Tamworth. Enter,

with drum and colours, Richmond, Oxford, Sir SCENE V.-A room in Lord Stanley's house. James Blunt, Sir Walter Herbert, and others,

Enter Stanley and Sir Christopher Urswick.3 with forces, marching.
Stan. Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this from Richm. Fellows in arms, and my most loving

friends,
That, in the sty of this most bloody boar, Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny,
(1) Associates.
(2) Force.

(4) A sty in which hogs are set apart for fattening, (3) Chaplain to the countess of Richmond. (5) Injurious practices.

in arms;

me:

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