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Enter King Richard, and his Train, marching.

My prayers on the adverse party fight :

And there the little souls of Edward's children K. Rich. Who intercepts me in my expedition ? Whisper the spirits of thine enemies, Duch. O, she, that might have intercepted thee, And promise them success and victory. By strangling thee in her accursed womb,

Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end ; From all the slaughters, wretch, that thou hast done. Shame serves thy life, and doth thy death attend. Q. Eliz. Hid'st thou that forehead with a golden

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Q. Eliz. Though far more cause, yet much less Where should be branded, if that right were right,

spirit to curse The slaughter of the prince that ow'd that crown, Abides in me; I say amen to her. (Going. And the dire death of my poor sons, and brothers ? K. Rich. Stay, madam, I must speak a word with Tell me, thou villain-slave, where are my children ?

you. Duch. Thou toad, thou toad, where is thy bro- Q. Eliz. I have no more sons of the royal blood, ther Clarence ?

For thee to murder : for my daughters, Richard, And little Ned Plantagenet, his son ?

They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens; Q. Eliz. Where is the gentle Rivers, Vaughan, And therefore level not to hit their lives. Grey ?

K. Rich. You have a daughter callid - Elizabeth, Duch. Where is kind Hastings ?

Virtuous and fair, royal and gracious. K. Rich. A flourish, trumpets ! — strike alarum, Q. Eliz. And must she die for this? 0, let her live, drums!

And I'll corrupt her manners, stain her beauty; Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women Slander myself, as false to Edward's bed ; Rail on the Lord's anointed : Strike, I say. Throw over her the veil of infamy :

(Flourish. Alarums. So she may live unscarr’d of bleeding slaughter, Either be patient, and entreat me fair,

I will confess she was not Edward's daughter. Or with the clamorous report of war

K. Rich. Wrong not her birth, she is of roya) Thus will I drown your exclamations.

blood. Duch. Art thou my son ?

Q. Eliz. To save her life, I'll say she is not so. K. Rich. Ay; I thank God, my father, and K. Rich. Her life is safest only in her birth. yourself.

Q. Eliz. And only in that safety died her brothers. Druck. Then patiently hear my impatience. X. Rich. Lo, at their births good stars were K. Rich. Madam, I have a touch of your condition,

opposite. That cannot brook the accent of reproof.

Q. Eliz. No, to their lives bad friends were conDuch. O, let me speak.

trary. K. Rich.

Do, then ; but I'll not hear. K. Rich. All unavoided is the doom of destiny. Duch. I will be mild and gentle in my words. Q. Eliz. True, when avoided grace makes destiny: K. Rich. And brief, good mother; for I am in My babes were destin'd to a fairer death, haste.

If grace had bless'd thee with a fairer life. Duch. Art thou so hasty ? I have staid for thee, K. Rich. You speak, as if that I had slain my God knows, in torment and in agony.

cousins. X. Rich. And came I not at last to comfort you ? Q. Eliz. Cousins, indeed; and by their uncle Duch. No, by the holy rood, thou know'st it well,

cozen'd Thou cam'st on earth to make the earth my hell. Of comfort, kingdom, kindred, freedom, life. A grievous burden was thy birth to me;

Whose hands soever lanc'd their tender hearts, Tetchy and wayward was thy infancy ;

Thy head, all indirectly, gave direction : Thy school-days, frightful,' desperate, wild, and No doubt the murderous knife was dull and blunt, furious;

Till it was whetted on thy stone-hard heart, Thy prime of manhood, daring, bold, and venturous, To revel in the entrails of my lambs. Thy age confirm'd, proud, subtle, sly, and bloody, But that still use of grief makes wild grief tame, More mild, but yet more harmful, kind in hatred : My tongue should to thy ears not name my boys, What comfortable hour canst thou name,

Till that my nails were anchor'd in thine eyes ; That ever grac'd me in thy company ?

And I, in such a desperate bay of death, X. Rich. 'Faith, none, but Humphrey Hour, that Like a poor bark, of sails and tackling reft, call'd your grace

Rush all to pieces on thy rocky bosom. To breakfast once, forth of my company.

K. Rich. Madam, so thrive I in my enterprize, If I be so disgracious in your sight,

And dangerous success of bloody wars,
Let me inarch on, and not offend you, madam. As I intend more good to you and yours,
Strike up the drum.

Than ever you or yours by me were barm'd!
Duch.

I pr’ythee, hear me speak. Q. Eliz. What good is cover'd with the face of K. Rich. You speak too bitterly.

heaven, Dach.

Hear me a word, To be discover'd, that can do me good ? For I shall never speak to thee again.

K. Rich. The advancement of your children, gentle K. Kich. So.

lady. Duch. Either thou wilt die, by God's just or- Q. Eliz. Up to some scaffold, there to lose their dinance,

heads? Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror ;

K. Rich. No, to the dignity and height of fortune, Or I with grief and extreme age shall perish, The high imperial type of this earth's glory. And never look upon thy face again.

Q. Eliz. Flatter my sorrows with report of it; Therefore, take with thee my most heavy curse ; Tell me, what state, what dignity, what honour, Which, in the day of battle, tire thee more,

Canst thou demise to any child of mine? Than all the complete armour that thou wear’st ! K. Rich. Even all I have; ay, and myself and all, Will I withal endow a child of thine ;

Your children were vexation to your youth, So in the Lethe of thy angry soul

But mine shall be a comfort to your age. Thou drown the sad remembrance of those wrongs, The loss, you have, is but a son being king, Which, thou supposest, I have done to thee. And, by that loss, your daughter is made queen. Q. Elis. Be brief, lest that the process of thy I cannot make you what amends I would, kindness o

Therefore accept such kindness as I can. Last longer telling than thy kindness' date. Dorset, your son, that, with a fearful soul, K. Rich. Then know, that, from my soul, I love Leads discontented steps in foreign soil, thy daughter.

This fair alliance quickly shall call home Q. Eliz. My daughter's mother thinks it with her To high promotions and great dignity: soul.

The king, that calls your beauteous daughter, X. Rich. What do you think?

wife, Q. Eliz. That thou dost love my daughter, from Familiarly shall call thy Dorset — brother ; thy soul :

Again shall you be mother to a king, So, from thy soul's love, didst thou love her brothers; And all the ruins of distressful times And, from my heart's love, I do thank thee for it. Repair'd with double riches of content.

K. Rich. Be not so hasty to confound my meaning; What! we have many goodly days to see : I mean, that with my soul I love thy daughter, The liquid drops of tears that you have shed, And do intend to make her queen of England. Shall come again, transform'd to orient pearl ; Q. Eliz. Well then, who dost thou mean shall be Advantaging their loan, with interest her king?

Of ten-times double gain of happiness. K. Rich. Even he, that makes her queen ; Who Go, then, my mother, to thy daughter go; else should be?

Make bold her bashful years with your experience ; Q. Eliz. What thou ?

Prepare her ears to hear a wooer's tale; K. Rich.

Even so: What think you Put in her tender heart the aspiring flame of it, madam ?

Of golden sov'reignty; acquaint the princess Q. Elix. How canst thou woo her?

With the sweet silent hours of marriage joys: K. Rich.

That I would learn of you, And when this arm of mine hath chastised As one being best acquainted with her humour. The petty rebel, dull-brain's Buckingham, Q. Eliz. And wilt thou learn of me?

Bound with triumphant garlands will I come, K. Rich.

Madam, with all my heart. And lead thy daughter to a conqueror's bed ; Q. Eliz. Send to her, by the man that slew her To whom I will retail my conquest won, brothers,

And she shall be sole victress, Cæsar's Cæsar. A pair of bleeding hearts ; thereon engrave,

Q. Eliz. What were I best to say ? her father's Edward, and York; then, haply, will she weep :

brother Therefore present to her, -as sometime Margaret Would be her lord? Or shall I say, her uncle? Did to thy father, steep'd in Rutland's blood, Or, he that slew her brothers, and her uncles? A handkerchief ; which, say to her, did drain Under what title shall I woo for thee, The purple sap from her sweet brother's body, That God, the law, my honour, and her love, And bid her wipe her weeping eyes withal. Can make seem pleasing to her tender years? If this inducement move her not to love,

K. Rich. Infer fair England's peace by tis Send her a letter of thy noble deeds ;

alliance. Tell her, thou mad'st away her uncle Clarence, Q. Eliz. Which she shall purchase with still lastHer uncle Rivers ; ay, and, for her sake,

ing war. Mad'st quick conveyance with her good aunt Anne. X. Rich. Tell her, the king, that may contand, K. Rich. You mock me, madam ; this is not the way

Q. Eliz. That at her hands, which the king's To win your daughter.

King forbids. Q. Eliz.

There is no other way ; X. Rich. Say, she shall be a high and mighty queen. Unless thou could'st put on some other shape, Q. Eliz. To wail the title, as her mother dotki And not be Richard that hath done all this.

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

Q. Eliz. But how long fairly shall her sweet life Having bought love with such a bloody spoil.

last? K. Rich. Look, what is done cannot be now X. Rich. As long as heaven, and nature, length

amended; Men shall deal unadvisedly sometimes,

Q. Eliz. As long as hell, and Richard, likes of it Which after-hours give leisure to repent.

K. Rich. Say, I, her sovereign, If I did take the kingdom from your sons,

low. To make amends, I'll give it to your daughter. Q. Elit. But she, your subject, loaths sach If I have kill'd the issue of your womb,

sov'reignty. To quicken your increase, I will beget

X. Rich. Be eloquent in my behalf to ber. Mine issue of your blood upon your daughter. Q. Eliz. An honest tale speeds

best, being plainly A grandam's name is little less in love,

told. Than is the doating title of a mother;

K. Rich. Then, in plain terms tell her my loving They are as children, but one step below,

tale. Even of your mettle, of your very blood;

Q. Elis. Plain, and not honest, is too harsh a styk. Of all one pain, - save for a night of groans Endur'd of her, for whom you bid like sorrow,

K. Rich. Your reasons are too shallow and to

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Q. Elis. O, no, my reasons are too deepand dead; K. Rich. Ay, if your selfs remembrance wrong Too deep and dead, poor infants, in their graves.

yourself. I Rich. Harp not on that string, madam; that Q. Eliz. But thou didst kill my children.

K. Rich. But in your daughter's womb I bury Q. Elis. Harp on it still shall I, till heart-strings

them : break.

Where, in that nest of spicery, they shall breed K. Rich. Now, by my George, my garter, and Selves of themselves to your recomforture. my crown,

Q. Eliz, Shall I go win my daughter to thy will? Q. Eliz. Profan'd, dishonour'd, and the third K. Rich. And be a happy mother by the deed. usurp'd.

Q. Elix. I go. — Write to me very shortly, X. Rich. I swear.

And you shall understand from me her mind. Q. Eliz. By nothing: for this is no onth. K. Rich. Bear her my true love's kiss, and so Thy George, profan'd, hath lost his holy honour;

farewell. Tliy garter, blemish’d, pawn'd his knightly virtue;

[Kissing her. Erit Q. ELIZABETH. Tly crown, usurp'd, disgrac'd his kingly glory : , Relenting fool, and shallow changing — woman! If something thou would'st swear to be believ'd, How now! what news? Swear then by something that thou hast not wrong’d. X. Rich. Now by the world,

Enter RATCLIFF; CATESBY following. "Tis full of thy foul wrongs.

Rat. Most mighty sovereign, on the western coast K. Rich. My father's death,

Rideth a puissant navy; to the shore Q. Elis. Thy life hath that dishonour'd. Throng many doubtful hollow-hearted friends, K. Rich. Then, by myself,

Unarm'd, and unresolv'd to beat them back : Q. Eliz.

Thyself is self-mis-us’d. 'Tis thought, that Richmond is their admiral; K. Rich. Why then, by God,

And there they hull, expecting but the aid Q. Elix.

God's wrong is most of all. Of Buckingham to welcome them ashore.
If thou had'st fear'd to break an oath by him, K. Rich. Some light-foot friend post to the duke
The unity, the king thy brother made,

of Norfolk:
Had not been broken, nor my brother stain. Ratcliff, thyself, - or Catesby; where is he?
If thou had'st fear'd to break an oath by him, Cate. Here, my good lord.
The imperial metal, circling now thy head,

K. Rich.

Catesby, fly to the duke. Had grac'd the tender temples of my child; Cate. I will, my lord, with all convenient haste. And both the princes had been breathing bere,

K. Rich. Ratcliff, come hither: Post to Salisbury ; Which now, two tender bed-fellows for dust, When thou com'st thither,-Dull unmindful villain, Thy broken faith hath made a prey for worms.

[70 CATESBY. What canst thou swear by now?

Why stay'st thou here, and go'st not to the duke? X. Rich.

By the time to come. Cate. First, mighty liege, tell me your highness' Q. Eliz. That thou hast wronged in the time o'er

pleasure, past;

What from your grace I shall deliver to him. For I myself bave many tears to wash

K. Rich. O, true, good Catesby ;--Bid him levy Hereafter time, for time past, wrong'd by thee.

straight The children live, whose parents thou hast slaughter'd. The greatest strength and power he can make, Ungovern'd youth, to wail it in their age :

And meet me suddenly at Salisbury. The parents live, whose children thou hast butcher'd, Cate. I go.

(Erit. Old barren plants, to wail it with their age.

Rat. What, may it please you, shall I do at Salis Swear not by time to come ; for that thou hast

bury? Mis-usid eré used, by times ill-us'd o'er past. K. Rich. Why, what would'st thou do there, beK. Rich. As I intend to prosper, and repent!

fore I go? So thrive I in my dangerous attempt

Rat. Your highness told me, I should post before. or hostile arms! myself myself confound !

Enter STANLEY. Heaven, and fortune, bar me happy hours! Day, yield me not thy light; nor, night, thy rest! K. Rich. My mind is chang’d. — Stanley, what Be opposite all planets of good luck

news with you? To my proceeding, if, with pure heart's love, Sten. None good, my liege, to please you with Itamaculate devotion, holy thoughts,

the hearing; I tender not thy beauteous princely daugliter !

Nor none so bad, but well may be reported. In her consists my happiness, and thine ;

K. Rich. Heyday, a riddle ! neither good nor bad ! Without her, follows to myself, and thee,

What need'st thou run so many miles about, Herself, the land, and many a christian soul, When thou may'st tell thy tale the nearest way? Death, desolation, ruin, and decay:

Once more, what news? It cannot be avoided, but by this ;

Stan.

Richmond is on the seas. It will not be avoided, but by this.

K. Rich. There let him sink, and be the seas on llicrefore, dear mother, (I must call you so,)

him ! Be the attorney of my love to her.

White-liver'd runagate, what doth he there? Plcad what I will be, not what I have been ; Stan, I know not, mighty sovereign, but by guess. my deserts, but what I will deserve :

K. Rich. Well, as you guess? Urge the necessity and state of times,

Stan. Stirr'd up by Dorset, Buckingham, and And be not peevish found in great designs.

Morton, Q. Eliz. Shall I be tempted of the devil thus ? He makes for England, here to claim the crown.

Rich. Ay, if the devil tempt thee to do good. K. Rich. Is the chair empty? Is the sword un. Q. Eliz. Shall I forget myself, to be myself ?

Not

sway'd ?

in arms;

Is the king dead ? the empire unpossess'd ? There is my purse, to cure that blow of thine.
What heir of York is there alive, but we?

Hath any well-advised friend proclaim'd
And who is England's king, but great York's heir ? Reward to him that brings the traitor in ?
Then, tell me, what makes he upon the seas ?

3 Mess. Such proclamation hath been made, my Stan. Unless for that, my liege, I cannot guess.

liege. X. Rich. Unless for that he comes to be your liege, You cannot guess wherefore the Welshman comes.

Enter another Messenger. Thou wilt revolt, and fly to him, I fear.

4 Mess. Sir Thomas Lovel, and lord marquis Stan. No, mighty liege, therefore mistrust me

Dorset, not.

'Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms. X. Rich. Where is thy power then, to beat him But this good comfort bring I to your highness, – back?

The Bretagne navy is dispers'd by tempest : Where be thy tenants, and thy followers ?

Richmond, in Dorsetshire, sent out a boat Are they not now upon the western shore,

Unto the shore, to ask those on the banks, Safe-conducting the rebels from their ships ? If they were his assistants, yea, or no; Slan. No, my good lord, my friends are in the Who answer'd him, they came from Buckingham north.

Upon his party : he, mistrusting them, K. Rich. Cold friends to me: What do they in Hois'd sail, and made his course again for Bretagne. the north,

K. Rich. March on, march on, since we are up
When they should serve their sovereign in the west ?
Stan. They have not been commanded, mighty If not to fight with foreign enemies,
king :

Yet to beat down these rebels here at home.
Pleaseth your majesty to give me leave,
I'll muster up my friends; and meet your grace,

Enter CATESBY.
Where, and what time, your majesty shall please.

Cate. My liege, the duke of Buckingham is taken, K. Rich. Ay, ay, thou wouldst be gone to join That is the best news; That the earl of Richmond with Richmond :

Is with a mighty power landed at Milford,
I will not trust you, sir.

Is colder news, but yet they must be told.
Slan.
Most mighty sovereign,

K. Rich. Away towards Salisbury; while we You have no cause to hold my friendship doubtful;

reason here, I never was, nor never will be false.

A royal battle might be won and lost :X. Rich. Well, go, muster men. But, hear you,

Some one take order, Buckingham be brought leave behind

To Salisbury; — the rest march on with me. Your son, George Stanley ; look your heart be firm,

(Eseunt. Or else his head's assurance is but frail. Stan. So deal with him, as I prove true to you.

SCENE V. - A Room in Lord Stanley's Houses (Exit STANLEY.

Enter STANLEY and Sir CHRISTOPHER URSWICE. Enter a Messenger.

Stan. Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this from Mess. My gracious sovereign, now in Devonshire, As I by friends am well advertised,

That, in the sty of this most broody boar, Sir Edward Courtney, and the haughty prelate, My son George Stanley is frank'd up in hold; Bishop of Exeter, bis elder brother,

If I revolt, off goes young George's head;
With many more confederates, are in arms.

The fear of that withholds my present aid.
Enter another Messenger.

But, tell me, where is princely Richmond now?

Chris. At Pembroke, or at Ha'rford-west, in 2 Mess. In Kent, my liege, the Guilfords are in

Wales.

Stan. What men of name resort to him ? And every hour more competitors

Chris. Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned soldier ; Flock to the rebels, and their power grows strong.

Sir Gilbert Talbot, sir William Stanley ;
Enter another Messenger.

Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, sir James Blunt,

And Rice ap Thomas, with a valiant crew; 3 Mess. My lord, the army of great Bucking- And many other of great fame and worth: ham

And towards London do they bend their course, K. Rich. Out on ye, owls! nothing but songs of" If by the way they be not fought withal. death?

(He strikes him. Stan. Well, hie thee to thy lord; commend me There, take thou that, till thou bring better news.

to him ; 3 Mess. The news I have to tell your majesty, Tell him the queen hath heartily consented Is, — that, by sudden floods and fall of waters, He shall espouse Elizabeth her daughter. Buckinghain's army is dispers’d and scatter'd; These letters will resolve him of my mind. And he himself wander'd away alone,

Farewell.

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ACT V.

Blunt. He hath no friends, but who are friends SCENE I. Salisbury. An open Place.

for fear; Enter the Sheriff and Guard, with BUCKINGHAM, Which, in his dearest need, will fly from him. led to execution.

Richm. All for our vantage. Then, in God's

name, march : Buck. Will not king Richard let me speak with True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings, him?

Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. Sher. No, my good lord : therefore be patient.

[Exeunt. Buck. Hastings and Edward's children, Rivers, Grey,

SCENE III. - Bosworth Field.
Holy king Henry, and thy fair son Edward,
Vaughan, and all that have miscarried

Enter King RICHARD and Forces; the Duke or By underhand corrupted foul injustice :

Norfolk, Earl or SURREY, and others. If liat your moody discontented souls

K. Rich. Here pitch our tents, even here in BosDo through the clouds behold this present hour,

worth field. Even for revenge mock my destruction !

My lord of Surrey, why look you so sad ? This is All-Souls' day, fellows, is it not ?

Sur. My heart is ten times lighter than my looks. Sher. It is, my lord.

K. Rich. My lord of Norfolk, Buck. Why, then All-Souls' day is my body's

Nor.

Here, most gracious liege. doomsday.

K. Rich. Norfolk, we must have knocks; Ha! This is the day, which, in king Edward's time,

must we not? I wish'd might fall on me, when I was found Nor. We must both give and take, my loving lord. False to his children, or his wife's allies ::

K. Rich. Up with my tent: Here will I lie toThis is the day, wherein I wish'd to fall

night; By the false faith of him whom most I trusted :

[Soldiers begin to set up the King's tent. This, this All-Souls' day to my fearful soul, But where, to-morrow? — Well, all's one for that.Is the determin'd respite of my wrongs.

Who hath descried the number of the traitors ? That high All-seer which I dallied with,

Nor. Six or seven thousand is their utmost power. Hath turned my feigned prayer on my head,

K. Rich. Why, our battalia trebles that account: And given in earnest what I begg'd in jest. Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength, Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men Which they upon the adverse faction want. To turn their own points on their masters' bosoms : Up with the tent. - Come, noble gentlemen, Thus Margaret's curse falls heavy on my neck, Let us survey the vantage of the ground; When he, quoth she, shall split thy heart with sorrow, Call for some men of sound direction : Remember Margaret was a propheless. —

Let's want no discipline, make no delay; Come, sirs, convey me to the block of shame; For, lords, to-morrow is a busy day. (Ereunt. Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame. (Ercunt BuckingHAM, &c.

Enter, on the other side of the field, RICHMOND,

Sir William BrandON, OXFORD, and other SCENE II. - Plain near Tamworth.

Lords. Some of the Soldiers pitch RICHMOND'S Enter, with drum and colours, RICHMOND, Oxforn,

Richm. The weary sun hath made a golden set, Sir James Blunt, Sir WALTER HERBERT, and And, by the bright track of his fiery car, others, with Forces, marching.

Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow. Richm. Fellows in arms, and my most loving Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my standard. friends,

Give me some ink and paper in my tent; Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny,

I'll draw the form and model of our battle, Thus far into the bowels of the land

Limit each leader to his several charge, Have we march'd on without impediment; And part in just proportion our small power. And bere receive we from our father Stanley My lord of Oxford, — you, sir William Brandon, Lines of fair comfort and encouragement.

And you, sir Walter Herbert, stay with me: The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar,

The earl of Pembroke keeps his regiment; That spoild your summer fields, and fruitful vines, Good captain Blunt, bear my good night to him, Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his And by the econd hour in morning trough

Desire the earl to see me in my tent: In your embowellid bosoms, this foul swine Yet one thing more, good captain, do for me ; Lies now even in the center of this isle,

Where is lord Stanley quarter'd, do you know? Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn :

Blunt. Unless I have mista'en his colours much, From Tamworth thither is but one day's march (Which, well I am assur'd, I have not done,) Ja God's name, cheerly on, courageous friends, His regiment lies half a mile at least To reap the harvest of perpetual peace

South from the mighty power of the king. By this one bloody trial of sharp war.

Richm. If without peril it be possible, Orf. Every man's conscience is a thousand swords, Sweet Blunt, make some good means to speak with To fight against that bloody homicide.

him, Herb. I doubt not, but his friends will turn to us. And give him from me this most needful note,

tent.

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