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is past.

usurp'd.

go.

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

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

K. Rich. But in your daughter's womb I bury Q. Eliz. 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.

Q. Eliz. I Write to me very shortly, K. Rich. I swear.

And you shall understand from me her mind. Q. Eliz.

By nothing : for this is no oath. K. Rich. Bear her my true love's kiss, and so Thy George, profan’d, hath lost his holy honour;

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

[Kissing her. Exit Q. ELIZABETH. Thy 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. K. Rich. Now by the world,

Enter RATCLIFF; Catesby following. Q. Eliz. '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. Eliz.

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. Eliz.

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, Ki 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 slain. 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 here, 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 worins.

[To CatesbY. What canst thou swear by now?

Why stay'st thou here, and go'st not to the duke? K. 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 have 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's, Cate. I

go.

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

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

bury? Mis-us’d ere 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. Of 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,

Slan. None good, my liege, to please you with lınmaculate devotion, holy thoughts,

the hearing; I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter ! 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, llerself, 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 Therefore, dear mother, (I must call you so,)

him ! Be the attorney of my love to her.

White-liver'd runagate, what doth he there? Plead what I will be, not what I have been ;

Stan. I know not, mighty sovereign, but by guess. Not 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. K. Rich. Ay, if the devil tempt thee to do good. K. Rich. Is the chair empty? Is the sword unQ. Eliz. Shall I forget myselt, to be myself?

sway'd ?

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not.

king:

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, m, Stan. Unless for that, my liege, I cannot guess.

liege. K. Rich. Unless for that he comes to be

your liege,

Enter another Messenger.
You cannot guess wherefore the Welshman comes.
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,

'Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms. K. 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; Stan. No, my good lord, my friends are in the Who answer’d him, they came from Buckinghain 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 u When they should serve their sovereign in the west ?

in arms; Stan. They have not been commanded, mighty If not to fight with foreign enemies,

Yet to beat down these rebels here at home.
Pleaseth your majesty to give me leave,

Enter CATESBY.
I'll muster up my friends; and meet your grace,
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.
Stan.
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 : – K. 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,

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

SCENE V. - A Room in Lord Stanley's House. [Erit Stanley.

Enter STANLEY and Sir CHRISTOPHER URSWICK. Enter a Messenger.

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

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

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

The fear of that withholds my present aid.

But, tell me, where is princely Richmond now? Enter another Messenger.

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. Buckingham's army is dispers’d and scatter'd; These letters will resolve him of my mind. And he himself wander'd away alone,

Farewell. [Gives papers to Sir CuRISTOPHER No man knows whither.

[Ereunt K. Rich.

0, I cry you mercy :

me :

arms;

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 Aies 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 OF By underhand corrupted foul injustice :

NORFOLK, Earl of SURREY, and others. If that 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 determind 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. (Ercunt. 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.

Lords. - Plain near Tamworth.

Some of the Soldiers pitch Richmond's

tent. Enter, with drum and colours, RICHMOND, OXFORD,

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 impeurment;

And part in just proportion our small power. And here 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 spoil'd your summer fields, and fruitful vines, Good captain Blunt, bear my good night to him, Swills your warm blood like wash, and inak vo bis And by the second hour in the morning trough

Desire the earl to see me in my tent: In your embowell'd bosoms, this foul swin

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,) In 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.

Blunt. Upon my life, my lord, I'll undertake it ; ( Of bloody strokes, and mortal-staring war, And so, God give you quiet rest to-night!

I, as I may, (that which I would, I cannot,) Richm. Good night, good captain Blunt. Come, With best advantage will deceive the time, gentlemen,

And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms : Let us consult upon to-morrow's business ;

But on thy side I may not be too forward, In to my tent, the air is raw and cold.

Lest, being seen, thy brother tender George [They withdraw into the tent. Be executed in his father's sight.

Farewell : The leisure and the fearful time
Enter, to his tent, King RICHARD, Norfolk,

Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love,
RATCLIFF, and CATESBY.

And ample interchange of sweet discourse,
K. Rich. What is't o'clock ?

Which so long sunder'd friends should dwell upon ; Cate. It's supper time, my lord ;

God give us leisure for these rites of love! It's nine o'clock,

Once more, adieu : Be valiant, and speed well! K. Rich. I will not sup to-night.

Richm. Good lords, conduct him to his regiment : Give me some ink and paper.

I'll strive, with troubled thoughts, to take a nap; What, is my beaver easier than it was?

Lest leaden slumber peise me down to-morrow, And all my armour laid into iny tent?

When I should mount with wings of victory : Cate. It is, my liege; and all things are in rea- Once more, good night, kind lords and gentlemen. diness.

[Exeunt Lords, fc. with STANLEY. K. Rich. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge ;

O Thou ! whose captain I account myself, Use careful watch, choose trusty sentinels.

Look on my forces with a gracious eye; Nor. I go, my lord.

Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath, K. Rich. Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle That they may crush down with a heavy fali Norfolk.

The usurping helmets of our adversaries ! Nor. I warrart you, my lord.

[Erit. Make us thy ministers of chastisement, K. Rich. Ratcliff,

That we may praise thee in thy victory! Rat. My lord ?

To thee I do commend my watchful soul, K. Rich. Send out a pursuivant at arms

Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes; To Stanley's regiment: bid him bring his power Sleeping, and waking, 0, defend me still ! [Sleeps. Before sun-rising, lest his son George fall

The Ghost of Prince Edward, son to IIENRY THE Into the blind cave of eternal light.

Sixth, rises between the two lents. Fill me a bowl of wine. Give me a watch :

[ To Catesby. Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow ! Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow.

[To King Richard. Look that my staves be sound, and not too heavy.

Think, how thou stab’ust me in my prime of Ratcliff,

youth Rat. My lord ?

At Tewksbury; Despair therefore, and die ! K. Rich. Saw'st thou the melancholy lord Nor- Be cheerful, Richmond ; for the wronged souls thumberland ?

Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf: Rat. Thomas the earl of Surrey, and himself, King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thee. Much about cock-shut time, from troop to troop, Went through the army cheering up the soldiers.

The Ghost of King HENRY THE Sixth rises. K. Rich. I am satisfied. Give me a bowl of Ghost. When I was mortal, my anointed body wine :

[ To King RICHARD. I have not that alacrity of spirit,

By thee was punched full of deadly holes : Nor cheer of mind that I was wont to have.

Think on the Tower and me; Despair, and die ; So, set it down. Is ink and paper ready ?

Harry the Sixth bids thee despair, and die. Rat. It is, my lord.

Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror! K. Rich. Bid my guard watch ; leave me.

[T. RICHMOND. About the mid of night, come to my tent,

Harry, that prophecy d thou should'st be king, And help to arın me. — - Leave me, I say.

Doth comfort thee in thy sleep; Live, and flourish! [King Richard retires into his lent. Ereunt RATCLIFF and CATESBY.

The Ghost of CLARENCE rises.

Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow! RICHMOND's tent opens, and discovers him and his

[To King Richard. Officers, &c.

I, that was wash'd to death with fulsome wine, Enter Stanley.

Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death!

To-morrow in the battle think on me, Slan. Fortune and victory set on thy helm ! And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair, and die ! Richm. All comfort that the dark night can Thou oflspring of the house of Lancaster, afford

[To RICHMOND. Be to thy person, noble father-in-law !

The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee; Tell me how fares our loving mother?

Good angels guard thy battle! Live, and flourish! Stan. I, by attorney, bless thee from thy mother, Who prays continually for Richmond's good :

The Ghosts of Rivers, Grey, and Vaughan rise. So much for that. —- The silent hours steal on, Riv. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to morrow, And Haky darkness breaks within the cast.

(To King RICHARD. In brief, for so the season bids us be,

Rivers, that died at Pomfret! Despair, and die! Prepare thy battle early in the morning;

Grey. Think upon Grey, and let thy soul de And put thy fortune to the arbitrement

spair !

[To King RICHARD

Vaugh. Think upon Vaughan ; and, with guilty | O, no: alas, I rather hate myself, fear,

For hateful deeds committed by myself. Let fall thy lance! Despair, and die!

I am a villain : Yet I lie, I am not.

[To King RICHARD. Fool, of thyself speak well: – Fool, do not flatter. All. Awake! and think, our wrongs in Richard's My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, bosom

[ To RICHMOND. And every tongue brings in a several tale, Will conquer him ; — awake, and win the day! And every tale condemns me for a villain.

Perjury, perjury, in the high’st degree,
The Ghost of Hastings rises.

Murder, stern murder, in the dir’st degree;
Ghost. Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake, All several sins, all us'd in each degree,

[To King Richard. Throng to the bar, crying all, — Guilty ! guilty ! And in a bloody battle end thy days!

I shall despair. - There is no creature loves me ; Think on lord Hastings; and despair, and die ! And, if I die, no soul will pity me:Quiet untroubled soul, awake, awake!

Nay, wherefore should they ? since that I myself

(70 RICHMOND. Find in myself no pity to myself. Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake! Methought, the souls of all that I had murder'd

Came to my tent: and every one did threat The Ghosts of the two young Princes rise.

To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard. Ghosts. Dream on thy cousins smother'd in the Tower,

Enter RATCLIFF.
Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard,

Rat. My lord,
And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death! K. Rich. Who's there?
Thy nephews' souls bid thee despair, and die.

Rat. Ratcliff, my lord ; 'tis I. The early village Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake in

cock joy;

Hath twice done salutation to the morn; Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy! Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour. Live, and beget a happy race of kings !

K. Rich. O, Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fearful Edward's unhappy sons do bid thee flourish.

dream!

What thinkest thou, will our friends prove all true? The Ghost of Queen Anne rises.

Rat. No doubt, my lord. Ghost. Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne K. Rich.

Ratcliff, I fear, I fear,thy wife,

Rat. Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of shadows, That never slept a quiet hour with thee,

K. Rich. By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Now fills thy sleep with perturbations :

Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard, To-morrow in the battle think on me,

Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers, And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair, and die ! Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond. Thou, quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep; It is not yet near day. Come, go with me;

(T. RICHMOND. Under our tents I'll play the eaves-dropper, Dream of success and happy victory;

To hear if any mean to shrink from me. Thy adversary's wife doth pray for thee.

[Exeunt King RICHARD and RATCLIFF. The Ghost of BUCKINGHAM rises.

Richmond wakes. Enter OXFORD and others. Ghost. The first was I, that help'd thee to the Lords. Good morrow, Richmond. crown;

[To KING RICHARD. Richm. 'Cry mercy, lords, and watchful gentlemen, The last was I that felt thy tyranny :

That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard here. 0, in the battle think on Buckingham,

Lords. How have you slept, my lord ? And die in terror of thy guiltiness!

Richm. The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death ;

dreams, Fainting, despair ; despairing, yield thy breath! That ever enter'd in a drowsy head, I died for hope, ere I could lend thee aid : Have I since your departure had, my lords.

[To RICHMOND. Methought, their souls, whose bodies Richard murBut cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay'd :

der'd, God, and good angels, fight on Richmond's side ; Came to my tent, and cried On! victory! And Richard falls in height of all his pride.

I promise you, my heart is very jocund [The Ghosts vanish. King RICHARD starts In the remembrance of so fair a dream. out of his dream.

How far into the morning is it, lords? K. Rich. Give me another horse, — bind up my Lords. Upon the stroke of four. wounds,

Richm. Why, then 'tis time to arm, and give diHave mercy, Jesu! — Soft ; I did but dream.

rection. - [He advances to the troops. O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! More than I have said, loving countrymen, The lights burn blue. — It is now dead midnight. The leisure and enforcement of the time Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. Forbids to dwell on : Yet remember this, What do I fear? myself? there's none else by : God, and our good cause, fight upon our side ; Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I.

The prayers of holy saints, and wronged souls, Is there a murderer here ? No;— Yes; I am: Like high-rear'd bulwarks, stand before our faces; Then fly, What, from myself? Great reason : Richard except, those, whom we fight against, Why?

Had rather have us win, than him they follow. Lest I revenge.

What? Myself on myself? For what is he they follow ? truly, gentlemen, I love myself. Wherefore ? for any good,

A bloody tyrant, and a homicide; That I myself have done unto myself?

One rais'd in blood, and one in blood establish'd ;

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