Bishop of Exeter, his elder brother, With many more confederates, are in arms. Enter another Messenger. 2 Mess. In Kent, my liege, the Guildfords are in arms; And every hour more competitors® Flock to the rebels, and their power grows strong. Enter another Messenger. death? 3 Mess. My lord, the army of great BuckinghamK. Rich. Out on ye, owls! nothing but songs of [He strikes him. There, take thou that, till thou bring better news. 3 Mess. The news I have to tell your majesty, Is,-that, by sudden floods and fall of waters, Buckingham's army is dispers'd and scatter'd ; And he himself wander'd away alone, No man knows whither. K. Rich. O, I cry you mercy: There is my purse, to cure that blow of thine. Hath any well-advised friend proclaim'd Reward to him that brings the traitor in? 3 Mess. Such proclamation hath been made, my liege. Enter another Messenger. 4 Mess. Sir Thomas Lovel, and lord marquis Dorset, 'Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms. 8 more competitors-] That is, more opponents to us, or rather associates with them. Unto the shore, to ask those on the banks, Who answer'd him, they came from Buckingham Hois'd sail, and made his course again for Bretagne.. K. Rich. March on, march on, since we are up in arms; If not to fight with foreign enemies, Yet to beat down these rebels here at home. Enter CATESBY. Cate. My liege, the duke of Buckingham is taken, That is the best news; That the earl of Richmond Is with a mighty power landed at Milford, Is colder news, but yet they must be told." K. Rich. Away towards Salisbury; while we reason here,' A royal battle might be won and lost:- SCENE V. A Room in Lord Stanley's House. [Exeunt. Enter STANLEY and Sir CHRISTOPHER URSWICK.2 Stan. Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this from 9 me: they must be told.] This was the language of Shakspeare's time, when the word news was often considered as plural. while we reason here,] i. e. while we talk here. 2 Sir Christopher Urswick.] The person, who is called Sir Christopher here, and who has been styled so in the Dramatis Persona of all the impressions, was Christopher Urswick, a bachelor in divinity; and chaplain to the Countess of Richmond, who had intermarried with the Lord Stanley. This priest, the That, in the sty of this most bloody boar, Stan. What men of name resort to him? Chris. Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned soldier; Sir Gilbert Talbot, sir William Stanley; Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, sir James Blunt, And Rice ap Thomas, with a valiant crew; And many other of great fame and worth: And towards London do they bend their course, If by the way they be not fought withal. Stan. Well, hie thee to thy lord; commend me to him; Tell him, the queen hath heartily consented These letters will resolve him of my mind. [Gives Papers to Sir CHRISTOPHer. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. Salisbury. An open Place. Enter the Sheriff, and Guard, with BUCKINGHAM, led to Execution. Buck. Will not king Richard let me speak with him? history tells us, frequently went backwards and forwards, unsuspected, on messages betwixt the Countess of Richmond, and her husband, and the young Earl of Richmond, whilst he was preparing to make his descent on England. He was afterwards Almoner to King Henry VII. and retired to Hackney, where he died in 1521. Sher. No, my good lord; therefore be patient. Holy king Henry, and thy fair son Edward, Do through the clouds behold this present hour, Buck. Why, then All-Souls' day is my body's 3 This is the day, which, in king Edward's time, Come, sirs, convey me to the block of shame; Exeunt BUCKINGHAM, &c. 3 Is the determin'd respite of my wrongs.] Hanmer has rightly explained it, the time to which the punishment of his wrongs was respited. Wrongs in this line means wrongs done, or injurious practices. SCENE II. Plain near Tamworth. Enter, with Drum and Colours, RICHMOND, OxFORD, Sir JAMES BLUNT, Sir Walter Herbert, and Others, with Forces, marching. Richm. Fellows in arms, and my most loving' friends, Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny, In your embowell'd bosoms, this foul swine Oxf. Every man's conscience is a thousand swords, To fight against that bloody homicide. Herb. I doubt not, but his friends will turn to us. Blunt. He hath no friends, but who are friends for fear; Which, in his dearest need, will fly from him. Richm. All for our vantage. Then, in God's name, march: |