Enter another Messenger. 4. Mess. Sir Thomas Lovel and Lord Marquis Dorset, 520 'Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms. 525 Hois'd sail and made his course again for Brittany. 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. Re-enter Catesby. Cate. My liege, the Duke of Buckingham is taken; That is the best news. mond 530 That the Earl of Rich 535 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. Some one take order Buckingham be brought SCENE V Flourish. [Lord Derby's house.] Enter Derby and Sir Christopher [Urswick]. 540 Exeunt. Der. Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this from me, 5 But, tell me, where is princely Richmond now? Chris. At Pembroke, or at Ha'rford-west, in Wales. 10 Der. 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 name and worth ; And towards London do they bend their power, If by the way they be not fought withal. Der. Well, hie thee to thy lord; I kiss his hand. My letter will resolve him of my mind. Farewell. 15 20 [Gives letter, and] exeunt. ACT FIFTH SCENE I [Salisbury. An open place] Enter [the Sheriff, and] Buckingham, with halberds, led to execution. Buck. Will not King Richard let me speak with him? Sher. No, my good lord; therefore be patient. Buck. Hastings, and Edward's children, Grey and Holy King Henry and thy fair son Edward, Do through the clouds behold this present hour, This is All-Souls' day, fellow, is it not? Sher. It is [my lord]. 10 Buck. Why, then All-Souls' day is my body's doomsday. This is the day which, in King Edward's time, I wish'd might fall on me, when I was found By the false faith of him whom most I trusted; 15 20 This, this All-Souls' day to my fearful soul sorrow, Remember Margaret was a prophetess." 26 Come, lead me, officers, to the block of shame; SCENE II [The camp near Tamworth] Enter Richmond, Oxford, Blunt, Herbert, and others, with drum and colours. Richm. Fellows in arms, and my most loving friends, Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny, Thus far into the bowels of the land Have we march'd on without impediment; That spoil'd your summer fields and fruitful vines, Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his trough In your embowell'd bosoms, this foul swine Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn. By this one bloody trial of sharp war. 10 15 Herb. I doubt not but his friends will turn to us. Blunt. He hath no friends but what are friends for fear, 20 Which in his dearest need will fly from him. Richm. All for our vantage. Then, in God's name, march! True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings; SCENE III [Bosworth Field.] Enter King Richard, in arms, with Norfolk, the Earl of Surrey, Ratcliff [and others]. K. Rich. Here pitch our tent, even here in Bosworth field. My Lord of Surrey, why look you so sad? |