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And Richmond, as we augur, is the admiral :
Of Buckingham, to welcome them ashore. [K. Richard.] Some light-foot friend post to the duke of Nor
Ratcliffe, thyself, --or Catesby,—where is he? [folk,[Catesby.] Here, my good lord. [K. Richard.] Catesby, fly to the duke:
Ratcliffe, come hither :-post to Salisbury;
Why stay'st thou there, and go’st not to the duke ? Catesby.] First, mighty liege, tell me your highness' pleaWhat from your grace I shall deliver to him. (sure,
(straight [K. Richard.] Oh true, good Catesby: bid him levy
The greatest strength and power he can raise,
[bury? [Ratcliffe.] What, may it please you, shall I do at Salis[K. Richard.] Why, what would'st thou do there before I go? [Ratcliffe.] Your highness told me I should post before. [K. Richard.] My mind is chang'd: go, and seek out more -Now, Stanley, what with you?
[news. [Stanley.) Richmond is on the seas, my lord. [K. Richard.] There let him sink, and be the seas on him;
White-liver'd runagate! what does he there ? [Stanley.] I know not, mighty sovereign, but by guess [K. Richard.] Well, as you guess ? [Stanley.] Stirr'd up by Dorset, Buckingham, and Morton,
He makes for England, here to claim the crown. [K. Richard.] Traitor the crown !
Is the chair empty ? is the sword unsway'd ?
Where is thy power, sir, to beat him back ?
To give the rebels conduct from their ships ? [Stanley.] My lord, my friends are ready in the north. [K. Richard.] The north! why, what do they do in the north,
When they should serve their sovereign in the west ? [Stanley.] They yet have had no orders, sir, to move :
If 'tis your royal pleasure they should march,
[mond !-ha ? [K. Richard.] What, thou 'd'st begone to join with Rich[Stanley.) Sir, you ’ve no cause to doubt my loyalty;
I never was, and never will be, false. [K. Richard.] Away, then, to thy friends, and lead them on
To meet me.-Hold, come back :-I will not trust thee:
Away! Now, Ratcliffe ? [Ratcliffe.] My liege, the army of the duke of Buckingham[K. Richard.] Out on ye, owls! nothing but songs of death? [Ratcliffe.] The news I have to tell your majesty
Is,—that by sudden floods and fall of waters,
No man knows whither.
Has any careful officer proclaim'd
[Ratcliffe.] Such proclamation has been made, my lord:
And here is he that took that charge upon him. [Officer.] My liege, the duke of Buckingham is taken. [K. Rich.] Off with his head !-80 much for Buckingham. [Officer.] My lord, I'm sorry I must tell more news. [K. Richard.] Out with it. [Officer.] The earl of Richmond, with a mighty power,
Is landed, sir, at Milford :
And Lovel, as I think, are up in Yorkshire. [K. Rich.] Why, ay, this looks rebellion.-Ho,—my horse !
By heaven, the news alarms my stirring soul.
Or fortune given me measure of revenge. We now imagine a change of place, from London to the country near Tamworth in Leicestershire. Henry earl of Richmond, at a temporary halt, addresses the leaders immediately around him; among whom are lord Oxford, Sir James Blunt, Sir William Brandon, and Sir Walter Herbert. [Richmond.] Thus far, into the bowels of the land
Have we march'd on without impediment.
[Brandon.] His best of friends, no doubt, will soon be ours.
[fear; [Richmond.] He has no friends but what are such through
We have no foes but what are such to heaven.
The words-St. George, Richmond, and Victory! Some thirty hours' interval supposed, will bring us to the eve of the battle. Richard is encamped on Bosworth field, and you may imagine him before his tent surrounded by his adherents, to whom he speaks : [K. Richard.] Ratcliffe,[Ratcliffe.] Here, my lord. [K. Richard.] Send out a pursuivant-at-arms
To Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his power
the forfeit of his cold delay.-
And all my armour laid into my tent ? [Catesby.] It is my liege: all is in readiness. [K. Richard.] Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge:
Use careful watch; choose trusty sentinels. [Norfolk.] Doubt not, my lord. [K. Richard.] Be stirring with the lark, good Norfolk. [Norfolk.] I shall, my lord.
[K. Richard.] Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow :
See that the staves are sound to all the lances,
And not too heavy. Is ink and paper ready ? [Catesby.] It is, my lord.
[a pause.] [K. Richard.] About the mid of night, come to my tent, And help to arm me : [a pause.] A good night, my
[friends. Richard retires within his tent, whither we will follow him. The corporeal frame of Richard, misshapen as it was, had thus far borne up his mental daring :--thus far he had set conscience at defiance, and scorned the better thoughts and feelings of his nature, that, if listened to, would have interfered with the single purpose he had set before him. But, under the incessant toil which his spirit had imposed, his frame at length begins to sink : the crisis of his fate is come: the thoughts of the past, and the uncertainty of the future, overcloud his mind : his nerves are harassed and jaded by erertions to meet his foes; by suspicion of his friends, by days and nights of watchfulness. Thus overcome, he throws himself on his couch and sleeps. What, under such circumstances, must be the character of his slumber? Who refuses to believe the poet when he tells us that the ghosts of king Henry, and his son stabbed at Tewkesbury, of the young princes, smothered in the Tower, -of Clarence, -of Hastings,—and of others in hideous succession-rise before his view, and threaten him ?- Look,-or imagine you look,---on the sleeping ty
, rant-see his face and his whole frame convulsed with horrid agitation ;- he starts from his couch,-he rushes, not yet quite awake, into the middle of his ample tent. [K. Rich.] Give me another horse, --bind up my wounds,
heaven! --Soft, 'twas but a dream ;But then so terrible, it shakes my soul: O coward conscience! how dost thou afflict me! What do I fear ? myself? there's none else by; Is there a murderer here ? no.—Yes ; 1 Fool! of thyself speak well, and love thyself.