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I had an Edward, till a Richard Lill'd him; Usurp the just proportion of my sorrow?
I had a husband, till a Richard kill'd him : Now thy proud neck bears hall my burden'd yoke,
Thou hadst an Edward, till a Richard kill'd him; From which even here I slip my wearied head,
Thou hadst a Richard, till a Richard kill'd him. And leave the burden of it all on thee.

Dutch. I had a Richard too, and thon didst kill him; Farewell, York's wife, and queen of sad mischance.
I had a Rutland too, thou holp'st to kill him. These English woes shall make me smile in France.
Q. Mar. Thou hadst a Clarence too, and Richard C. Eliz. O thou well skill'd in curses, stay a while,
kill'd him.

And teach me, how to curse mine enemies!
From forth the kennel of thy womb hath crept Q. Mar. Forbear to sleep the night, and fast the day!
A hell-hound, that doth huntas all to death : Compare dead happiness with living woe!
That dog, that had his teeth before his eyes, Think, that thy babes were fairer, than they were,
To worry lambs, and lap their gentle blood; And he, that slew them, fouler than he is !
That foui defacer of God's handy-work;

Bettering thy loss makes the bad-causer worse;
That excellent grand tyrant of the earth, Revolving this will teach thee, how to curse.
That reigns in galled eyes of weeping souls, Q. Eliz. My words are dull, 0, quicken them with
Thy womb let loose, to chase us to our graves.

O upright, just, and true, disposing God,

Q. Mar. Thy woes will make them sharp, and pierce How do I thank thee, that this carnal cur

like mine.

[Exit Q. Margaret. Preys on the issue of his mother's body,

Dutch. Why should calamity be full of words?
And makes her pew-fellow with others' moan ! Q. Eliz. Windy attorneys to their client woes,
Dutch. O, Harry's wife, triumph not in my woes; Airy succeeders of intestate joys,
God witness with me, I have wept for thive. Poor breathing orators of miseries!

Q. Mar. Bear with me! I am hungry for revenge, Let them have scope: thongh what they do impart
And now I cloy me with beholding it.

Help nothing else, yet do they ease the heart.
Thy Edward he is dead, that kill'd my Edward ; Dutch. If so, then be not tongue-ty'd! go with me,
Thy other Edward dead, to quit my Edward; And in the breath of bitter words let's smother
Young York he is but boot, because both they My damned son, that thy two sweet sons smother'd!
Match not the high perfection of my loss.

(Drum within.
Thy Clarence, he is dead, that stabb’d my Edward; I hear his drum, – be copious in exclaims !
And the beholders of this tragic play,

Enter King RICHARD, and his Train, marching.
The adulterate Hastings, Rivers, Vaughan, Grey, K. Rich. Whio intercepts me in my expedition?
Untimely smother'd in their dusky graves. Dutch. O, she, that might have intercepted thee,
Richard yet lives, hell's black intelligencer, By strangling thee in her accursed womb,
Only reserv'd their factor, to buy souls,

From all the slaughters, wretch, that thou hast done.
And send them thither: but at hand, at hand, Q. Eliz. Hid'st thou that forehead with a golden
Ensues his piteous and unpitied end :

Earth gapes, hell burns, fiends roar, saints pray,

Where should be branded, if that right were right,
To have him suddenly convey'd from hence.
Cancel his bond of life, dear God, I pray,

The slaughter of the prince, that ow'd that crown,

And the dire death of my poor sons, and brothers ?
That I may live to say, The dog is dead!
Q. Eliz. o, thou didst prophecy, the time would Durch. Thou toad, thou toad, where is thy brother

Tell me, thou villain-slave, where are my children?

That I should wish for thee to help me curse
That bottled spider, that foul bunch-back'd toad.

And little Ned Plantagenet, his son ?
Q. Mar. I call'd thee then, vain flourish of my Q. Eliz. Where is the gentle Rivers, Vaughan, Grey?

Dutch. Where is kind Hastings?
I call'd thee then, poor shadow, painted queen;

K.Rich.A flourish,trumpets! ---strike alarum,drums !

Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women
The presentation of but what I was,
The lattering index of a direful pageant,

Rail on the Lord's anointed! Strike, I say !-
One heard a high, to be hurld down below,

(Flourish. Alarums.
A mother only mock'd with two fair babes,

Either be patient, and entreat me fair,
A dream of what thou wast, a garish flag,

Or with the clamorous report of war
To be the aim of every dangerous shot,

Thus will I drown your exclamations.
A sign of dignity, a breath, a bubble,

Dutch. Art thou my son ?
A queen in jest, only to fill the scene.

K. Rich. Ay; I thank God, my father, and yourself.
Where is thy husband now? where be thy brothers ? Dutch. Then patiently hear my impatience!
Where be thy two sons? wherein dost thou joy?

K. Rich. Madam, I have a touch of your condition,
Who sues, and kneels, and says : God save the queen? That cannot brook the accent of reproof.

Dutch. O, let me speak!
Where be the bending peers, that flatter'd thee?
Where be the thronging troops, that follow'd thee?

K. Rich. Do, then! but I'll not hear.
Decline all this, and see what now thou art:

Dutch. I will be mild and gentle in


For happy wife, a most distressed widow;

K. Rich. And brief, good mother! for I am in haste.
For joyful mother, one that wails the name;

Dutch. Art thon so hasty? I have staid for thee,
For one being sued to, one that humbly sues;

God knows, in torment and in agony.
For queen, a very caitiff crown'd with care;

K. Rich. And came I not at last to comfort you?
For one that scorn'd at me, now scorn’d of me;

Dutch. No, hy the holy rood, thou know'st it well,
For one beivg fear'd of all, now fearing one;

Thou cam’st on earth, to make the earth my hell.
For one commanding all, obey'd of none.

grievous burden was thy birth to me;
Thus hath the course of justice wheel'd about,

Tetchy and wayward was thy infancy;
And left thee but a very prey to time,

Thy school-days, frightful, desperate, wild, and

Having no more but thought of what thou wert,
To torture thee the more, being what thou art. Thy prime of manhood, daring, bold, and venturous;
Thou didst usurp my place; and dost thou not Thy age confirm’d, proud, subtle, sly, and bloody,


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More mild, but yet more harmful, kind in hatred : Than ever you or yours by me were harm'd!
What comfortable hour canst thou name,

0. Eliz. What good is cover'd with the face of That ever grac'd me in thy company


K. Rich. Faith, none, but Humplirey Hour, that To be discover'd, that can do me good ?
call'd your grace

K. Rich. The advancement of your children, gentle
To breakfast once, forth of my company.
If I be so disgracious in your sight,

Q. Eliz. Up to some scaffold, there to lose their
Let me march on, and not offend you,


heads? Strike up the drum!

K. Rich. No, to the dignity and height of fortune, Dutch. I prythee, hear me speak!

The high imperial type of this earth's glory. K. Rich. You speak too bitterly.

Q. Eliz. Flatter my sorrows with repor: of it! Dutch. Hear me a word !


what state, what dignity, what honour, For I shall never speak to thee again.

Canst thou demise to any child of mine?.
K. Rich. So.

K. Rich. Even all I have; ay, and myself and all,
Dutch. Either thou wilt die,by God's just ordinance, Will I withal endow a child of thine,
Ere from this war thou turu a conqueror;

So in the Lethe of thy angry soul
Or I with grief and extreme age shall perish, Thou drown th: sad remembrance of those wrongs,
And never look upon thy face again.

Which, thou supposest, I have done to thee. Therefore, take with thee my most heavy curse, Q. Eliz. Be brief, lest that the process of thy kindWhich, in the day of battle, tire thee more, Than all the complete armour, that thou wear'st! Last longer telling, than thy kindness' date! My prayers on the adverse party fight;

K. Rich. Then know, that from my son! I love And there the little sonls of Edward's children

thy daughter. Whisper the spirits of thine enemies,

Q. Eliz. My daughter's mother thinks it with her And promise them success and victory!

soul. Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end;

K. Rich. What do


think? Shame serves thy life, and doth thy death attend. Q. Eliz. That thou dost love my daughter from


thy soul: Q. Eliz. Though far more cause, yet much less So, from thy soul's love, didst thou love her brothers; spirit to curse

And, from my heart's love, I do thank thee for it.
Abides in me,

say amen to her.

(Going. K. Rich. Be not so hasty to confound my meaning:
K. Rich. Stay, madam, I must speak a word with I mean, that with my soul I love thy daughter,

And do intend to make her queen of England.
Q. Eliz. I have no more sous of the royal blood, Q. Eliz. Well then, who dost thou mean shall be
For thee to murder: for my daughters, Richard, her king?
They shall be praying puns, not weeping queens ; K, Rich. Even he that makes her queen. Who
And therefore level not to hit their lives!

else should be?
K. Rich. You have a daughter callid – Elizabeth, 0. Eliz. What, thon?
Virtuous and fair, royal and gracions.

K. Rich. Even so. What think you of it, madam?
Q. Eliz. And must she die for this? 0, let her live, (. Eliz. How canst thon woo lier ?
And I'll corrupt her manuers, stain her beauty, K. Rich. That I would learn of you,
Slander myself, as false to Edward's bed,

As one being best acquainted with her humous.
Throw over her the veil of infamy.

Q. Eliz. And wilt thou learn of me?
So she may live unscarr'd of bleeding slaughter, K. Rich. Madam, with all my

I will confess, she was not Edward's daughter. 0. Eliz. Send to her, by the man, that slew her
K. Rich. Wrong not her birth! she is of royal blood. brothers,
Q. Eliz. To save her life, I'll say, she is not so. A pair of bleeding hearts; thereon engrave,
K. Rich. Her life is safest only in her birth. Edward, and York; then, haply, will she weep.
Q. Eliz. And only in that safety died her brothers. Therefore present to her, ---as sometime Margaret
K. Rich. Lo, at their births good stars were opposite. Did to thy father, steep'd in Ratland's blood, -
Q. Eliz. No, to their lives bad friends were contrary. A handkerchief; which, say to her, did drain
K. Rich. All unavoided is the doom of destiny, The purple sap from her sweet brother's body,
Q. Eliz. True, when avoided grace makes destiny: And bid her wipe her weeping eyes withal!
My babes were destin'd to a fairer death,

If this inducement move her not to love,
If grace had bless'd thee with a fairer life.

Send her a letter of thy noble deeds! K. Rich. You speak, as if that I had slain my cou- Tell her, thou mad'st away her uncle Clarence, sins.

Her uncle Rivers, ay, and for her sake, Q. Eliz. Consins,iudeed; and by their uncle cozen’d Mad'st quick conveyance with her good aunt Anne of comfort, kingdom, kindred, freedom, life,

K. Rich. You mock me, madam; this is not the way Whose hands soever lauc'd their tender hearts,

To win your daughter.
Thy head, all indirectly, gave direction :

0. Eliz. There is no other way;
No doubt the murderous knife was dull and blunt, Uuless thou could'st put on some other shape,
Till it was whetted on thy stone-hard heart, And not be Richard, that hath done all this.
To revel in the entrails of my lambs.

K. Rich. Say, that I did all this for love of her?
But that still use of grief makes wild grief tame, Q. Eliz. Nay, theu indeed, she cannot choose bal
My tongue shonld to thy ears not name my boys,

have thee, Till that my nails were anchord in thine eyes; Having bought love with such a bloody spoil. And I, in such a desperate bay of death,

K. Rich. Look, what is done, cannot be now amteuad

ed: Like a poor bark, of sails and tackling reft, Rosh all to pieces on thy rocky bosom.

Men shall deal unadvisedly sometimes,
X. Rich. Madam, so thrive I in my enterprize, Which after-hours give leisure to repent.
And dangerous success of bloody wars,

If I did take the kingdom froin your sons,
As I intend more good to you and yours, To make amends, I'll give it to your daughter.

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If I have kill'd the issue of your womb,

Q. Eliz. O, no, my reasons are too deep and dead ;-
To quicken your incrcase, I will beget

Too deep and dead, poor infants, in their graves.
Mine issue of your blood upon your daughter. K. Rich. Harp not on that string, madam! that
A grandam's name is little less in love,
Than is the doting title of a mother ;

Q. Eliz. Harp on it still shall I, till heart-strings
They are as children, but one step below,

Even of your mettle,of your very blood;

K. Rich. Now, by my George, my garter, and my
Of all one pain, — save for a night of groans

Endur'd of her, for whom you bid like sorrow. Q. Eliz. Profan'd, dishonour'd, and the third usurp'd.
Your children were vexation to your youth,

K. Rich. I swear.
But mine shall be a comfort to your age.

l. Eliz. By nothing; for this is no oath.
The loss, you have, is but -- a son being king, Thy George, profan'd, hath lost his holy hononr;
And, by that loss! your daughter is made queen. Thy garter, blemishı’d, pawn’d his knightly virtue;
I cannot make you what amends I would, Thy crown, usurp’d, disgrac'd his kingly glory.
Therefore accept such kindness as I can!

If something thou would’st swear to be believ'd,
Dorset, your son, that, with a fearful soul, Swear then by something, that thou hast not wrong'd.
Leads discontented steps in foreign soil,

K. Rich. Now, by the world,
This fair alliance quickly shall call home

Q. Eliz. 'Tis full of thy foul wrongs.
To high promotions and great dignity :

K. Rich. My father's death,
The king, that calls your beauteous daughter, wife, Q. Eliz. Thy life hath that dishonour'd.
Familiarly shall call thy Dorset brother;

K. Rich. Then, by myself,
Again shall you be mother to a king,

Q. Eliz. Thyself is self misus’d.
And all the ruins of distressful times

H. Rich. Why then, by God, -
Repair'd with double riches of content.

Q. Eliz. God's wrong is most of all.
What! we have many goodly days to see:

If thou had'st fear'd to break an oath by him,
The liquid drops of tears, that you have shed, The unity, the king thy brother made,
Shall come again transform’d to orient pearl, Had not been broken, nor my brother slain.
Advantaging their loan, with interest

If thou had'st fear'd to break an oath by him,
Of ten-times double gain of happiness.

The imperial metal, circling now thy head,
Go then, my mother, to thy daughter go!

Had grac'd the tender temples of my child;
Make bold her bashful years with your experience! And both the princes had been breathing here,
Prepare her ears to hear a wooer's tale!

Which now, two tender bed-fellows for dust,
Put in her tender heart the aspiring flame

Thy broken faith hath made a prey for worms.
of golden sov’reiguty! acquaint the princess What canst thou swear by now?
With the sweet silent hours of marriage joys! K. Rich. By the time to come.
And when this arm of mine hath chastised

Q. Eliz. That thou hast wronged in the time o'erpast;
The petty rebel, dull-braiu'd Buckingham, For I myself have many tears to wash
Bond with triumphant garlands will I come, Hereafter time, for time past, wrong'd by thec.
And lead thy daughter to a conqueror's bed; The children live, whose parents thou hast slaught-
To whom I will retail my conquest won,

And she shall be sole victress, Caesar's Caesar. Ungovern’d youth, to wail it in their age;
Q. Eliz. What were I best to say? her father's The parents live, whose children thou hast butcher'd,

Old barren plants, to wail it with their age.
Would be her lord? Or, shall I say, her uncle? Swear not by time to come! for that thou hast
Or, he that slew her brothers, and her uncles ? Misus'd cre used, by times ill-ut'd o'er-past.
Under what title shall I woo for thee,

K. Rich. As I intend to prosper, and repent !
That God, the law, my honour, and her love, So thrive I in my dangerous attempt
Can make seem pleasing to her tender years? Of hostile arms! myself myself confound!
K. Rich. Infer fair England's peace by this alliance ! Heaven, and fortune, bar me happy hours!
Q. Eliz. Which she shall purchase with still lasting Day, yield me not thy light, nor, night, thy rest!

Be opposite all planets of good luck
K. Rich. Tell her, the king, that may command. To my proceeding, if, with pure heart's love,

Immaculate devotion, holy thoughts,
Q. Eliz. That at her hands, which the king's King I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter !

In her consists my happiness, and thine;
K. Rich. Say, she shall be a high and mighty queen! Without her, follows to myself, and thee,
Q. Eliz. To wail the title, as her mother doth. Herself, the land, and many a Christian soul,
K. Rich. Say, I will love her everlastingly, Death, desolation, ruin, and decay.
( Eliz. But how long shall that title, ever, last? It cannot be avoided, but by this;
K. Rich. Sweetly in force unto her fair life's end. It will not be avoided, but by this.
Q. Eliz. But how long fairly shall her sweet life Therefore, dear mother, (I must call you so,)

Be the attorney of my love to her!
K. Rich. As long, as heaven,and nature,lengthens it. Plead what I will be, not what I have been;
P. Eliz. As long, as hell, and Richard, likes of it. Not my deserts, but what I will deserve!
K. Rich. Say, I, her sov'reign, am her subject low! Urge the necessity and state of times,
Q. Eliz. But she, your subject, loaths such sor- And be not peevish found in great designs!

Q. Eliz, Shalll be tempted of the devil thus ?
K. Rich. Be eloquent in my behalf to her! K. Rich. Ay, if the devil tempt thee to do good.
Q. Eliz. An honest tale speeds best, being plainly 0. Eliz. Shall I forget myself, to be myself?

K. Rich. Ay, if your self's remembrance wrong
K. Rich. Then,in plain terms tell her my loving tale! yourself.
Q. Eliz. Plain, and not honest, is too harsh a style. 0. Eliz. But thou didst kill my children.'
K. Rich. Your reasons are too shallow and too quick. K. Rich. But in your daughter's womb I bury them


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Where, in that pest of spicery, they shall breed K. Rich. Cold friends to me! What do they in
Selves of themselves to your recomforture.

the north,
Q. Eliz. Shall I go win my daugliter to thy will? When they should serve their sovereign in the west?
K. Rich. And be a happy mother by the deed. Stan. They have not been commanded, mighty king:
Q. Eliz. I go. - Write to me very sliortly, Pleaseth your majesty to give me leave,
And you shall understand from me her mind. I'll muster up my friends, and meet your grace,
K. Rich, Bear her my true love's kiss, and so fare- Where, and what time, your majesty'shall please.

K. Rich. Ay, ay, thon wouldst be gone to join with
[Kissing her. Exit Q. Elizabeth, Richmond :
Relenting fool, and shallow, changing – woman! I will not trust yoa, sir!
How now? what news?

Stan. Most mighty sovereign,
Enter RATCLIFF; Catesby following. You have no cause to hold my friendship doubtful;
Rat. Most mighty sovereign, on the western coast I never was, nor never will be false.
Rideth a puissant navy; to the shore

K. Rich. Well, go, muster men! bat, hear you, leave
Throng many doubtful hollow-hearted friends,

behind Unarm'd, and unresolv'd to beat them back: Your son, George Stanley! look, your heart be firm, 'Tis thought, that Richmond is their admiral ;

Or else his head's assurance is but frail. And there they hull, expecting but the aid

Stan. So deal with him, as I prove true to you. Of Buckingham, to welcome them ashore.

[Exit Stanley K. Rich. Some light-foot friend post to the Duke

Enter a Messenger. of Norfolk:

Mess. My gracious sovereign, now in Devonshire,
Ratclill, thyself, - or Catesby; where is he? As I by friends am well advertised,
Cate. Here, my good lord !

Sir Edward Courtney, and the haughty prelate,
K. Rich. Catesby, fly to the duke!

Bishop of Exeter, his elder brother,
Cate. I will, my lord, with all convenient haste. With many more confederates, are in arms.
K. Rich. Ratcliil, come hither! Post to Salisbury!

Enter another Messenger.
When thou com’st thither,-- dull uamindful villain, 2 Mess. In Kent, my tiege, the Guildfords are in

[To Catesby. arms ;
Why stay'st thou here, and go'st not to the duke? And every hour more competitors
Cate. First, mighty liege, tell me your highness' Flock to the rebels, and their power grows strong.

Enter another Messenger. What from your grace I shall deliver to him. 3 Mess. My lord, the army of great Buckingham, K. Rich. O, true, good Cateshy, Bid him levy K. Rich. Out on ye, owis! nothing but songs of straight

death? The greatest strength and power, he can make, There, take thou that, till thou bring better news! And meet me suddenly at Salisbury.

3 Mess. The news, I have to tell your majesty, Cate. I go.

(Exit. Is, that by sudden floods and fall of waters,
Rat. What, may it please you shall I do at Salisbury? Buckingham's army is dispers’d and seatter'd,
K. Rich. Why, what would'st thou do there, before And he himself wander'd away alone,
I go?

No man knows whithier.
Rat. Your highness told me, I should post before. K. Rich. O, I cry you mercy!

There is my purse, to cure that blow of thine.
K. Rich. My mind is chang’d. Stanley, what Hath any well-advised friend proclaim'd
news with you?

Peward to him, that brings the traitor in? Stan. None good, my liege, to please you with the 3 Mess. Such proclamation hath been made my liege! hearing;

Enter another Messenger. Nor none so bad, but well may be reported. 4 Mess. Sir Thomas Lovel, and lord marquis Dorset, K. Rich. Heyday, a riddle! neither good, nor bad! 'Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in armis

. What need'st thou run so many miles about, But this good comfort bring I to your highness, -When thou may'st tell thy tale the nearest way? The Bretagne navy is dispers’d by tempest: Once more, what news?

Richmond, in Dorsetshire, sent out a boat
Stan. Richmond is on the seas.

Unto the shore, to ask those on the banks,
K. Rich. There let him sink, and be the seas on him ! if they were his assistants, yea, or no;
White-liver'd runagate, what doth he there? Who answer'd him, they came from Backingham
Stan. I know not, mighty sovereign, but by guess. Upon his party: he, mistrusting them,
K. Rich. Well, as you guess?

Hois'd sail, and made his course again for Bretagne. Stan. Stirr'd-up by Dorset, Buckingham, and Morton, K. Rich. March on, march on, since we are up is He makes for England, here to claim the crown. arms,

K. Rich. Is the chair empty ? is the sword unsway'd? If not to fight with foreign enemies,
Is the king dead? the empire unpossess'd?

Yet to beat down these rebels here at home.
What heir of York is there alive, but we?

And who is England's king, but great York's heir? Cate. My liege, the duke of Buckingham is taken,
Then, tell me, what makes he upon the seas? That is the best news ; that the Earl of Richmond
Stan. Unless for that, my liege, I cannot gress. Is with a mighty power landed at Milford,

K. Rich. Unless for that he comes to be your liege, Is colder news, but yet they must be told.
You cannot guess, wherefore the Welshman comes. K. Rich. Away towards Salisbury! while we reason
Thou wilt revolt, and fly to him, I fear.

Stan. No, mighty liege; therefore mistrust me not! A royal battle might be won and lost.

K. Rich. Where is thy powerther, to beat him back? Some one take order, Buckingham be brought
Where be thy tenants, and thy followers ? To Salisbury ; -- the rest march on with me! [Exeunt.
Are they not now upon the western shore,
Safe-conducting the rebels from their ships ? SCENE V. - A room in Lord Stanley's house.
Stan. No, my good lord, my friends are in the north. Enter Stanley and Sir ChristopheR UNSWICE.

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Stan. Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this from me : Swills your warm blood, like wash, and makes his
That, in the sty of this most bloody boar,

My son George Stanley is frank'd up in hold; In your embowell'd bosoms; this foul swine
If I revolt, off goes young George's head;

Lies now even in the centre of this isle,
The fear of that withholds my present aidl. Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn :
But, tell me, where is princely Richmond now? From Tamworth thither is but one days march.
Chris. At Pembroke, or at lia’rford-west, in Wales. In God's name, cheerly on, courageous friends,
Stan. What men of name resort to him? To reap the harvest of perpetual peace
Chris. Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned soldier; By this one bloody trial of sharp war!
Sir Gilbert Talbot, sir William Stanley;

Oxf. Every man's conscience is a thousand swords,
Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, sir James Blunt, To fight against that bloody homicide.
And Rice ap Thomas, with a valiant crew;

Herb. I doubt not but his friends will turn to us.
And many other of great fame and worth.

Blunt. He hath no friends, but who are friends
And towards London do they bend their course, for fear,
If by the way they be not fought withal.

Which, in his dearest need, will fly from him.
Stan. Well, hie thee to thy lord! commend me to Richm. All for our vantage! Then, in God's name,

Tell him the queen hath heartily consented, True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings,
He shall espouse Elizabeth her daughter.

Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.
These letters will resolve him of my mind.

Farewell! [Gives papers to Sir Christopher.

SCENE III. — Bosworth Field.
(Exeunt. Inter King RICHARD, and Forces; the Duke of

Norfolk, Earl of SURLEY, and Oihers.
K. Rich. Here pitch our tents,

even here in Bos-

worth field !
SCENE I. Salisbury. An open place. My lord of Surrey, why look you so sad?
Enter the Sheriff, and Guard, with Buckingham, Sur. My heart is ten times lighter, than my looks.
led to execution.

K. Rich. My lord of Norfolk, -
Buck. Will notking Richard let me speak with him? Nor. Here, most gracious liege !
Sher. No, my good lord; therefore be patient! K. Rech. Norfolk, we must have knocks; – ha !
Buck. Hastings, aud Edward's children, Rivers, Grey, must we not?
Holy king Henry, and thy fair son Edward,

Nor. We must both give and take, my loving lord!
Vaughan, and all that have miscarried

K. Rich. Up with my tent! Here will Ilie to-night! By underhand corrupted foul injustice;

[Soldiers begin to set up the King's tent. If that your moody discontented souls

But where to-morrow? — Well, all's one for that.
Do through the clouds behold this present hour, Who hath descried the number of the traitors?
Even for revenge mock my destruction !

Nor. Six or seven thousand is their utmost power.
This is All-Souls' day, fellows, is it not?

K. Rich. Why, our battalia trebles that account.
Sher. It is, my lord.

Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength,
Buck. Why, then All-Souls' day is my body's dooms- Which they upon the adverse faction want.

Up with the tent !- Come, noble gentlemen,
This is the day, which, in king Edward's time, Let us survey the vantage of the ground !
I wish'd might fall on me, when I was found Call for some men of sound direction !-
False to his children, or his wife's allies:

Let’s want no discipline, make no delay!
This is the day, wherein I wish’d to fall

For, lords, to-morrow is a busy day! (Exeunt.
By the false faith of him, whom most I trusted; Enter, on the other side of the ficld, RICHON,
This, this All-Souls' day to my fearful soul,

Sir Willia3 BRANDON, OXFORD, and other Lords.
Is the determin'd respite of my wrongs.

Some of the Soldiers pitch Richmond’s tent.
That high All-seer, which I dallied with,

Richm. The weary sun hath made a golden set,
Hath turn’d my feigned prayer on my head, And, by the bright track of his fiery car,
And given in earnest, what i begg’d in jest. Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow. –
Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my standard.
To turn their own points on their masters' bosoms: Give me some ink and paper in my tent ! -
Thus Margaret's curse falls heavy on my neck,

l'lf draw the form and model of our battle,
When he , quoth she, shall split thy heart with Limit each leader to his several charge,

And part in just proportion our small power,
Remember Margaret was a prophetess!

My lord of Oxford, you, sir William Brandon,
Come, sirs, convey me to the block of shame! And you, sir Walter Herbert, stay with me!
Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame. The earl of Pembroke keeps his regiment;
[Exeunt Buckingham, etc. Good captain Blunt, bear my good-night to him,

And by the second hour in the morning
SCENE II. - Plain near Tamworth. Desire the earl to see me in my tent!-
Enter, with drum and colours, RICHMOND, OXFORD, Yet one thing more, good captain, do for me!
Sir James Blunt, Sir Walter HERBERT, and Others, Where is lord Stanley quarter'd, do you know?
with Forces, marching.

Blunt. Unless I have mista'en his colours much,
Richm. Fellows in arms, and my most loving friends, (Which, well I am assur’d, I have not doue,)
Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny,

Dis regiment lies half a mile at least
Thus far into the bowels of the land

South from the mighty power of the king.
Have we march'd on without impediment;

Richm. If without peril it be possible,
And here receive we from our father Stanley Sweet Blunt, make some good means to speak with
Lines of fair comfort and encouragement.

The wretched, bloody, and usarpiog boar, And give him from me this most needful note!
That spoild your summer fields, and fruitful vines, Blunt. Upon my life, my lord, I'll undertake it;

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