To win your daughter. Q. Eliz. There is no other way; Unless thou could'st put on some other shape, And not be Richard that hath done all this. K. Rich. Say, that I did all this for love of her? Q. Eliz. Nay, then indeed, she cannot choose but have thee, Having bought love with such a bloody spoil. K. Rich Look, what is done cannot be now amended: To make amends, I'll give it to your daughter. · Mine issue of your blood upon your daughter. The king, that calls your beauteous daughter-wife, Again shall you be mother to a king, And all the ruins of distressful times Repair'd with double riches of content. What! we have many goodly days to see: Q. Eliz. What were I best to say? her father's brother Would be her lord? Or shall I say, her uncle? K. Rich. Infer fair England's peace by this alliance. K. Rich. Say, I will love her everlastingly. K. Rich. Be eloquent in my behalf to her. told. K. Rich. Then, in plain terms tell her my loving tale. Q. Eliz. Plain, and not honest, is too harsh a style. K. Rich. Your reasons are too shallow and too quick. Q. Eliz. O, no, my reasons are too deep and dead ;Too deep and dead, poor infants, in their graves. K. Rich. Harp not on that string, madam; that is past. Q. Eliz. Harp on it still shall I, till heart-strings break. K. Rich. Now, by my George, my garter, and my K. Rich. Why then, by God,Q. Eliz. God's wrong is most of all. If thou hadst fear'd to break an oath by him, K. Rich. For I myself have many tears to wash Hereafter time, for time past, wrong'd by thee The parents live, whose children thou hast butcher'd, K. Rich. As I intend to prosper, and repent! I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter! Without her, follows to myself, and thee, Plead what I will be, not what I have been; Q. Eliz. Shall I be tempted of the devil thus? Q. Eliz. But thou didst kill my children. K. Rich. But in your daughter's womb I bury them: Where, in that nest of spicery, they shall breed Selves of themselves, to your recomforture. Q. Eliz. Shall I go win my daughter to thy will? K. Rich. And be a happy mother by the deed. Q. Eliz. I go.-Write to me very shortly, And you shall understand from me her mind. K. Rich. Bear her my true love's kiss, and so farewell. [Kissing her. Exit Q. Eliz. Relenting fool, and shallow, changing-woman! How Dow? what news? Enter Ratcliff; Catesby following. Rat. Most mighty sovereign, on the western coast "Tis thought, that Richmond is their admiral ; K. Rich. Some light-foot friend post to the duke of -Ratcliff, thyself,-or Catesby; where is he? Why stay'st thou here, and go'st not to the duke? Cute. First, mighty liege, tell me your highness' pleasure, What from your grace I shall deliver to him. K. Rich. O, true, good Catesby;-Bid him levy straight The greatest strength and power he can make, Cate. I go. [Exit. Rat. What, may it please you, shall I do at Salisbury? K. Rich. Why, what would'st thou do there, before I go? Bat. Your highness told me, I should post before. Enter Stanley. K. Rich. My mind is chang'd.-Stanley, what news with you? Stan. None good, my liege, to please you with the bearing; Nor none so bad, but well may be reported. K. Rich, Heyday, a riddle! neither good nor bad! What need'st thou run so many miles about, When thou may'st tell thy tale the nearest way? Once more, what news? K. Rich. There let him sink, and be the seas on him! White-liver'd runagate, what doth he there? Stan. I know not, mighty sovereign, but by guess. K. Rich. Well, as you guess? Stan. Stirr'd up by Dorset, Buckingham, and Mor ton, He makes for England, here to claim the crown. Stan. Unless for that, my liege, I cannot guess. Stan. No, mighty liege; therefore mistrust me not. K. Rich. Where is thy power then, to beat him back? Where be thy tenants, and thy followers? Are they not now upon the western shore, Safe-conducting the rebels from their ships? Stan. No, my good lord, my friends are in the north. K. Rich. Cold friends to me: what do they in the north, When they should serve their sovereign in the west? Stan. They have not been commanded, mighty king: Pleaseth your majesty to give me leave, I'll muster up my friends; and meet your grace, I will not trust you, sir. Stan. Most mighty sovereign, You have no cause to hold my friendship doubtful; I never was, nor never will be false. K. Rich. Well, go, muster men. But, hear you leave behind Your son, George Stanley; look, your heart be firm, Enter a Messenger. Mes. My gracious sovereign, now in Devonshire, As I by friends am well advertised, Sir Edward Courtney, and the haughty prelate, Bishop of Exeter, his elder brother, With many more confederates, are in arms. Enter another Messenger. 2 Mes. 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. 3 Mes. My lord, the army of great Buckinghamof K. Rich. Out on ye, owls! nothing but songs death? [He strikes him There, take thou that, till thou bring better news. 3 Mes. 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. 3 Mes. Such proclamation hath been made, my liege. Enter another Messenger. 4 Mes. Sir Thomas Lovel, and lord Marquis Dorset, 'Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms. But this good comfort bring I to your highness,— The Bretagne navy is dispers'd by tempest: Richmond, in Dorsetshire, sent out a boat Unto the shore, to ask those on the banks, If they were his assistants, yea, or no ; Who answer'd him, they came from Buckingham Upon his party: he, mistrusting them, 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 :-- Some one take order, Buckingham be brought SCENE V.-A Room in Lord Stanley's House. En- Tell him, the queen hath heartily consented [Gives papers to Sir Chris. Exeunt. m ACT V. SCENE I-Salisbury. An open Place. Enter the Sheriff, and Guard, with Buckingham, led to execution. Buckingham. WILL not king Richard let me speak with him? 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 dooms day. This is the day, which, in king Edward's time, I wish'd might fali on me, when I was found By the false faith of him whom most I trusted; Come, sirs, convey me to the block of shame; Enter with SCENE II-Plain near Tamworth. Rich. Fellows in arms, and my most loving friends, Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny, Thus far into the bowels of the land That spoil'd your summer fields, and fruitful vines, 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. Rich. All for our vantage. Then, in God's name, march: True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings, Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. [Exeunt. SCENE III-Bosworth Field. Enter King Richard and Forces; the Duke of Norfolk, Earl of Surrey, and others. K. Rich. Here pitch our tents, even here in Bos worth field. -My lord of Surrey, why look you so sad? Here, most gracious liege. K. Rich. Norfolk, we must have knocks; Ha! must we not? Nor. We must both give and take, my loving lord. K. Rich. Up with my tent: Here will I lie to-night; [Soldiers begin to set up the King's Tent. But where, to-morrow?-Well, all's one for that.Who hath descried the number of the traitors? Nor. Six or seven thousand is their utmost power. Enter on the other side of the field, Richmond, Sir William Brandon, Oxford, and other Lords. Some of the Soldiers pitch Richmond's Tent. Rich. The weary sun hath made a golden set, And, by the bright track of his fiery car, Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my standard.Give me some ink and paper in my tent ;I'll draw the form and model of our battle, Limit each leader to his several charge, And part in just proportion our small power. My lord of Oxford,-you, sir William Brandon,And you, sir Walter Herbert, stay with me: The earl of Pembroke keeps his regiment ;~~ Good captain Blunt, bear my good night to him, And by the second hour in the morning Desire the earl to see me in my tent:Yet one thing more, good captain, do for me; Where is lord Stanley quarter'd, do you know? Blunt. Unless I have mista'en his colours much, (Which, well I am assur'd, I have not done,) His regiment lies half a mile at least South from the mighty power of the king. Rich. If without peril it be possible, Sweet Blunt, make some good means to speak with him, And give him from me this most needful note. Blunt. Upon my life, my lord, I'll undertake it; And so, God give you quiet rest to-night! Rich. Good night, good captain Blunt. Come, gen- Let us consult upon to-morrow's business; [They withdraw into the Tent. Enter, to his Tent, King Richard, Norfolk, Ratcliff, and Catesby. K. Rich. What is't o'clock? It's nine o'clock. K. Rich. It's supper time, my lord; I will not sup to-night. Give me some ink and paper. What, is my beaver easier than it was? And all my armour laid into my tent? Cate. It is, my liege; and all things are in readiness. K. Rich. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge; Use careful watch, choose trusty sentinels. K. Rich. Saw'st thou the melancholy lord Northum berland? Rat. Thomas the earl of Surrey, and himself, Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have.➡ K. Rich. Bid my guard watch; leave me, About the mid of night, come to my tent And help to arm me.-Leave me, I say. [King Richard retires into his Tent. Exeunt Ratcliff and Catesby. Richmond's Tent opens, and discovers him and his Stan. Fortune and victory sit on thy helm! Stan. I, by attorney, bless thee from thy mother, Rich. Good lords, conduct him to his regiment: I'll strive, with troubled thoughts, to take a nap; Lest leaden slumber peise me down to-morrow, When I should mount with wings of victory: Once more, good night, kind lords and gentlemen. [Exeunt Lords, &c. with Stanley. O Thou! whose captain I account myself, Look on my forces with a gracious eye; Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath, That they may crush down with a heavy fall The usurping helmets of our adversaries! Make us thy ministers of chastisement, That we may praise thee in thy victory! To thee I do commend my watchful soul, Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes; Sleeping, and waking, O, defend me still! The Ghost of Prince Edward, Son to Henry the Sixth, rises between the two Tents. [Sleep Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow! [To K. Rich Think, how thou stabb’dst me in my prime of youth At Tewksbury; Despair therefore, and die!— Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wronged souls Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf: King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thec. The Ghost of King Henry the Sixth rises. Ghost. When I was mortal, my anointed body [To K. Rich By thee was punched full of deadly holes ; Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror! [To Rich. I, that was wash'd to death with fulsome wine, Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster, [To Rich. [To K. Rich. Rivers, that died at Pomfret! Despair, and die! Grey. Think upon Grey, and let thy soul despair! [To K. Rich. Vaugh. Think upon Vaughan ; and, with guilty fear, Let fall thy lance! Despair, and die !- [To K. Rich. All. Awake! and think, our wrongs in Richard's bosom [To Richm. Will conquer him ;-awake, and win the day! The Ghost of Hastings rises. Ghost. Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake; [To K. Rich. And in a bloody battle end thy days! The Ghosts of the two young Princes rise. Ghosts. Dream on thy cousins smother'd in the Tower; Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard, Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake in joy; The Ghost of Queen Anne rises. And Richard falls in height of all his pride. [The Ghosts vanish. King Richard starts out of his dream. K. Rich. Give me another horse,-bind up my wounds, Have mercy, Jesu !-Soft; I did but dream.- Is there a murderer here? No;-Yes; I am: Methought, the souls of all that I had murder'd Rat. My lord, K. Rich. Who's there? Rat. Ratcliff, my lord, 'tis I. The early village cock Hath twice done salutation to the morn; What thinkest thou? will our friends prove all true? K. Rich. Ghost. Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard, wife, Ghost. The first was I, that help'd thee to the crown; [To K. Rich. The last was I that felt thy tyranny: Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers, [Exeunt King Richard and Rateliff. Richmond wakes. Enter Oxford and others. Lords. Good morrow, Richmond. Rich. 'Cry mercy, lords, and watchful gentlemen, That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard here. Lords. How have you slept, my lord? Rich. The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding dreams, That ever enter'd in a drowsy head, Have I since your departure had, my lords. Methought, their souls, whose bodies Richard murder'd, Came to my tent, and cried-On! victory! I promise you, my heart is very jocund In the remembrance of so fair a dream. |