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And who is England's king, but great York's heir?
Then, tell me, what makes he upon the feas?
Stand. Unless for that, my liege, I cannot guefs.
K. Rich. Unless for that he comes to be your liege,
You cannot guefs wherefore the Welfhman comes.
Thou wilt re olt, and fly to him, I fear. fnot.
Stanl. No, mighty liege; therefore miftrust me
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?
Stanl. No, my good lord, my friends are in the
north.
north,
K. Rich. Cold friends to me: What do they in the
When they thould ferve their fovereign in the weft?
Stand. They have not been commanded, mighty |
king:

Pleateth your majesty to give me leave,

I'll mufter up my friends; and meet your grace,
Where, and what time, your majefty thall pleafe.
K. Rich. Ay, ay, thou wouldst be gone to join
with Richmond:

But I'll not truft you, fir.

Stanl. Moft mighty fovereign,

K. Rh. Oh, I cry you mercy:
There is my purfe, to cure that blow of thuse.
Hath any well-advised friend proclaim'd
Reward to him that brings the traitor in? [llege.
3 M. Such proclamation hath been made, my
Enter another Meffinger.

4 M Sir Thomas Lovel, and lord marquis Dor.
is faid, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms. [iet,
But this good comfort bring I to your highness,—
The Bretagne navy is difpers'd by tempeft:
Richmond, in Dorfetfhire, fent out a boat
Unto the fhore, to afk thofe on the banks,
If they were his affiftants, yea, or no ;
Who anfwer'd him, they came from Buckingham
Upon his party: he, miftrufting them,
Hois'd fail, and made his courfe again for Bretagne.
K. Rich. March on, march on, fince we are up
If not to fight with foreign enemies, [in arms;
Yet to beat down there rebels here at home.

Enter Catesby.

Catef. My liege, the duke of Buckingham is taken,
That is the heft news; That the Earl of Richmond
Is with a mighty power landed at Milford,
Is colder news, but yet it must be told. [here,
K. Rich. Away towards Salisbury; while we reafon

You have no cause to hold my friendship doubtful; A royal battle might be won and loft :-
I never was, nor never will be falfe.

Some one take order, Buckingham be brought

K. Rich. Well, go, mufter thy men. But, hear To Salisbury ;-the reft march on with me.

you, leave behind

Your fon, George Stanley: look your heart be firm,
Or elfe his head's affurance is but frail.

Stanl. So deal with him, as I prove true to you.
[Exit Stanley.
Enter a Meffenger.
Mef. My gracious fovereign, now in Devonshire,
As I by friends am well advertifed,
Sir Edward Courtney, and the haughty prelate,
Bishop of Exeter, his elder brother,
With many more confederates are in arms.
Enter a Mellenger.

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2 Mef. In Kent, my liege, the Guilfords are in And every hour more competitors {arms; Flock to the rebels, and their power grows strong. Enter another Meffenger.

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Enter Lord Stanley, and Sir Chriftopher Urfwick.

Stanl. Sir Chriftopher 2, tell Richmond this from
That, in the ftye of this most bloody boar [me;-
My fon George Stanley is frank'd up in hold;
If I revolt, off goes young George's head;
The fear of that withholds my prefent aid.
But, tell me, where is princely Richmond now?
Chri. At Pembroke, or at Ha'rford-weft, in
Stanl. What men of name refort to him?[Wales.
Chri. Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned foldier;
Sir Gilbert Talbot, and Sir William Stanley;

3 Mef. My lord, the army of great Bucking-Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, Sir James Blunt,

ham

of death?

K. Rich. Out on ye, owls! nothing but fongs
[He frikes him.
There, take thou that, 'till thou bring better news.
3 M. The news I have to tell your majetty,
Is, that, by fudden floods and fall of waters,
Buckingham's army is difpers'd and (catter'd;
And he himself wander'd away alone,
No man knows whither.

And Rice ap Thomas, with a valiant crew;
And many other of great name and worth:
And towards London do they bend their course,
If by the way they be not fought withal. [to him;
Stanl. Well, hie thee to thy lord; commend me
Tell him, the queen hath heartily confented
He fhall efpoute Elizabeth her daughter.
Thefe letters will refolve him of my mind.
Farewel.
[ Excunt.

1 i. e. apponents. 2. The perfon who is called Sir Chriflopher here, appears by the Chronicles t have been Chrutopher Urfwick, a batchelor in divinity; and chaplain to the countefs of Richmond, who had intermarried with the lord Stanley. This priest, the history tells us, frequently want backwards and forwards, unfufpected, on meffages betwixt the countels of Richmond and her huiband, and the young earl of Richmond, will be was preparing to make his defcent on England. Dr. Jolinfon has obterved, that Sir was anciently a title affumed by graduates.

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In Gol's name, cheurly on, courageous friends,
To reap the hiriat of perpetual peace
By this one bly of sharp war.

Oxf. Every man' conflence is a tho Hand fwords,
To fight again't that bloody Domicile.

Het. I doubt not, but is frien is will turn to us. Blast. He has no friends, but who are friends for fear:

Holy king Henry, and thy fair fon Edward, [Grey,¦ Which, in his deareft need, will fly from i..m.

Vaughan, and all that have mifcarried
By underhand corrupted foul injustice;
If that your moody difcontented fouls

Do through the clouds behold this prefent hour,
Even for revenge mock my deftruction!-
This is All-Souls' day, fellows, is it not?
Sher. It is, my lord.

[doomsday.

Back. Why, then All-Soul's day is my bay's
Th's is the day, which, in king Edward's time,
1 with'd might fall on me, when I was found
Falfe to his children, or his wife's all es :
This is the day, wherein I with'd to fail
By the falle faith of him whom most I trusted:
This, this All-Souls' day to my fearful soul,
Is the determin'd refpite of my wrongs 2.
That high All-feer whom I ddly'd with,
Hata turn'd my feigned prayer on my head,
And given in earnest what I begg'd in fett.
Thus doth he force the fwords of wicked men
To turn their own points on their mafters' bofoms:
Tous Margaret's curfe fills heavy on my neck,-
W ́ven be, quoth she, shall fout the heart with arrow,
Remember Margaret wa, ap preti-
Come, firs, convey me to the block of fhame;
Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame.
[Exeunt Buckingham, &c.
SCENE II.

Tamworth, on the bonds of Leicesterfire. A comp.
Enter Henry Earl of Rend, Earl of Oxford, Sir
James Blart, Sir Walter Herbert, and others,
ath drum and colours.

Ricem. Follows in arms, and my most loving
Brus' underneath the joke of tyranny, [friend,
Thas far into the bowels of the land

Have we march'd on without impediment;
And here receive we from our father Stanley
Lines of fair comfort and encouragement.
The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar,
That fpoll'd your fummer field, and fruitful vines,
Swills your warm blood like wah, and makes lit
trough

In your embowell'd 3 bofoms,-this foul fwine
Lies now even in the centre of this ifle,
Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn:
From Tamworth thither, is but one day's march.

Rich. All for our vantage. Then, in God's

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Ne. We mit bota give and take, my loving K. Rib. Up with my tent: Here will I lie to[thatBut where, to-morrow?—Well, all's one for Who hath defcry'd the number of the traitors?

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Nor. Six or seven thousand is their utmost power.
K. Rich. Why, our battalla trebles that account:
Befides, the king's name is a tower of strength,
Which they upon the adverse faction want.—
Up with the tent -Come, noble gentlemen,
Let us furvey the vantage of the groual;—
Call for fome men of found direction+:—
Let's want no due pline, make no delay ;
¡For, lords, to-morrow is a busy day.
Enter on the other Fide of the field, Richmond, Sie
Willum Brandon, Oxfo d, Dot, &c.
R.br. The weary fun hath made a moldea fet;
And, by the bright track of las fiery car,
Give token of a goodly day tɔ-m>TOW.—
Sir William Brandon, you thall bear my ftandard.----
Ge me fome ink and paper in my tent ;-
I'll draw the form and model of our battle,
| Limit euch leader to his feveral charge,
And part in just proportion our fmall power.
My lord of Oxford,-you, Sir William Brand. 11,-
And you, Sir Walter Herbert, ftay with me:--
The earl of Pembroke keeps his regiment-
Good captain Blunt, bear my good night to him,

1 The reafon wlly the duke of Buckingham solicited an interview with the king, is explained in K Henry VIII. Act I. 2. c. the time to wh ca the punishment of his wrongs was restited. Wrong! here means wrongs done, or injurious practices. 3 i. e. ripped up. litary skill.

41. c. true judgement; tried

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A pair of bleeding hearts; thereon engrave,
Edward, and York; then, haply, will the weep:
Therefore prefent to her,—as fometime Margaret
Did to thy father, steep'd in Rutland's blood,--
A handkerchief; which, fay to her, did drain
The purple fap from her fweet brothers' bodies,
And bid her wipe her weeping eyes withal.
If this inducement move her not to love,
Send her a letter of thy noble deeds;

Tell her, thou mad it away her uncle Clarence,
Her uncle Rivers; ay, nd, for her fake,
Mad'ft quick conveyance with her good aunt
Anne.
[way
K. Rich. You mock me, madam; this is not the
To win your daughter.

Queen. There is no other way;
Unless thou could'st put on fome other shape,
And not be Richard that hath done all this.

K. Rich. Say, that I did all this for love of her?
Queen. Nay, then indeed, the cannot chufe but
hate thee,

Having bought love with fuch a bloody spoil 1.
K. Rich. Look, what is done cannot be now
amended:

Men fhall deal unadvifedly fometimes,
Which after-hours give leifure to repent.
If I did take the kingdom from your fons,

To make amends, I'll give it to your daughter.
If I have kill'd the iffue of your womb,
To quicken your encreafe, I will beget
Mine iffue of your blood upon your daughter.
A grandam's name is little less in love,
Than is the doting title of a mother;
They are as children, but one step below,
Even of your metal, of your very blood;
Of all one pain,-fave for a night of groans
Endur'd of her, for whom you bid like forrow.
Your children were vexation to your youth,
But mine fhall be a comfort to your age.
The lofs, you have, is but-a fon being king,
And, by that lofs, your daughter is made queen.
I cannot make you what amends I would,
Therefore accept fuch kindness as I can.
Dorfet your fon, that, with a fea ful foul,
Leads difcontented fteps in foreign foil,
This fair alliance quickly fhall call home
To high promotions and great dignity.

The king, that calls your beauteous daughter-wife,
Familiarly fhall call thy Dorfet-brother;
Again thall you be mother to a king,
And all the ruins of diftrefsful times
Repair'd with double riches of content.
What! we have many goodly days to fee:
The liquid drops of tears that you have shed,
Shall come again, transform'd to orient pearl;
Advantaging their loan, with intereft
Of ten times double gain of happiness.
Go then, my mother, to thy daughter go;
Make bold her bathful years with your experience;
Prepare her ears to hear a wooer's tale;

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ri. c. havock. 2 Bid is in the paft fenfe from bide. vitical law. See Leviticus xviii, 14.

3 Alluding to the prohibition in the Le

K. Rich

K. Rich. My father's death,—
Queen. Thy life hath that dishonour'd.
K. Rich. Then, by myself,-
Queen. Thyfelf is felf-mif-us'd.

K. Rich. Why then, by heaven,—

Queen. Heaven's wrong is most of all.
If thou didst fear to break an oath with heaven,
The unity, the king my husband made,
Had not been broken, nor my brother flain.
If thou hadft fear'd to break an oath by him,
The imperial metal, circling now thy head,
Had grac'd the tender temples of my child;
And both the princes had been breathing here,
Which now, two tender bed-fellows for dust,
Thy broken faith hath made a prey for worms.
What canft thou fwear by now?

[paft;

K. Rich. By time to come.
Queen. That thou haft wrong'd in the time o'er-
For I myself have many tears to wash
Hereafter time, for time paft, wrong'd by thee.
The children live, whofe parents thou haft flaugh-
ter'd,

Ungovern'd youth, to wail it in their age:
The parents live, whofe children thou haft

cher'd,

Old barren plants, to wail it with their age.
Swear not by time to come; for that thou haft
Mifus'd ere us'd, by times ill-us'd o'er-past.

Queen. I go.-Write to me very shortly,
And you shall understand from me her mind.
K. Rich. Bear her my true love's kits, and fo
farewel. King her. Exit Queen.
Relenting fool, and fhallow, changing-woman I
How now? what news?

Enter Ratcliff, and Catesby.

Rat. Moft mighty fovereign, on the western coaft

Rideth a puiffant navy; to the fhore

Throng many doubtful hollow-hearted friends,
Unarm'd, and unrefolv'd to beat them back:
'Tis thought, that Richmond is their admiral ;
And there they hull, expecting but the aid
Of Buckingham, to welcome them afhore.

K. Rich. Some light-foot friend post to the duke
of Norfolk ;-

Ratcliff, thyfelf,-or Catefby; where is he?
Catef. Here, my good lord.

K. Rich. Catefby, fly to the duke.

Catef. I will, my lord, with all convenient hafte. K. Rich. Ratcliff, come hither: Poft to Salisbury; but-When thou com'ft thither,—Dull unmindful villain, [To Catesby. Why stay'st thou here, and go'ft not to the duke? Catef. First, mighty liege, tell me your highnefs' pleasure,

K. Rich. As I intend to profper, and repent!
So thrive I in my dangerous attempt
Of hoftile arms! myfelf myfelf confound!
Heaven, and fortune, bar me happy hours!
Day, yield me not thy light; nor, night, thy reft!
Be oppofite all planets of good luck

To my proceeding, if, with pure heart's love,
Immaculate devotion, holy thoughts,

I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter!
In her confifts my happiness, and thine;
Without her, follows to myself, and thee,
Herfelf, the land, and many a chriftian foul,
Death, defolation, ruin, and decay :
It cannot be avoided, but by this;
It will not be avoided, but by this;
Therefore, dear mother, (I must call you fo)
Be the attorney of my love to her :
Plead what I will be, not what I have been;
Not my deferts, but what I will deferve:
Urge the neceflity and ftate of times,
And be not peevish found in great defigns.

Queen. Shall I be tempted of the devil thus?
K. Rich. Ay, if the devil tempt thee to do good.
Queen. Shall I forget myself, to be myself?
K. Rich. Ay, if your felf's remembrance wrong
yourself.

Queen. But thou didst kill my children.

K. Rich. But in your daughter's womb I bury
them :
Where, in that neft of fpicery 1, they fhall breed
Selves of themfelves, to your recomforture.

Queen. Shall I go win my daughter to thy will?
K. Rich. And be a happy mother by the deed.

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K. Rich. My mind is chang`d.-Stanley, what news with you?

Stanl. None good, my liege, to please you with the hearing;

Nor none fo bad, but well may be reported.

K. Rich. Heyday, a riddle! neither good, nor bad! What need'ft thou run fo many miles about, When thou may'ft tell thy tale the nearest way Once more, what news?

Stanl. Richmond is on the feas.

K. Rich. There let him fink, and be the feas
on him!

White-liver'd runagate, what doth he there?
Stanl. I know not, mighty fovereign, but by guess.
K. Rich. Well, as you guess? [Morton,

Stanl. Stirr'd up by Dorfet, Buckingham, and
He makes for England, here to claim the crown.
K. Rich. Is the chair empty? is the fword un-

fway'd?

Is the king dead the empire unpoffefs'd ?
What heir of York is there alive, but we!

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And who is England's king, but great York's heir?
Then, tell me, what makes he upon the feas?
Stanl. Unless for that, my liege, I cannot guefs.
K. Rich. Unless for that he comes to be your liege,
You cannot guefs wherefore the Welfhman comes.
Thou wilt revolt, and fly to him, I fear. [not.
Stanl. No, mighty liege; therefore mistrust me!
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?

K. Rich. Oh, I cry you mercy :

There is my purfe, to cure that blow of thise.
Hath any well-advifed friend proclaim'd
Reward to him that brings the traitor in? [liege.
3 M. Such proclamation hath been made, my
Enter another Mesenger.

4 Mef. Sir Thomas Lovel, and lord marquis Dor-
'Tis faid, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms. [íet,
But this good comfort bring I to your highness,-
The Bretagne navy is difpers'd by tempest:
Richmond, in Dorfetfhire, fent out a boat
Unto the fhore, to afk thofe on the banks,

Stanl. No, my good lord, my friends are in the 'If they were his affiftants, yea, or no ;

north.

[north, Who anfwer'd him, they came from Buckingham

K. Rich. Cold friends to me: What do they in the Upon his party: he, miftrufting them, When they thould serve their fovereign in the weft? | Hois'd fail, and made his course again for Bretagne. Stanl. They have not been commanded, mighty

king:

Pleafeth your majefty to give me leave,

I'll mufter up my friends; and meet your grace,
Where, and what time, your majefty shall please.
K. Rich. Ay, ay, thou wouldst be gone to join
with Richmond:

But I'll not truft you, fir.

Stanl. Mft mighty fovereign,

K. Rich. March on, march on, fince we are up If not to fight with foreign enemies, [in arms; Yet to beat down these rebels here at home.

Enter Catesby.

Catef. My liege, the duke of Buckingham is taken,
That is the beft news; That the Earl of Richmond
Is with a mighty power landed at Milford,
Is colder news, but yet it must be told. [here,
K. Rich. Away towards Salisbury; while we reafon

You have no cause to hold my friendship doubtful; A royal battle might be won and loft :—
I never was, nor never will be falfe.

K. Rich. Well, go, mufter thy men. But, hear
you, leave behind

Your fon, George Stanley: look your heart be firm,
Or elfe his head's affurance is but frail.
Stanl. So deal with him, as I prove true to you.
[Exit Stanley.
Enter a Messenger.
Mef. My gracious fovereign, now in Devonshire,
As I by friends am well advertifed,
Sir Edward Courtney, and the haughty prelate,
Bishop of Exeter, his elder brother,
With many more confederates are in arms.
Enter a Meffenger.

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2 Mef. In Kent, my liege, the Guilfords are in And every hour more competitors [arms; Flock to the rebels, and their power grows strong. Enter another Meffenger.

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Some one take order, Buckingham be brought
To Salisbury ;-the reft march on with me.

V.

SCENE
Lord Stanley's Houfe.

[Exeunt.

Enter Lord Stanley, and Sir Chriftopher Urfwick.

Stanl. Sir Chriftopher 2, tell Richmond this from
That, in the ftye of this most bloody boar [me;-
My fon George Stanley is frank'd up in hold;
If I revolt, off goes young George's head;
The fear of that withholds my prefent aid.
But, tell me, where is princely Richmond now?
Chri. At Pembroke, or at Ha'rford-weft, in
Stanl. What men of name refort to him?[Wales.
Chri. Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned foldier;
Sir Gilbert Talbot, and Sir William Stanley;

3 Mef. My lord, the army of great Bucking-Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, Sir James Blunt,

ham

of death?

K. Rich. Out on ye, owls! nothing but fongs
[He frikes him.
There, take thou that, 'till thou bring better news.
3 Mef. The news I have to tell your majetty,
Is, that, by fudden floods and fall of waters,
Buckingham's army is difpers'd and scatter'd ;
And he himself wander'd away alone,
No man knows whither.

And Rice ap Thomas, with a valiant crew;
And many other of great name and worth:
And towards London do they bend their courfe,
If by the way they be not fought withal. [to him;
Stanl. Well, hie thee to thy lord; commend me
Tell him, the queen hath heartily confented
He fhall efpoute Elizabeth her daughter.
Thete letters will refolve him of my mind.
Farewel.

[Excunt.

1 i. e. apponents. 2 The perfon who is called Sir Chriflopher here, appears by the Chronicles to have been Chriftopher Urfwick, a batchelor in divinity; and chaplain to the countefs of Richmond, who had intermarried with the lord Stanley. This prieft, the history tells us, frequently went backwards and forwards, unfufpected, on meffages betwixt the countels of Richmond and her huiband, and the young earl of Richmond, whit be was preparing to make his defcent on England. Dr. Johnfon has obferved, that S7 was anciently a title affumed by graduates..

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