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I Go's name, chorison, courageous freads, Saltaryo

To reap the har:16 setetu? peace

By this one hlxal!uf hurp wir. Eric tie Speriff, Buckingham, led !s extiniz. Oxf. Every miniscence is a hoiandiwords, B.. WILL ILL nu! king Richard let me speak To fight 200 th: 5) rimce. with him!?

Heri. I dirbt nos, b: low friends will suro K. Sher. So, my good lord; therefore be patient. Blist. He had no triens, but wio are fr.inds Buck. Huitings, and Edward's chiidren, Rivers,

for fear; Holy king Henry, and thyfair son Edwards Grey, Which, in his dearest neel, will Ay from him. Vaughan, and all that have miscarried

Ricbe. All for our vantage.

Then, in God's By underhand corrupted foul injustice;

name march : lí that your moody discontented fouls

True hope is twist, and Hics with wallow's wings; Do through the cioais behold this preient hour, King it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. Even for revenge mock my deftruction !

Exeunt. This is All-Souls' day, fellows, is it not?

SCEYE III. Sber. It is, my lord.

drumday. Back W., then All-Svul's day is my body's

Resor:h !!.. Tirs is the day, which, in king Edward's time,

Er:er Kim. Ribuid 12 w long wiibose Duke of NorI wih'd might fail on me, when I was found

fail, Fari sf Surrey, and others. File so his children, or his wife's allies :

K. Rieb. Here pitch cur tent, even here in Bora T:nis is the day, where I with’d to fall

With Filld. By the false faith of him whom most I truftel: My lont of Sirrs, why look you so tad? This, this All-Souls' day to my fearful soul, S: r. My heart is en times ligbier than my looks. Is the determin'd refpile of my wrongs 2.

6. Ricb. M; lord of Sörfuk,That high All-feer whom I dally'd with,

Nr. Here, most gracious lege. Hau cum'd my feignied prayer on my tend, K. Ricb. Vorfok, we must have knocks ; H:! And given in eameit what I beggih in lett.

muit we no?

[lord. This doch he force the swords of wicked men No. Wem It buta give and take, my loving To turn their own points on their moters' bufoms: Ki Rich. Cp with my tent: Here will I lielo Tous Margaret's curse flis heavy on my neck,

night; Hren be, gunth she, shalifmiteha heart witborrow, Put where, to-morrow?-Well, all's one for Remember Manzarei wa, a papeete's.

Who hath defcry'd the number of the traitor? Come, sirs, convey me to the back of theme ; Nor. Six or ieven thouíand is their utmost power. Wrong buih but wrong, and blame the due of blame. K. Rieb. Why, our battalia treb'es that account: [Exeunt Buckingham, &c. Besides, the king's name is a tower of strengt'.,

sich the; upon the adverie faction want.-SCENE II.

Up with the tent -Come, ncble gentlemen, Tamwortb, on the inn; of Leicefierfrire. A camp. Ler us furvey the vantage of the groua! ;-Erier Henry Earl of R.mend, Earl of Oxford, Sir: Call for fome men of found direction+:

James Blunt, Sir Waiter Herteri, and oilers, Let's want no diie pline, make na delay; witb drum and colors.

For, lords, ta-morrow is a busy duy. Rom. Fejows in arms, and my most loving Frill on the other fide of the fiel!, Richmond, Sir Bruisa underneath the yoke of tyranny, [friend, Wiliun Brand-n, Oxfo.d, D.71, c. Ti far into the bowels of the land

Ri, br. Tie ucury fun kita made a goldea fet; Hare we tarch on without impediment;

, bi the brighi tr.:ck of luis fiery 02, And here receive we from our father Stanley Give token of a goodiy dry tɔ-morow.Lines of fair comfort and encouragement. Sir William Brandon, yju ihall bear my standard.. The wre:ched, bloodly, and ufurping boar, Gue me some ink and paper in my tent; That fpoild your summer field, and fruitful vines, I'll draw the form and minel of our battle, Swills your warm biood like wah, and makes leader w hi feveral charge, trough

And part in jut our ímall power. In your embowell'd 3 boroms,-this foul swine My lord of Oxford,—-yoli, Sir William Brand-1,Lies now even in the centre of this ine,

And you, Sir Walter Herbert, ftay with me :-Nes to the town of Leicester, as we learn :

The earl of Pembroke keeps his regiment; From Tamworth thither, is but one day's march. Good captain Biunt, bear my good nigin to him,

I The reason why the duke of Buckingham folicited an interview with the king, is explained in % Hent, VIII. Achl. 2 i. c. the time to wh ch the punish nent of his wrongs was rulined. Iliruna, Rere means wrongs done, or injurious practices. 3 i. e. tipped up. 41. e. uue judgement; ined wiary ikil.

A pair of bleeding hearts; thereon engrave, Put in her tender heart the aspiring flame
Edwar!, and York; then, haply, will she weep : Of golden fov’reignty; acquaint the princes
Therefore present to her,—as sometime Margaret With the sweet silent hours of marriage joys ;
Did to thy father, steep'd in Rutland's blood, - And when this arm of inine hath chastised
A landkerchief; which, say to her, did drain The petty rehel, dull-brain d Buckingham,
The purple tap from her tweet brothers' bodies, Bound with triumphant garlands will I come,
And bid her wipe her weeping eyes withal. And ieail try daughter to a conqueror's bed;
If this inducement move her not to love,

To whom I will retail my conquest won,
Send her a letter of thiy noble deeds;

And the shall be fole victiess, Cæsar's Cæsar. Tell her, thou mad'It away her uncle Clarence, Queen. What were I best to say her father's Her uncle Rivers; ay, and, for her fake,

brother Mad'It quick conveyance with her good aunt Would be her lord ? Or shall I say, her uncle? Anne.

(Way Or, he that flew her brothers, and her uncles ? K. Rich. You mock me, madain ; this is not the l'uder what title shall I woo for thee, To win your daughter.

That God, the law, my honour, and her love, weer. There is no other way ;

Can make seem pleasing to her tender years? Unleis thou could'st put on fome other shape, K. Ritb. Infer fair England's peace by this And not be Richard that hath dene all this.


war. K. Rich. Say, that I did all this for love of her ? Quein. Which she shall purchase with still latting Queen. Nay, then indeed, the cannot chufe but K. Rich. Tell her the king, that may command, hate thee,

entreats Having bouglit love with such a bloody spoil!. Queen. That at her hands, which the king's K. Rich. Look, what is done cannot be now

King forbids 3.

[queen. amendeu :

K. Ricb. Say, the fall be a high and migliy Men shall deal unadvitedly sometimes,

Queen. To wail the title, as her mother doth. Which after-hours give leisure to repent.

K. Ricb. Say, I will love her everlastingly. If I did take the kingdom from your fons,

een. But how long shall that title, ever, laft ? To make amends, I'll give it to your daughter. hi Riib. Sweetly in force unto her fair life's end. If I have kill'd the illue of your womb,

ren. But how long fairly shall ber sweet life To quicken your encreuse, I will beget

(it. Mine issue of your blood upon your daughter. X. Rich. As long as heaven, and nature, lengthens A grandam's name is little less in love,

en. As long as hell, and Richard, likes of it. Then is the doting title of a mother;

X. Rich. Say, I, her fov'reign, am her subject They are as children, but one itep below,


(ror'reignty. Even of your metal, of your very blood;

on. But the, your subject, loaths such Of all one pain,-1.sve tor a night of groans

Ái Riib. Be eloquent in my behalf to her. Endu'd of her, for vi hom you bid - like forrow. QenAn honeft tale speeds best, being plainly Your children were vexation to your youth,


(tale. But mine thall be a comfort to your age.

K. Rich. Then, in plain terms tell her my loving Thc loss, you have, is but-ion being king, Curen. Plain, and not honest, is too harsh a style. Anl, by that lors, your daughter is made quten. ár Rich. Your reasons are too shallow and 100 I cannot make you what aniendo would,


[dead ;Therefore accept such kindness as I can.

Queen. O, no, my reasons are too deep and Dorset your son, that, with a fearful foul, Two deep and dezd, poor infants, in their graves. Leads discontented steps in foreign roil,

K. Rib. Harp not on that itring, madam ; that This fair alliance quickly Thall call home

is pait.

[break. To high promotions and great dignity.

iren. Harp on it still shall 1, 'till heart-strings The king, that calls your beauteous daughter--wife, K. Rich. Now, by my george, my garter, and my Familiarly Thall call thy Dorset-brother;

crown, Again thall you be mother to a king,

Queer. Profan'd, lithonour'd, and the third usurp'u. And all the ruins of distressful times

K. Rich. I swear. Repair’d with double riches of content.

Queen. By nothing; for this is no oath. What! we have many goodly days to see : The george, profan'd, hath lost his holy honour ; “The liquid drops of tears that you have ihel, The garter, blemith'u, patvn'd his knightly virtue;

Shall come again, transform'd to orient pearl ; The crown, ufurp’d, disgrac d his kingly glory: Advantaging their loan, with interest

If fomething thou wouldft swear to be believ'd, Of ten times double gain of happiness.

Swear then by something that thou hast not Go then, my mother, to thy daughter go ;

wrong'd. Make bold her bathful years with your experience ; X. Rick. Now by the world, Prepare her ears to hear a wooer's tale ;

Queen. 'Tis full of thy foul wrongs. 1 i. c. havock. 2 Bid is in the past feníc from bide. 3 Alluding to the prohibition in the Levitical law. See Leviticus xviii, 14.

K. Rich

X. Rich. My father's death,

Queen. I go.-Write to me very shortly,
Queen. Thy life liath that dishonoar'd.

And you shall understand from me her mind.
K. Rich. Then, by myself,

K. Rich. Bear her my true love's kiis, and so
Queen. Thyself is self-mis-us’d.

farewel. [Kiling her. Exit Queen. K. Rich. Why then, by heaven,

Relenting fool, and shallow, changing_Woman !
Queen. Heaven's wrong is most of all. How now? what news?
If thou didt fear to break an oath with heaven,

Enter Ratcliff, and Catesby.
The unity, the king my husband made,
Had not been broken, nor my brother Nain.

Rat. Most mighty sovereign, on the western

1f thou hadft feard to break an oath by him,
The imperial metal, circling now thy head,

Rideth a puissant navy ; to the shore
Had gracd the tender temples of my child;

Throng many doubtful hollow-hearted friends,

Unarm'd, and unresolv'd to beat them back:
And both the princes had been breathing here,

'Tis thought, that Richmond is their admiral ;
Which now, two tender bed-fellows for duit,
Thy broken faith hath male a prey for worms.

And there they hull, expecting but the aid
What canst thou swear by now?

Of Buckingham, to welcome them ashore.
K. Rich. By time to come.

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

of Norfolk ;-
Queen. That thou hast wrong'd in the time o'er-
For I myself have many tears to walh

Ratcliff, thyself,or Catesby; where is he?
Hereafter time, for time patt, wrong'd by thee.

Cates. Here, my good lord.
*The children live, whose parents thou hast naugh-

K. Rich. Catesby, fly to the duke.

Cares. I will, my lord, with all convenient hatte. ter'd,

K. Rich. Ratcliff, come hither : Poft to Salisbury;
Ungovern d youth, to wail it in their age :
The parents' live, whose children thou bait but- When thou com'ít thither,—Dull unmindful villain,

[To Catchy. Old buren plants, to wail it with their age.

Why stay'st thou here, and go'st not to the duke? Swear not by time to come ; for that thou hast

Catef. First, mighty liege, tell me your highnefs' Misus’d ere us'd, by times ill-us'd c'er-past.

K. Ricb. As I intend to prosper, and repent !

What from your grace I shall deliver to him.
So thrive I in my dangerous attempt

K. Rich. O, true, good Catesby ;-Bid him levy
Of hostile arms! myself myself confound !

Heaven, and fortune, bar me happy hours !

The greatest strength and power he can make;
Day, yield me not thy light; nor, night, thy rest! And meet me suddenly at Salisbury.
Be opposite all planets of good luck

Cates. I go.

[Exit. Tomy proceeding, if, with pure heart's love,

Rat. What, may it please you, shall I do at Immaculate devocion, holy thoughts,


[I go? I tender not chy beauteous princely daughter !

K. Rich. Why, what wouldst thou do there, before In her confifts my happiness, and thine ;

Rat. Your highness told me, I thould post

Without her, follows to myself, and thee,
Herself, the land, and many a chriftian foul,

Enter Lord Stanley.
Death, desolation, ruin, and decay :

K. Rich. My mind is chang'd.--Scanley, what
It cannot be avoided, but by this;

news with you It will not be avoided, but by this ;

Stanl. None good, my liege, to please you with Therefore, dear mother, (I must call you so)

the hearing ;
Be the attorney of my love to her :

Nor none so bad, but well may be reported.
Plead what I will be, not what I have been ; K. Rich. Heyday, a riddle ! neither good, nor bad !
Not my deserts, but what I will deserve : What need'st thou run so many miles about,
Urge the neceility and state of times,

When thou may'st tell thy tale che nearest way?
And be not peevith found in great designs. Once more, what news ?

Queen. Shall I be tempted of the devil thus ? Stanl. Richmond is on the seas.
K. Rich. Ay, if the devil tempt thee to do good. K. Rich. There let him Ink, and be the seas
Queen. Shall I forget myself, to be myself ?

on him !
K. Rich. Ay, if your selfs remembrance wrong White-liver'd runagate, what doth he there?

Stanl. I know not, mighty sovereign, but loy guess. Queen. But thou didst kill my children.

K. Rich. Well, as you guess? (Morton, K. Rich. But in your daughter's womb I bury Stani. Stirr'd up by Dorset, Buckingham, and them :

He makes for England, here to claim the crown.
Where, in that neft of spicery", they shall breed K. Rich. Is the chair empty? is toe iword un-
Selves of themselves, to your recomforture.

sway'1 ?
Juren. Shall I go win my daughter to thy will ? | Is the king dead the empire unpoles'u?
K. Riob. And be a happy mother by the deed. What heir of York is where alive, but we!

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And who is England's king, but great York's heir K. Ri-h. Oh, I cry you mercy :
Then, tell me, what makes he upon the seas? There is my purse, to cure that blow of thise.

Seenl. Unless for that, my liege, I cannot guess. Hath any well-advised friend proclaim'd

K. Rieb. Unless for that he comes to be your liege, Reward to him that brings the traitor in : [liege. You cannot guess wherefore the Welshman comes. 3 Mif. Such proclamation hath been made, my Thou wilt ve ol, and Ay to him, I fear. [not.

Enter another Mellonger. Stanl. No, mighty liege; therefore mistrust me 4 Mif. Sir Thomas Lovel, and lord marquis DorK. Rieb. Where is thy power, then, to beat him ' fis fuid, ny liege, in Yorkshire are in arms. [iet, back?

But this good comfort bring I to your highneis, Where be thy tenants, and thy followers ? The Bretagne nary is difperd by tempelt : Are they not now upon the western shore, Richmond, in Dorfetfhire, sent out a boat Safe-conducting the rebels from their ships. Unto the shore, to aik those on the banks, Stani. No, my good lord, my friends are in the If they were his assistants, yez, or no ; north.

(north, Who answer'd him, they came from Buckingham K. Rick. Cold friends to me: What do they in the Upon his party : he, mittrusting them, When they thould serve their sovereign in the welt?; Hois'd fail, and made his course again for Bretagne. Stanl. They have not been commanded, mighty K. Rich. March on, march on, since we re up king :

If not to fight with foreign enemies, (in arms; Pleaseth your majesty to give me leave,

Yet to bcat down there rebels here at home. I'll mufter up my friends; and meet your grace,

Enter Catesby. Where, and what time, your majetty shall please. Catel. My liege, the duke of Buckingham is taken, K. Rich. Ay, ay, thou would be gone to join That is the best news ; Thit the Earl of Ricima with Richmond :

Is with a mighty power landed at Milford, But I'll not trust you, fur.

Is colder news, but vet it must be told. (here, Stand. M It mighty fovereign,

K. Rich. Away towards Salisbury; while we reason You have no cause to hold my friendthip doubtful; A royal battle might be won and loft : I never was, nor never will be falie.

Some one take order, Buckingham be brought K. Rich. Well, go, mufter thy men. But, hcar To Saliibury ;-the relt march on with me. you, leave behind

[Excurt. Your son, George Stanley: look your heart be firm, Or else his head's assurance is but frail.

S CE N E V. Stani. So deal with him, as I prove true to you.

Lord Stanlıy's House. [Exie Stanley

Enter Lord Stanley, ard Sir Cbrißopber Urlevick. Enter a Messenger. Mef. My gracious fovereign, now in Devonshire,

Stanl. Sir Christopher 2, tell Richmond this from As I by friends am well advertised,

That, in the stye of this most bloody boar [me; Sir Edward Courtney, and the daughty prelate,

My son George Stanley is frank'd up in hold; Bishop of Exeter, his elder brother,

If I revolt, off goes young George's head; With many more confederates are in arnis. The fear of that withholds my present aid. Enter a Melengor.

But, tell me, where is princely Richmond now ? 2 Mef. In Kent, my liege, the Guilfords are in Chri. At Pembroke, or at Ha'rford-west, in And every hour more competitors (arms ;

Stanl. What men of name resort to him [ Wales. Fuck to the rebels, and their power grows strong.

Chri. Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned soldier; Enter another Menger.

Sir Gilbert Talbot, and Sir William Stanley ; 3 Mes. My lord, the army of great Bucking- Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, Sir James Blunt, ham-

And Rice ap Thomas, with a valiant crew; K. Rich. Out on ye, owls! nothing but fongs And many other of great name and worth : of death?

[He frikes kim. And towards London do they bend their course, There, take thou that, 'till thou bring better news. If by the way they be not fought withal. [to him; 3 Mef. The news I have to tell your majetty,

Stanl. Well, hie thee to thy lord; commend me 1,--ting, hy ludden floods and fall of waters,

Teil him, the queen hath heartily consented Buckingham's army is dispers'd and scatter'd;

He Mall espoute Elizabeth her daughter. And he himself wander'd away alone,

Thele letters will reiolve him of my mind.

Farewel. No man knows whither.



ii. e. opponents.

2. The person who is called Sir Christopher here, appears by the Chronicles zo have been Chrutopher Urtwick, a baiwhilor in divinity; and chaplain to the countess of Richmond, who had intermarricd with the lord Scaniev. This pruelt, the history tells us, frequently went backwards and forwards, untuípccted, ou messages betwixt the counters of Richmond and her busband, and the young carl of Richmond, while we was preparing to make his descent on Englid, Dr. Joinfon has obierved, itza: Sir was anciently a litle allumed by graduates.


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In Gol's name, chouly on, courageous friends,

To reap the harvest perpetual peace

By this one bloody and of tharp war.
Enter the Sheriff, with Buckingham, led to executium.

Oxf. Every man's conscience is a thoutand swords, Buck. WILL TILL not king Richard let me speak To fight against that bloca!y humicide. with bim !?

Herb. I doubt not, but his friends will turn to us. Sher. No, my good lord; therefore be patient. Blurt. He lat! no friends, but who are froulds Buck. Hastings, and Edward's chiidren, Rivers,

for fear; Holy king Henry, and thy fair fon Edward, [Grey, Which, in his deareft need, will Ay from him. Vaughan, and all that have miscarried

Ricbm. All for our vantage.

Then, in God's By underhand corrupted foul injustice;

name march : If that your moody discontented fouls

True hope is twist, and fics with swallow's wings; Do through the clouds behold this present hour, Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. Even for revenge mock my destruction !

[Exeunt. This is All-Souls' day, fellows, is it not?

SCENE III. Sber. It is, my lord.

[doomsday. Buck. Why, then All-Soul's day is my body's

Brworth liela. This is the day, which, in king Edward's time,

Enter King Richard in w 175, wirb the Duke of Nor1 with'd might fall on me, when I was found

folk, Earl of Surrey, and others. Falle so his children, or his wife's allies :

K. Rich. Here pitch our tent, even here in BorThis is the day, wherein I with'd to fall

worth Field. By the false faith of him whom most I trusted : My lord of Surrey, why look you fo fad ? This, this All-Souls' day to my fearful soul, S:kr. My heart isten times lighter than my looks. Is the determin'd respite of my wrongs 2.

K. Rich. My lord of Norfolk,-That high All-seer whom I dally'd with,

Nor. Here, most gracious liege. Hath tum'd my feigned prayer on my head, K. Riche Norfolk, we mutt have knocks ; Hz! And given in earnett what I begg'd in jeit.

muft we not?

[lord. Thus doth he force the fwords of wicked men Nor. We must botn give and take, my loving To turn their own points on their masters' bofoms: K. Rich. Up with my tent: Here will I lie toThus Margaret's curse fulls heavy on my neck,-


(that.W ben be, quoth she, shall split zhy heart with sorrow, But where, to-morrow?-Well, all's one for Remember Margaret was a

piophetes. Who hath defcry'd the number of the traitors? Come, firs, convey me to the block of shame ; Nor. Six or ieven thousand is their utmost power. Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame. K. Rich. W'hy, our battalia trebles that account: [Excunt Buckingham, 5 c. Besides, the king's name is a tower of Itrength,

Which they upon the adverse faction want.--S CE N E II.

Up with the tent --Come, noble gentlemen, Tamworth, on the bord rs of Leicestershire. A camp. Let us survey the vantage of the groun! ;--Enter Henry Earl of Richmond, Earl of Oxford, Sir Call for fome men of found direction 4:

James Blunt, Sir Waiter Herbert, and oikers, Let's want no discipline, make no delay; will drum and colours.

For, lords, to-morrow is a busy day. [Exun! Richm. Fellows in arms, and my most loving Enter on the other side of the field, Richmond, Sir Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny, [friend, William Brandon, Oxford, Dorfit, &c. Thus far into the bowels of the land

Rilm. The weary fun hati made a golden set, Have we march'd on without impediment; And, by the brighi track of his fiery car, And here receive we from our father Stanley Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.Lines of fair comfort and encouragement.

Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my standard. The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar,

Give me lonie ink and paper in my tent; That spoild your summer fields, and fruitful vines, I'll draw the forin and model of our battle, Swills your warm biood like waih, and makes his Limit each leader to his charge, trough

Ann part in just proportion our small power, In your embowelld 3 bofoms,--this foul swine My lord of Oxford,—-you, Sir William Branden,--Lies now even in the centre of this ifle,

And you, Sir Walter Herbert, ftay with me:Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn : The earl of Pembroke keeps his regiment;From Tamworth thither, is but one day's march. Good captain Blunt, bear my good night to him,

? The reason why the duke of Buckingham solicited an interview with the king, is explained in

Henry VIII. ACEI. 2 j. e. the time to wh ch the punishment of his wrongs was repted. Il run, s here means wrongs done, or injurious practices. 3 j. e. ripped up. 4 1. e. true judgement; tried wulitary skill.


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