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K. Rich. Stanley, look to your wife; if she Tyr. If to have done the thing you gave in convey
Beget your happiness, be happy then, (charge Letters to Richmond, you shall answer it. For it is done. Duck. What says your highness to my just re K. Rich. But didst thou see them dead ? quest ?
Tyr. I did, my lord. K. Rich. I do remember me, -Henry the Sixth K. Rich.
And buried, gentle Tyrrel ? Did prophesy, that Richmond should be king, Tyr. The chaplain of the tower hath buried When Richmond was a little peevish boy.
them; A king ! -perhaps
But where, to say the truth, I do not know, Buck. My lord,
K. Rich. Come to me, Tyrrel, soon, at after K. Rich. How chance, the prophet could not supper, at that time
When thou shalt tell the process of their death. Have told me,I being hy,that I should kill him? Mean time, but think how I may do thee good, Buck. My lord, your promise for the earl-And be inheritor of thy desire. dom,
Farewell, till then. K. Rich. Richmond !- When last I was at Tyr. I humbly take my leave. [Erit. Exeter,
K. Rich. The son of Clarence have I penn'd The mayor in courtesy show'd me the castle,
(riage; And call'd it-Rouge-mont: at which name, I His daughter meanly have I match'd in marstarted;
The sons of Edward sleep in Abrahain's bosom, Because a bard of Ireland told me once, And Anne my wife hath bid the world good I should not live long after I saw Richmond.
night. Buck. My lord,
Now, for I know the Bretagne Richmond aims K. Rich. Ay, what's o'clock ?
At young Elizabeth, my brother's daughter, Buck.
I am thus bold And, by that knot, looks proudly on the crown, To put your grace in mind of what you promis'd To her go I, a jolly thriving wooer. K. Rich. Well, but what is't o'clock ? (me.
Enter CATESBY. Buck.
Upon the stroke Cate. My lord,
K. Rich. Good news or bad, that thou com'st K. Rich. Well, let it strike.
in so bluntly? Bruck.
Why, let it strike ? Cate. Bad news, my lord ; Morton is filed to K. Rich. Because that, like a Jack, thou
(Welshmen, keep'st the stroke
And Buckingham, back'd with the hardy Betwixt thy begging and my meditation. Is in the field, and still his power increaseth. I am not in the giving vein to-day. (or no. K. Rich. Ely with Richmond troubles me Buck. Why then resolve me whe'r you will,
more near, K. Rich. Thou troublest me; I am not in the Than Buckingham and his rash levied strength.
vein. [Exeunt King Richard and Train. Come,--I have learn'd, that fearful commenting Buck. And is it thus ? repays he my deep ser- Is leaden servitor to dull delay; vice
(this ? Delay leads impotent and snail-pac'd beggary : With such contempt? made I him king for Then fiery expedition be my wing, 0, let me think on Hastings; and be gone Jove's Mercury, and herald for a king! To Brecknock, while my fearful head is on. Go, muster men: my connsel is my shield;
[Exit. We must be brief, when traitors brave the field. SCENE III. The same.
(Extant. Enter TYRREL.
SCENE IV. The same. Before the Palace. Tyr. The tyrannous and bloody act is done;
Enter QcEEN MARGARET. The most arch deed of piteous massacre, Q. Mar. So, now prosperity begins to mellow, That ever yet this land was guilty of.
And drop into the rotten mouth of death. Dighton, and Forrest, whom I did suborn Here in these confines slily have I lurk'd, To do this piece of ruthless butchery,
To watch the waning of mine enemies. Alheit they were flesh'd villains, bloody dogs, A dire induction am I witness to, Melting with tenderness and mild compassion, And will to France; hoping, the consequence Wept like twochildren, in their death's sad story. Will prove as bitter, Wack, and tragical. O thus, quoth Dighton, lay the gentle babes, Withdraw thee,wretched Margaret! who comes Thus, thus, quoth Forrest, girdling one another
here ? Within their alabaster innocent arms :
Enter QUEEN ELIZABETII and the DucHESS OF Thrir lips were four red roses on a stulk,
YORK. Which, in their summer beauty, kiss'd each other. Q. Eliz. Ah, my poor princes! ah, my tender A book of prayers on thrir pillow lry;
babes! Which once, quoth Forrest, almost chang'd my My unblown flowers, new appearing sweets ! mind;
If yet your gentle souls fly in the air, But, 0, the devil--there the villain stopp'd : And be not fix'd in doom perpetual, When Dighton thus told on--tce smothered llover about me with your airy wings, The most replenished sweet work of nature, And hear your mother's lamentation! [right. That, from the prime creation, c'er sh" fram'd. Q. Mar. Hover about her; say, that right for Hence both are gone with conscience and re- Hath dimm'd your infant morn to aged night, niorse,
Duch. So many miseries have craz d my voice, They could not speak; and so I left them both, That my woe-wearied tongue is still and mute --To bear this tidings to the bloody king. Edward Plantagenet, why art thou dend ? Enter Kixe RICHARD,
Q. Var. Plantagenet doth quit Plantagenet, And here he comes :- All health, my sovereign Edward for Edward pays a dying debt. lord !
[news ? Q. L'iz. Wilt thou, O God, fly from such K. Rowd. Kind Tyrrel! am I happy in thy gentle lambs,
And throw them in the entrails of the wolf? A dream of what thou wast; a garish flag, Why didst thou sleep, when such a deed way to be the aim of every dangerous shot; done ?
(son. A sign of dignity, a breath, a bubble; Q. Mar. When holy Harry died, and my sweet A queen in jest, only to fill the scene. (thers ? Duch. Dead life, blind sight, poor mortal. Where is thy husband now? where be thy broliving ghost,
Lusurp'd, Where be thy two sons? where indos tthou joy ? Woe's scene, world's shame, grave's due by life Who snes, and kneels, and says-God save the Brief abstract and record of tedious days,
queen ? Rest thy unrest on England's lawful earth, Where be the bending peers that flatter'd thee?
[Sitting down. Where be the thronging troops that follow'd Unlawfully made drunk with innocent blood ! thee?
Q. Eliz. Ah, that thou would'st as soon afford Decline all this, and see what now thou art. As thou canst yield a melancholy seat; (a grave. For happy wife, a most distressed widow; Then would I hide my bones, not rest them here! For joyful mother, one that wails the name; Ah, who hath any cause to mourn, but we ? For one being sued to, one that humbly snes;
[Sitting down by her. For queen, a very caitiff crown'd with care; Q. Mar. If ancient sorrow be most revereut, For one that scorn'd at me, now scorn'd of me; Give mine the benefit of seniory,
for one being feard of all, now fearing one ; And let my griefs frown on the upper hand. For one commanding all, obey'd of none. If sorrow can admit society,
Thus hath the course of justice wheeld about, [Sitting doron with them. And left thee but a very prey to time; Tell o'er your woes again by viewing mine : Having no more but thought of what thou wert, I had an Edward, till a Richard kill'd bin; To torture thee the more, being what thou art, I had a husband, till a Richard killd him: Thou didst usurp my place. And dost thou not Thon hadstan Edward, tilla Richard kill'd him. Unurp the just proportion of my sorrow ? Thou hadst a Richard, till a Richard kill'd him. Now thy proud neck bears bait my burden's Duch. I had a Richard too, and thou didat yoke; kill him ;
From which even here I slip my wearieà head, I had a Rutland too, thou holp'st to kill him. And leave the burden of it all ou thee. Q. Mar. Thou hadst a Clarence too, and Ri- Farewell, York's wife,-and queen of sad mischard kill'a him ;
[France. From forth the kennel of thy womb hath crept These English woes shall make me smile in A hell hound, that doth hunt us all to death: Q. Eliz. ( thou well skill'd in curses, stay a That dog, that bad his teeth before his eyes,
while, To worry lambs, and lap their gentle blood; And teach me how to curse mine enemies. That foul defacer of God's handy work ;
Q. Mar. Forbear to sleep the night, and fast That excellent grant tyrant of the earth,
the day; That reigns in galled eyes of weeping souls, Compare dead happiness with living woe: Thy womb let loose, to chase us to our graves.- Think that thy babes were fairer than they were, O upright, just, and true disposing God, And he, that slew them, fouler than he is: How do I thank thee, that this carnal cur Pettering thy loss makes the bad causer worse ; Preys on the issue of his mother's body, Revolving this will teach thee how to curse. And makes her pew-fellow with others' moan! Q. Eliz. My words are dull, 0, quicken there Duch. O Harry's wife, triumph not in my
with thine ! woes;
Q. Mar. Thy woes will make them sharp, and God witness with me, I have wept for thine.
pierce like mine. [Erit Q. MARGARET. Q. Mar. Bear with me, I am hungry for re Duch. Why should calamity be full of words? And now I cloy me with beholding it. (venge, Q. Eliz. Windy attornies to their client woes, Thy Edward be is dead, that kill'd my Edward; Airy succeeders of intestate joys, Thy other Edward dead, to quit my Edward ; Poor breathing orators of miseries! (part Young York he is but boot, because both they Let them have scope: though what they do:10Match not the high perfection of my loss. Help nothing else, yet do they ease the heart. ThyClarence he is dead, that stabb'd my Edward; Duch. If so, then be not tongue-ty'd : go with And the beholders of this tragic play, [Grey, me, The adulterate Hastings, Rivers, Vaughan, And in the breath of bitter words let's smother Untimely smother'd in their dusky graves. My damned son, that thy two sweet sons son Richard yet lives, hell's black intelligencer;
[Drum within Only reserv'd their factor, to buy souls, I hear his drum,--he copious in exclaims. And send them hither: But at hand, at hand, Enter King RICHARD), and his Train, marching. Ensues his piteous and unpitied end :
K. Rich. Wo intercepts me in my expedition? Earth gapes, hell burns, fiends roar, saints pray, Duch. O,she,that might have intercepted thee, To have him suddenly convey'd from hence :--- Py strangling thee in her accursed womb, Cancel his bond life, dear God, I pray, From all the slaughters, wretch, that thou hast That I may live to say, The dog is dead!
(golden crown, 0. Eliz. O, thou didst prophesy, the time Q. Eliz. Hid'st thou that forebead with a would come,
Where should be branded, if that right were That I should wish for thee to help me curse
(crown, That bottled spider, that foul bunch-back'd toad. The slaughter of ihe prince that ow'd that 2. Mar. I call'd thee then, vain flourish of my And the dire death of my poor sons, and brofortune;
(dren ? I call'd thee then, poor shadow, painted queen; Tell me, thru villain slave, where are my chilThe presentation of but what I was,
Duch. Thoa toad, thou toad, where is tny The flattering index of a direful pageant,
brother Claarence ? One heav'd a high, to be huri'd down below: And little Ned Plantagenet, his son? (Grey? A mother only mock'd with two fair babes; Q. Eliz. Where is the gentle Rivers, Vaughan
Duch. Where is kind Hastings?
Slander myself, as false to Edward's bed; K. Rich. A flourish, trumpets !-strike alarum, Throw over her the veil of infamy: drums !
So she may live unscarrd of bleeding slaughter, Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women I will confess she was not Edward's danghter. Rail on the Lord's anointed :-Strike, I say.- K. Rich, Wrong not her birth, she is of royal
[Flourish. Alarums. blood. Either be patient and entreat me fair,
Q. Eliz. To save herlife, I'll say-she is not so. Or with the clamorous report of war
K. Rich. Her life is safest only in her birth. Thus will I drown your exclamations.
Q. Eliz. And only in that safety died her Duch. Art thou my son ? (yourself. brothers.
(opposite. K. Rich. Ay; I thank God, my father, and K. Rich, Lo, at their births, good stars were Duch. Then patiently hear my impatience. Q. Eliz. No, to their lives bad friends were K. Rich. Madam, I have a touch of your con contrary, dition,
K. Rich. All'unavoided is the doom of destiny. That cannot brook the accent of reproof. Q. Eliz. True, when avoided grace make desDuch. O, let me speak.
My babes were destin'd to a fairer death, (tiny: K. Rich,
Do, then; but I'll not hear. If grace had bless'd thee with a fairer life. Duch. I will be mild and gentle in my words. K. Rich. You speak, as if that I had slain my K. Rich. And brief, good mother; for I am cousins.
(cozen's in haste.
Q. Eliz. Cousins, indeed ; and by their uncle Duch. Art thou so hasty? I have staid for thee, of comfort, kingdom, kindred, freedom, life. God knows, in torment and in agony.
Whose hands soever lanc'd their tender hearts, K. Rich. And came I not at last to comfort you? Thy head, all indirectly, gave direction: (blunt, Duch. No, by the holy rood, thou know'st it No doubt the murderous knife was duil and well,
Till it was whetted on thy stone-hard heart, Thou cam'ston earth to make the earth my hell. To revel in the entrails of my lambs. A grievous burden was thy birth to me; But that still use of grief makes wild grieftame, Tetchy and wayward was thy infancy; My tongue should to thy ears not name my boys, Thy school-days, frightful, desperate, wild, and Till that my nails were anchord in thine eyes : furious,
[turous; And I, in such a despernte bay of death, Thy prime of manhood, daring, bold, and ven- Like a poor bark, of sails and tackling reft, Thyage confirm d, proud, subtle, sly, and bloody, Rush all to pieces on thy rocky bosom. More mild, but yet more harmful.kind in hatred: K. Rich. Madam, so thrive 1 in my enterprise, What comfortable hour canst thou name, And dangerous success of bloody wars, That ever grae'd me in thy company ?
As I intend more good to you and yours, K. Rich. Faith, none, but Humphrey Hour, Than ever you or yours by me were harm'd ! that call'd your grace
Q. Eliz. What good is cover'd with the face of To breakfast once, forth of my company.
heaven, If I be so disgracious in your sight,
To be discover'd, that can do me good ? Let me march on, and not offend you, madam. K. Rich. The advancement of your children, Strike up the drum.
(their heads? Duch.
I pry'thee, hear me speak. Q. Eliz. Up to some scaffold, there to lose K. Dich. You speak too bitterly.
K. Rich. No, to the dignity and height of Duck. Hear me a word;
fortune, For I shall never speak to thee again. The high imperial type of this earth's glory. K. Rich. So.
[ordinance, Q. Eyit. Flatter my sorrows with report of it; Duch. Either thou wilt die, by God's just Tell me, what state, what dignity, what honour, Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror; Canst thou demise to any child of mine? Or I with grief and extreme age shall perish, K. Rich. Even all I have; ay, and myself and And never look upon thy face again.
Will I withal endow a child of thine; (all, Therefore take with thee my most heavy curse; So in the Lethe of thy angry soul [wrongs, Which, in the day of battle, tire thee more, Thou drown the sad remembrance of those Than all the complete armour that thou wear'st! Which, thou supposest, I have done to thee. My prayers on the adverse party fight;
Q. Eliz. Be brief, lest that the process of thy And there the little souls of Edward's children
kindness Whisper the spirits of thine enemies, Last longer telling than thy kindness' date. And promise them success and victory,
K. Rich. Then know that from my soul, I love Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end;
(her soul. Shame serves thy life, and doth thy death attend. Q. Eliz. My daughter's mother thinks it with
Erit. K. Rich. What do you think? [thy soni: Q. Eliz. Though far more cause, yet much less Q.Eliz. That thou dost love my danghter, from spirit to curse
So, from thy soul's love, didst thou love her Abides in me; I say amen to her. [Going brothers : K. Rich. Stay, madam, I must speak a word And, from my heart's love, I do thank thee for it.
K. Rich. Be not so hasty to coniound my Q Eliz. I have no more sons of the royal blood, meaning; For thee to murder: for my daughters, Rich- I mean, that with my soul I love thy daughter, ard,
And do intend to make her queen of England. They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens; Q. Eliz. Well then, who dost thou mean shall And therefore level not to hit their lives.
be her king ?
Telse should be ? K. Rich. Yon have a daughter call'd--Eliza K. Rich. Even he. that makes her queen: Wbo Virtuous and fair, royal and gracious. [beth, Q. Eliz. What, mou? [of it, madam? Q. Elia. And must she die for this? O, let ner K. Rich.
£ven so: What think you live,
Q. L'iz. IIow canst thoni too her? And I'll corrupt her manners, stain her beauty; K. Rich,
That I would learn of you,
As one being best acquainted with her humour. Q. Eliz. What were 1 best to say? her father's Q. Eliz. And wilt thou learn of me?
brother K. Rich.
Madam, with all my heart. Would be her lord? Or shall I say, her uncle? Q. Eliz. Send to her, by the man that slew her Or, he that slew her brothers, and her uncles ? brothers,
Under what title shall I woo for thee, A pair of bleeding hearts; thereon engrave, That God, the law, my honour, and her love, Edward, and York; then, haply, will she weep: Can make seem pleasing to her tender years ? Therefore present to her, as sometime Margaret K. Rich. Infer fair England's peace by this Did to thy father, steep'd in Rutland's blood, - alliance.
(lasting war, A handkerchief; which, say to her, did drain Q. Elis. Which she shall purchase with still The purple sap from her sweet brother's body, K. Rich. Tell her, the king, that may comAnd bid her wipe her weeping eyes withal.
mand, entreats. If this inducement move her not to love, Q. Eliz. That at her hands, which the king's Send her a letter of thy noble deeds;
[queen. Tell her, thou mad'st away her uncle Clarence, K. Rich. Say, she shall be a high and mighty Her uncle Rivers; ay, and, for her sake,
Q. Eliz. To wail the title, as her mother doth. Mad'st quick conveyance with her good aunt K. Rich. Say, I will love her everlastingly. Anne.
Q. Eliz. But how long shall that title, ever, last? K. Rich. You mock me, madam; this is not K. Rich. Sweetly in force unto her fair life's To win your daughter.
flite last? Q. Eliz.
There is no other way; Q. Eliz. But how long fairly shall her sweet Unless thou could'st put on some other shape, K. Rich. As long as beaven, and nature, And not be Richard that hath done all this.
lengthens it. K. Rich. Say, that I did all this for love of her? Q. Eliz. As long as hell, and Richard, likes of it. Q. Eliz. Nay, then indeed, she cannot choose K. Rich. Say, 1, her sovereign, am her subbut hate thee,
(sov'reignty. Having bought love with such a bloody spoil. Q. Eliz. But she, your subject, loaths such K. Rich. Look, what is done cannot be now K. Rich. Be eloquent in my behalf to her. amended;
Q. Eliz. An honest tale specds best, being Men shall deal unadvisedly sometimes,
[loving tale. Which after hours give leisure to repent. K. Rich. Then in plain terins tell her my If I did take the kingdom from your sons, Q. Elir. Plain, and not honest, is too harsh & To make amends, I'll give it to your daughter. style. If I have kill'd the increase of your womb, K. Rich. Your reasons are too shallow and To quicken your issue, I will beget
[dead;Mine issue of your blood upon your daughter. 2. Eliz. O, no, my reasons are too deep and A grandam's name is little less in love, Too deep and dead, poor infants, in their graves. Than is the doting title of a mother;
K. Rich. Harp not on that string, madam; They are as children, but one step below,
that is past.
(break. Even of your mettle, of your very blood; Q.Eliz. Harpon it still shall I, till heartstrings Of all one pain,-save for a night of groans K. Rich. Now, by my George, my garter, and Endurd of her, for whom you bid like sorrow. my crown,
(usurp'd. Your children were vexation to your youth, Q. Eliz. Profan'd, dishonour'd, and the third But mine shall be a comfort to your age.
K. Rich. I swear. The loss, you have, is but-a son being king,
By nothing; for this is no oath. And, by that loss, your daughter is made queen. Thy George, profan'd, hath lost his holy honour; I cannot make you what amends I would, Thy garter, blemish'd, pawn'd his knightly Therefore accept such kindness as I can.
virtue; Dorset, your son, that, with a fearful soul, Thy crown, ustırp'd, disgrac'd his kingly glory: Leads discontented steps in foreign soil, If something thou would'st swear to be belierd, This fair alliance quickly shall call home Swear then by something that thou hast not To high promotions and great dignity: (wife,
wrong'd. The king, that calls your beauteous daughter, - K. Rich. Now by the world.Familiarly shall call thy Dorset-brother; Q. Eliz.
'Tis full of thy foul wrongs. Again shall you be mother to a king,
K. Rich. My father's death, -And all the ruins of distressful times
Thy life hath that dishonour'd. Repair'd with double riches of content.
K. Rich. Then, by myself,-What! we have many goodly days to see: Q. Eliz,
Thrself is self misus'd. The liquid drops of tears that you have shed, K. Rich. Why then, by God, Shall come again, transform'd to orient pearl :
God's wrong is most of all, Advantaging their loan with interest
If thou hadst fear'd to break an oath by him, Of ten times double gain of happiness.
The unity, the king thy brother made, Go then, my mother, to thy daughter go; Had not been broken, nor my brother slain. Make bold her bashful years with your expe- If thou hadst feard to break an oath by him, rience;
The imperial metal cireling now thy head, Prepare her ears to hear a wooer's tale; Had grac'd the tender temples of my child; Put in her tender heart the aspiring flame And both the princes had been breathing here, Of golden sovereignty; acquaint the princesa Which now, two tender bedfellows for dust, With the sweet silent hours of marriage joys: Thy broken faith hath made a prey for worms. And when this arm of mine hath chastised What canst thou swear by now? The petty rebel, dull-brain'd Buckingham, K. Rich.
By the time to corre. Bound with triumphant garlands will I come, Q. Elia. That thou hast wronged in the time And lead thy daughter to a conqueror's bed;
o'erpast; To whom I will retail my conquest won, For I myself have many tears to wash And she shall be sole victruss, Cæsar's Caesar. Hereafter time, for time past, wrong'd by thee.
The children live, whose parents thou hast Rat. What, may it please you, shall I do at slaughter'd,
Salisbury ? Ungovernd youth, to wail it in their age: K. Pich. Why, what would'st thou do there, The parents live, whose children thou hast before I go?
Rat. Your highness told me, I should post Od barren plants, to wail it with their age.
Enter STANLEY. Swear not by time to come; for that thou hast K. Rich. My mind is chang'd,--Stanley, what Misus'd ere used, by times ill usd o'erpast.
news with you?
(the hearing : K. Pich. As I intend to prosper, and repent! Stan. None good, my liege, to please you with So thrive I in my dangerous attempt
Nor none so bad, but well may be reported. Of hostile arms! myself myself confound ! K. Trich. Heyday, a riddle' neither good nor Ileaven, and fortune, bar me happy hours!
bad! Day, yield me not thy light; nor, night, thy rest! What need'st thou run so many miles about, Be opposite all planets of good luck
When thou may'st tellthy tale the nearest way? To my proceeding, if, with pure heart's love, Once more, what news? Immaculate devotion, holy thoughts,
Richmond is on the seas. I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter! K. Rich. There let him sink, and be the seas In her consists my happiness, and thine:
on him! Without her, follows to myself, and thee, White liver'd runagate, what doth he there? Herself, the land, and many a christian soul, Stun. I know not, mighty sovereign, but by Death, desolation, ruin, and decay:
K. Rich. Well, as you guess ? (guess. It cannot be avoided but by this;
Stan, Stirr d up by Dorset, Buckingham, and It will not be avoided, but by this.
Morton, Therefore, dear mother (I must call you so), He makes for England, here to claim the crown. Be the attorney of my love to her.
K. Mich. Is the chair empty? is the swori Plead what I will be, not what I have been;
unsway'd ? Not my deserts, but what I will deserve: Is the king dead, the empire inpossess'd ? Urge the necessity and state of times,
What heir of York is there alive, but we? [heir ? And be not peevish found in great designs, And who is England's king, but great York's
Q. E Shall I be tempted of the devil thus? Then, tell me, what makes he upon the eas? K. Rich. Ay, if the devil tempt thee to do good. Stan. Luless for that, my liege, I cannot guess. Q. Eliz. Shall I forget myself, to be myself? K. Rich. Unless for that he comes to be your K. Rich. Ay, if yourself's remembrance wrong liege,
You cannot guess wherefore the Welshman Q. Eliz. But thou didst kill my children. Thou wilt revolt find fly to him, I fear. (not. K. Rich. But in your daughter's womb I bury Stan. No, mighty liege; therefore mistrust me them;
K. Rich. Where is thy power then, to beat Wherc, in tliat nest of spicery, they shall breed him back? Selves of themselves, to your recomfortare. Where be thy tenants, and thy followers ?
4. Eliz. Shall I go win my daughter to thy will? Are they not nov upon the western shore, K. Rich. And be a happy mother by the deed. Sate-conducting the rebels from their ships?
V. Eliz. I go.-Write to me very shortly, Stan. No, my good lord, my friends are in the And you shall understand from me her mind.
[in the north, K. Rich. Bear her my true love's kiss, and so K. Rich. Cold friends to me: what do they
farewell. [Kissing her. Esit Q. ELIZABETH. When they should serve their sovereign in the Relenting fool, and shallow changing-woman! west?
[king: Bow now? what news?
Stan. They have not been commanded,mighty
Pleaseth your majesty to give me leave, Enter RATCLIFF; CATESBY following.
I'll muster up my friends; and meet your grace, Putt. Most mighty sovereign, on the western Where, and what time, your majesty shali Rideth a puissant navy ; to the shore [coast please. Throng many doubtful hollow-hearted friends, K. Hich. Ay, ay, thou would'st be gone to join Unarm'd, and unresolv'd to beat then back: I will not trust you, sir. (with Richmond; Tis thought, that Richmond is their admiral; Stan.
Most mighty sover ign, And there they hull, expecting but the aid You have no cause to hold my friendship doubtOf Buckingham, to welcome them ashore. I never way, nor never will be false. [ful; K. Rich. Some lightfoot friend post to the K. Rich. Well, go, muster men. But, hear duke of Norfolk :
you, leave behind
[firm, Ratcliff, thyself,-or Catesby; where is he? Your son, George Stanley: look, your heart be Cate. Here, my good lord.
Or else his head's assurance is but trail. K. Rich.
Catesby, fly to the duke. Stan. So deal with him, as I prove true to you. Cate. I will,my lord, with all convenient haste.
[Exit STANLEY. K. Rich. Ratcliff, come hither: Post to Salis
Enter a Messenger. bury;
Mess. My gracious sovereign, now in DevonWhen thou com’st thither,--Dull, unmindful As I hy friends am well advertised, [shire, villain,
[To Catesby, Sir Edward Courtenay, and the haughty prelate, Why stay'st thou here, and go'st not to the duke? Bishop of Exeter, his elder brother, Cate. First, mighty liege, tell me your high- With many more confederates, are in arins. ness pleasure,
Enter another Messenger. What from your grace I shall deliver to him. 2 Mess. In Kent, my liege, the Guildfords are K. kich. O, true, good Catesby ;-Bid bim And every hour more competitors (in arms: levy straight
Flock to the rebels, and their power grows The greatest strength and power he can make, strong And meet me suddenly at Salisbury.
Enter another Messenger, [hamCate. I go
[Exit. 3 Mess. My lord, the army of great Bucking,