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To win your daughter.
K. Rich. Say, I will love her everlastingis.
Q. Eliz. But how long shall that title, ever, last? Unless thou could'st put on some other shape,
K. Rich. Sweetly in force unto her fair life's ende And not be Richard that hath done all this.
Q. Eliz. But how long fairly sball her sweet life last? K. Rich. Say, that I did all this for love of her? K. Rich. As long as heaven, and nature, lengthens it. Q. Eliz. Nay, then indeed, she cannot choose but Q. Eliz. As long as hell, and Richard, likes of it. have thee,
K. Rich. Say, I, her sovereign, am her subject low. Having bought love with such a bloody spoil.
l. Eliz. But she, your subject, loaths such sove K. Rich Look, what is done cannot be now amended: reignty. Men shall deal unadvisedly sometimes,
K. Rich. Be eloquent in my behalf to her. Which after-hours give leisure to repent.
Q. Eliz. An bonest tale speeds best, being plainly If I did take the kingdom from your sons,
told. To make amends, I'll give it to your daughter. · K. Rich. Then, in plain terms tell her my loving tale If I have kill'd the issue of your womb,
l. Eliz. Plain, and not bonest, is too harsh a style. To quicken your increase, I will beget
K. Rich. Your reasons are too shallow and too quick. Mine issue of your blood upon your daughter.
Q. Eliz. O, no, my reasons are too deep and dead; 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 ; that is They are as children, but one step below,
past. Even of your mettle, of your very blood ;
l. Eliz. Harp on it still shall 1, till heart-strings of all one pain,-save for a night of groans
break. Endurd of her, for whom you bid like sorrow. K. Rich. Now, by my George, my garter, and my Your children were vexation to your youth, But mine shall be a comfort to your age.
Q. Eliz. Profan'd, dishonour'd, and the third usurp'd. The loss, you have, is but a son being king,
K. Rich. I swear. And, by that loss, your daughter is made queen
By nothing ; for this is no oath. I cannot make you what amends I would,
Thy George, profan'd, hath lost his holy honour; Therefore accept such kindness as I can.
Thy garter, blemishd, pawn'd his knightly virtue ; Dorset your son, that, with a fearful soul,
Thy crown, usurp'd, disgrac'd his kingly glory: Leads discontented steps in foreign soil,
If something thou would'st swear to be believ'd, This fair alliance quickly shall call home
Swear then by something that thou hast not wrong'd. To high promotions and great dignity:
K. Rich. Now by the world,The king, that calls your beauteous daughter-wife,
'Tis full of thy foul wrongs. Familiarly shall call thy Dorset-brother;
K. Rich. My father's death, Again shall you be mother to a king,
Thy life hath that dishonour'd. And all the ruins of distressful times
K. Rich. Then, by myself,Repair'd with double riches of content.
Thyself is self-misusid. What! we have many goodly days to see :
K. Rich. Why then, by God,The liquid drops of tears that you have shed,
God's wrong is most of alle Shall come again, transform'd to orient pearl ; If thou hadst fear'd to break an oath by him, Advantaging their loan, with interest
The unity, the king thy brother made, of ten-times-double gain of happiness.
Had not been broken, nor my brother slain. Go then, my mother, to thy daughter go;
If thou hadst fear'd to break an oath by him, Make bold her bashful years with your experience: 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 princess Which now, two tender bed-fellows 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-braind Buckingham,
By the time to come. Bound with triumphant garlands will I come,
Q. Eliz. That thou hast wronged in the time o'erAnd lead thy daughter to a conqueror's bed;
past; To whom I will retail my conquest won,
For I myself have many tears to wash And she shall be sole vietress, Cæsar's Cæsar, Hereafter time, for time past, wrong'd by thee 0. Eliz. What were I best to say? her father's || The children live, whose parents thou hast slaughter'd, brother
Ungovern'd youth, to wail it in their age:
Swear not by time to come ; for that thou hast
K. Rich. As I intend to prosper, and repeat!
Heaven, and fortune, bar me happy hours!, K. Rich. Tell her, the king, that may command, || Day, yield me not thy light; nor night, thy rest! entreats.
Be opposite all planets of good luck
Immaculate devotion, holy thoughts,
Without her, follows to myself, and thee,
Richmond is on the sens Herself, the land, and many a christian soul,
K. Rich. There let him sink, and be the seas on him ! Death, desolation, ruin, and decay:
White-liver'd runagate, what doth he there? It cannot be avoided, but by this;
Stan. I know not, mighty sovereign, but by guess It will not be avoided, but by this.
K. Rich. Well, as you guess? Therefore, dear mother, (I must call you so)
Stan. Stirr'd up by Dorset, Buckingham, and MorBe the attorney of my love to her.
ton, Plead what I will be, not what I have been;
He makes for England, here to claim the crown. Not my deserts, but what I will deserve:
K. Rich. Is the chair empty? is the sword unsway'd? Urge the necessity and state of times,
Is the king dead ? the empire unpossess'd ? And be not peevish found in great designs.
What heir of York is there alive, but we? l. Eliz. Shall I be tempted of the devil thus? And who is England's king, but grent York's heir? X. Rich. Ay, if the devil tempt thee to do good. Then, tell me, what makes he upon the seas? Q. Eliz. Shall I forget myself, to be myself? Stan. Unless for that, my liege, I cannot guess. K. Rich. Ay, if your self's remembrance wrong K. Rich. Unless for that he comes to be your liege, yourself
You cannot guess wherefore the Welshman comes. C. Eliz. But thou didst kill my children.
Thou wilt revolt, and fly to him, I fear.
Where be thy tenants, and thy followers ?
Stan. No, my good lord, my friends are in the northe And you shall understand from me her mind,
K. Rich. Cold friends to me: wbat do they in the K. Rich. Bear her my true love's kiss, and so fare north, well.
[Kissing her. Exit Q. Eliz. When they should serve their sovereign in the west? Relenting fool, and shallow, changing-woman! Stan. They have not been commanded, nighty How pow? what news?
king: Enter Ratcliff; Catesby following.
Pleaseth your majesty to give me leave,
I'll muster up my friends; and meet your grace, Rat. Most mighty sovereign, on the western coast Where, and what time, your majesty sball please. Rideth a puissant navy; to the shore
K. Rich. Ay, ay, thou would'st be gone to join with Throng many doubtful bollow-hearted friends,
Richmond : Unarmd, and unresolvd to beat them back :
I will not trust you, sir. 'Tis thought, that Richmond is their adıniral;
Most mighty sovereign, And there they bull, expecting but the aid
You have no cause to hold my friendship doubtful; Of Buckingham, to welcome them ashore.
I never was, nor never will false. K. Rich. Some light-foot friend post to the duke of K. Rich. Well, go, muster men. But, hear you leave Norfolk;
behind -Ratcliff, thyself,-or Catesby; where is he?
Your son, George Stanley; look, your heart be firm, Cate. Here, my good lord.
Or else his head's assurance is but frail. 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 baste.
[Exit Stanky. K. Rich. Ratcliff, come hither: Post to Salisbury;
Enter a Messenger. When thou com'st thitber,-Dull unmindful villain,
Mes. My gracious sovereign, now in Devonshire, Why stay'st thou here, and go'st not to the duke ? As I by friends am well advertised, Cate. First, mighty liege, tell me your highness' | Sir Edward Courtney, and the haughty prelate, pleasure,
Bishop of Exeter, bis elder brother, What from your grace I shall deliver to him.
With many more confederates, are in arms K. Rich. O, true, good Catesby ;-Bid him levy
Enter another Messenger. straight The greatest strength and power he can make,
2 Mes. In Kent, my liege, the Guildfords are in arms; And meet me suddenly at Salisbury.
And every hour more competitors (Exit.
Flock to the rebels, and their power grows strong. Rat. What, may it please you, shall I do at Salis
Enter another Messenger. bury?
3 Mes. My lord, the army of great BuckinghaitiK. Rich. Why, what would'st thou do there, before K. Rich. Out on ye, owls! nothing but songs al I go?
death? Rat. Your highness told me, I should post before.
There, take thou that, till thou bring better Uews. Enter Stanley.
3 Mes. The news I have to tell your majesty, K. Rich. My mind is chang d.--Stanley, what news Is-that, by sudden floods and fall of waters, with you?
Buckingham's army is dispers'd and scatterd; Stan. None good, my liege, to please you with the And he himself wander'd away alone, hearing;
No man knows whither. Nor none so bad, but well may be reported.
0, I ory you mercy: K. Rich. Heyday, a riddle ! neither good nor bad ! There is my purse, to cure that blow of thine What necd'st thou run so many miles about,
Hath any well-advised friend proclaim'd When thou may'st tell thy tale the nearest way? Reward to him that brings the traitor in?. Once mort, what Dews?
3 Mes. Such proclamation bath been made my liegt.
Cate. I go.
[He strikes him
Enter another' Messenger.
Buck. Why, then All-Souls' day is my body's dooms4 Mes. Sir Thomas Lovel, and lord Marquis Dorset,
day. 'Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms.
This is the day, which, in king Edward's time, But this good comfort bring I to your highness,
I wish'd might fali on me, when I was found The Bretagne navy is dispers’d by tempest:
False to his children, or his wife's allies ; Richmond, in Dorsetshire, sent out a boat
This is the day, wherein I wishd to fall Uoto the shore, to ask those on the banks,
By the false faith of him whom most I trusted ; If they were his assistants, yea, or no;
This, this All-Souls' day to my fearful soul, Who answerd him, they came from Buckingham
Is the determin'd respite of my wrongs. Upon his party: he, mistrusting them,
That high All-seer which I dallied with, Hois'd sail, and made his course again for Bretagne.
Hath turn'd my feigned prayer on my head, K. Rich. March on, march on, since we are up in And given in earnest what I beggʻd in jest. arms;
Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men If pot to fight with foreign enemies,
To turn their own points on their masters' bosoms; Yet to beat down these rebels here at home.
Thus Margaret's curse falls heavy on my neck,Enter Catesby.
When he, quoth she, shall split thy heart with sorrow,
Remember Margaret was a prophetess.Cate. My liege, the duke of Buckingham is taken
Come, sirs, convey me to the block of shame; That is the best news ; That the earl of Richmond
Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame. Is with a mighty power landed at Milford,
[Ereun Buckingham, ớc. Is colder news, but yet they must be sold. K. Rich. Away towards Salisbury; while we reason
SCENE II.- Plain near Tamworth Enter with here,
Drum and Colours, Richmond, Oxford, Sir James A royal battle might be won and lost :
Blunt, Sir Walter Herbert, and others, with Forces, Some one take order, Buckingham be brought
marching. To Salisbury ;-the rest march on with me. (Exeunt.
Riche Fellows in arms, and my most loving friends,
Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny, SCENE V.-A Room in Lord Stanley's House. En
Thus far into the bowels of the land ter Stanley, and Sir Christopher Urswick.
Have we mareh'd on without impediment; Scan. Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this from me: And bere receive we from our father Stanley That, in the sty of this most bloody boar,
Lines of fair comfort and encouragement. My son George Stanley is frank'd up in hold; The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar, If I revolt, off goes young George's head;
That spoil'd your summer fields, and fruitful vines, The fear of that withholds my present aid.
Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his trougte But, tell me, where is princely Richmond now? Io your embowell?d bosoms, this foul swine
Chris. At Pembroke, or at Ha’rford-west, in Wales. || Lies now even in the centre of this isle,
Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn :
From Tamworth thither, is but one day's march. Sir Gilbert Talbot, Sir William Stanley ;
In God's name, cheerly on, courageous friends,
By this one bloody trial of sharp war.
Oxf. Every man's conscience is a thousand swords, And towards London do they bend their course,
To fight against that bloody homicide. If by the way they be not fought withal.
Herb. I doubt not, but his friends will turn to us. Stan. Well, hie thee to thy lord; commend me to Blunt. He hath no friends, but who are friends for him;
fear; Tell him, the queen hath heartily consented
Which, in his dearest need, will fly from him. He shall espouse Elizabeth her daughter.
Rich. All for our vantage. Then, in God's name, These letters will resolve him of my mind.
march: Farewell. (Gives papers to Sir Chris. Exeunt. | True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings,
Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.
[Excunt. ACT V.
SCENE III.-Bosworth Field. Enter King Richard SCENE I.-Salisbury. An open Place. Enter the and Forces; the Duke of Norfolk, Earl of Surrey,
Sheriff, and Guard, with Buckingham, led to execu and others. tion.
* K. Rich. Here pitch our tents, even bere in Bos Buckingham.
worth field. WILL not king Richard let me speak with lim? -My lord of Surrey, why look you so sad? Sher. No, my good lord; therefore be patient. Sur. My heart is ten times lighter than my looks. Buck. Hastings, and Edward's children, Rivers, K. Rich. My lord of Norfolk, Grey,
Here, most gracious liege. Holy king Henry, and thy fair son Edward
K. Rich. Norfolk, we must have knocks; Ha! must Vaughan, and all that have miscarried
we not? By underhand, corrupted, foul injustice;
Nor. We must both give and take, my loving lord. If that your moody discontented souls
K. Rich. Up with my tent: Here will I lie to-night; Do through the clouds behold this present hour,
(Soldiers begin to set up the King's Tent. Even for revenge mock my destruction
But where, to-morrow?-Well, all's one for that.This is All-Souls' day, fellows, is it not?
Who hath descried the qumber of the traitors ? Sher. It is, my lord?
Nor. Six or seven thousand is their utmost power.
K. Rich. Why, our battalia trebles that account: K. Rich. Saw'st thou the melancholy lord NorthumBesides, the king's name is a tower of strength,
berland ? Which they upon the adverse faction want.
Rat. Thomas the earl of Surrey, and himsell, Up with the tent.-Come, noble gentlemen,
Much about cock-shut time, from troop to troop, Let us survey the vantage of the ground;
Went through the army, cheering up the soldiers. Call for some men of sound direction :
K. Rich. I am satisfied. Give me a bowl of wine : Let's want no discipline, make no delay;
I have not that alacrity of spirit,
William Brandon, Oxford, and other Lords. Some Rat. It is, my lord.
Bid my guard watch ; leave me. Rich. The weary sun hath made a golden set,
About the mid of night, come to my tent And, by the bright track of bis fiery car,
And help to arm me.-Leave me, I say. Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.
(King Richard retires into his Tent. Excurs Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my standard..
Ratcliff and Catesby. Give me some ink and paper in my tent ;~
Richmond's Tent opens, and discovers him and his I'll draw the form and model of our battle,
Oficers, &c. Enter Stanley. Limit each leader to his several charge,
Stan. Fortune and victory sit on thy helm! And part in just proportion our small power.
Rich. All comfort that the dark night can afford My lord of Oxford,-you, sir William Brandon, Be to thy person, noble father-in-law! And you, sir Walter Herbert, stay with me:
Tell me, how fares our loving mother? The earl of Pembroke keeps his regiment;
Stan. I, by attorney, bless thee from thy mother, Good captain Blunt, bear my good night to him, Who prays continually for Richmond's good: And by the second hoar in the morning
So much for that.-The silent hours steal on, Desire the earl to see me in my tent :
And flaky darkness breaks within the cast Yet one thing more, good captain, do for me; Io brief, for so the season bids us be, Where is lord Stanley quarter'd, do you know?
Prepare thy battle early in the morning; Blunt. Unless I have mista'en his colours much, And put thy fortune to the arbitrement (Which, well I am assurd, I have not done.)
of bloody strokes, and mortal-staring war. His regiment lies half a mile at least
I, as I may, (that which I would, I cannot.) South from the mighty power of the king.
With best advantage will deceive the time, Rich. If without peril it be possible,
And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms : Sweet Blunt, make some good means to speak with || But on thy side I may not be too forward, him,
Lest, being seen, thy brother tender George And give him from me this most needful note. Be executed in his father's sight.
Blunt. Upon my life, my lord, I'll undertake it; Farewell: The leisure and the fearful time And so, God give you quiet rest to-night!
Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love, Rich. Good night, good captain Blunt. Come, gen And ample interchange of sweet discourse, tlemen,
Which so long sunder'd friends should dwell upon; Let us consult upon to-moitow's business;
God give us leisure for these rites of love! In to my tent, the air is raw and cold.
Once more, adieu:-Be valiant, and speed well! (They withdraw into the Tent, Rich. Good lords, conduct him to his regiment: Enter, to his Tent, King Richard, Norfolk, Ratcliff,
l'il strive, with troubled thoughts, to take a nap; and Catesby.
Lest leaden slumber peise me down to-morrow,
When I should mount with wings of victory: K. Riche What is't o'clock ?
Once more, good night, kind lorls and gentlemen. Cate. It's supper time, my lord;
[Excunt Lords, óc. with Stanker. It's nine o'clock.
O Thou! whose captain I account myself,
Look on my forces with a gracious eye ;
Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath,' What, is my beaver easier than it was ?
That they may crush down with a heavy fall And all my armour laid into my tent?
The usurping helmets of our adversaries ! Cate. It is, my liege; and all things are in readiness.
Make us thy ministers of chastisement, K. Rich. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge;
That we may praise thee in thy victory! Use careful watch, choose trusty sentinels.
To thee I do commend my watchful soul, Nor. I go, my lord.
Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes; K. Riche Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle Nor Sleeping, and waking, 0, defend me still!
(Sleepin Nor. I warrant you, my lord.
The Ghost of Prince Edward, Son to Henry the Sixth K. Rich, Ratcliff,
rises between the two Tents. Rat. My lord ?
Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul tomorrow! K. Rich. Send out a pursuivant at arms To Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his power
Think, how thou stabb’dst me in my prime of youth Before sun-rising, lest his son George fail
At Tewksbury; Despair therefore, and die! Into the blind cave of eternal night.
Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wronged souls Fill me a bowl of wine---Give ine a watch : [To Cate. Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf: -Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow.
King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts ther. Look that my staves be sound, and not too heavy.
The Ghost of King Henry the Sixth rises, Ratcliff, -
Ghost. When I was mortal, my anointed body Rat. My lord?
[To K. Rick
(70 K. Rick
By thee was punched full of deadly holes ;
And Richard falls in beight of all his pride. Think on the Tower, and me; Despair, and die ;
[The Ghosts vanish. King Richard starts out of Harry the sixth bids thee despair and die
his dream, Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror! [T. Rich. K. Rich. Give me another horse, -bind up my Harry, that prophesied thou should'st be king,
wounds Doth comfort thee in thy sleep; Live, and flourish! Have mercy, Jesu !-Soft; I did but dream.The Ghost of Clarence rises.
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!
The lights burn blue.-It is now dead midnight. Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow!
Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. [To K. Rich.
What do I fear? myself? there's none else by: I, that was wash'd to death with fulsome wine,
Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I. Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death!
Is there a murderer here? No ;-Yes; I am: Tomorrow in the battle think on me,
Then fly,-What, from myself? Great reason: Why? And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair, and die !
Lest I revenge. What? Myself on myself? Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster, [To Rich.
I love myself. Wherefore ? for any good, The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee ;
That I myself have done unto myself? Good angels guard thy battle! Live, and flourish!
0, no ; alas, I rather hate myself, The Ghosts of Rivers, Grey, and Vaughan, rise. For hateful deeds committed by myself, Riv. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-moitow,
I am a villain: Yet I lie, I am not.
[To K. Rich. / Fool, of thyself speak well :-Fool, do not flatter. Rivers, that died at Pomfret! Despair, and die !
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, Grey. Think upon Grey, and let thy soul despair !
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
And every tale condemns me for a villain.
All several sins, all us'd in each degree,
[T. Richm. | Throng to the bar, crying all.-Guilty! guilty! Will conquer him ;-wake, and win the day!
I shall despair. There is no creature loves me;
And, if I die, no soul will pity me:-
Nay, wherefore should they? since that I myself Ghost. Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake; Find in myself no pity to myself.
[To K. Rich. || Methought, the souls of all that I had murderd And in a bloody battle end thy days!
Came to my tent: and every one did threat Think on lord Hastings; and despair, and die! To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard. Quiet, untroubled soul, awake, awake! [To Richm.
Enter Ratcliff. Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake!
Rat. My lord, The Ghosts of the two young Princes rise. K. Rich. Who's there? Ghorts. Dream on thy cousins sinother'd in the Rat. Ratcliff, my lord, 'tis 1. The early village Tower;
cock Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard,
Hath twice done salutation to the morn; And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death! Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour. Thy nephews' souls bid thee despair, and die.
K. Rich. O, Ratclift, I have dream'd a fearful
dream! Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake in joy; Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy!
What thinkest thou? will our friends prove all true ? Live, and beget a happy race of kings!
Rat. No doubt, my lord.
K. Rich. Edward's unhappy sons do bid thee flourish.
Ratcliff, I fear, I fear,
Rat. Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of shadows. The Ghost of Queen Anne rises.
K. Rich. By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Ghost. Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard, wife,
Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers, That never slept a quiet hour with thee,
Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond. Now fills thy sleep with perturbations :
It is not yet near day. Come, go with me; Tomorrow in the battle think on me,
Under our tents I'll play the eaves-dropper, And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair, and die ! To hear, if any mean to shrink from me. Thou, quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep ;
[E.xeunt King Richard and Rateliff. [To Rich.
Richmond wakes. Enter Oxford and others. Dream of success and happy victory;
Lords. Good morrow, Richmond. Thy adversary's wife doth pray for thee.
Riche 'Cry mercy, lords, and watchful gentlemen, The Ghost of Buckingham rises.
That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard here. Ghost. The first was I, that help'd thee to the crown ; Lords. How have you slept, my lord ?
[To K. Rich.
Rich. The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding dreams, The last was I that felt thy tyranny:
That ever enter'd in a drowsy head, 0, in the battle think on Buckingham,
Have I since your departure had, my lords. And die in terror of thy guiltiness!
Methought, their souls, whose bodies Richard murder'd, Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death ; Came to my tent, and cried-On! victory! Fainting, despair; despairing, yield thy breath !
I promise you, my heart is very jocund I died for hope, ere I could lend thee aid: [T. Rich. In the remembrance of so fair a dream. But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay'd: How far into the morning is it, lords ? God, and good angels fight on Richmond's side ; Lords. Upon the stroke of four.