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Swear then by something that thou hast not


K. Rich. Now by the world,

Q. Eliz. 'Tis full of thy foul wrongs.

K. Rich. My father's death,—

Q. Eliz. Thy life hath that dishonour'd.

K. Rich. Then, by myself,—

Q. Eliz. Thyself is self-misus'd.

K. Rich. Why then, by God,

Q. Eliz. God's wrong is most of all.

If thou hadst fear'd to break an oath by him,
The unity the king thy brother made
Had not been broken, nor my brother slain :
If thou hadst 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

Which now, two tender bed-fellows for dust,
Thy broken faith hath made a prey for worms.
What caust thou swear by now?

K. Rich. By the time to come.

Q. Eliz. That thou hast wrong'd in the time

For I myself have many years to wash
Hereafter time, for time past wrong'd by thee.
The children live, whose parents thou hast

Ungoveru'd youth, to wail it in their age:
The parents live, whose children


thou hast

Old barren plants, to wail it with their age. Swear not by time to come; for that thou hast

Misus'd ere used, by times ill-us'd o'erpast.

K. Rich. As I intend to prosper, and re-

So thrive I in my dangerous attempt
Of hostile arms! myself myself confound!
Heaven and fortune, bar me happy hours!
Day, yield me not thy light; nor night, thy


Be opposite 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 consists my happiness and thine;
Without her follows to myself and thee,
Herself, the land, and many a Christian soul,
Death, desolation, 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 so,)
Be the attorney of my love to her,
Plead what I will be, not what I have been ;
Not my deserts, but what I will deserve:
Urge the necessity and state of times.
And be not peevish found in great designs,
Q. Eliz. Shall I be tempted of the devil
thus ?

K. Rich. Ay, if the devil tempt thee to do

Q. Eliz. Shall I forget myself, to be myself?
K. Rich. Ay, if your self's remembrance
wrong yourself.

Q. Eliz. But thou didst kill my children.
K. Rich. But in your daughter's womb I bury

Where in that nest of spicery, † they shall

Selves of themselves, to your recomforture.
Q. Eliz. Shall I go win my daughter to thy

K. Rich. And be a happy mother by the deed.
Q. Eliz. I go.-Write to me very shortly,
And you shall understand from me her mind.
K. Rich. Bear her my true love's kiss, and
so farewell.

[Kissing her. Exit Q. ELIZABETH. Relenting fool, and shallow. changing wo


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Enter RATCLIFF; CATESBY following.
Rat. Most mighty sovereign, on the western


Rideth a puissant navy; to the shore
Throng many doubtful hollow-hearted friends,
Unarm'd and unresolv'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 ashore.
K. Rich. Some light-foot friend post to the
duke of Norfolk :-

Ratcliff, thyself,-or Catesby; where is he?
Cate. Here, my good lord.

K. Rich. Catesby, fly to the duke.
Cute. I will, my lord, with all convenient

K. Rich. Ratcliff, come hither; Post to Salis-

When thou com'st thither,-Dull, unmindful villain,


Why stay'st thou here, and go'st not to the duke ?

Cate. First, mighty liege, tell me your high-
ness' pleasure.

What from your grace I shall deliver to him.
K. Rich. O true, good Catesby;-Bid him
levy straight

The greatest strength and power he can make,
And meet me suddenly at Salisbury.

Cate. I go.

Rat. What, may it please you, shall I do at
Salisbury ?

K. Rich. Why, what would'st thou do there
before I go?

Rat. Your highness told me, I should post before.


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

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

Nor none so bad, but well may be reported, neither good K. Rich. Heyday, a riddle !

nor bad!

What need'st thou run so many miles about, When thou may'st tell thy tale the nearest way?

Once more what news?

Stan. Richmond is on the seas.

K. Rich. There let him sink, and be the seas
on him!

White-liver'd runagate, what doth he there?
Stan. I know not, mighty sovereign, but by

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K. Rich. Is the chair empty? is the sword

Is the king dead? The empire unpossess'd?
What heir of York is there alive, but we?
And who is England's king, but great York's
heir ?

Then, tell me, what makes he upon the seas ?
Stan. Unless for that, my liege, I cannot guess.
K. Rich. Unless for that he comes to be your
You cannot guess wherefore the Welshman
Thou wilt revolt, and fly to him, I fear.
Stan. No, mighty liege; therefore distrust ine

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When they should serve their sovereign in the


Stan. They have not been commanded, mighty king:

Pleaseth your majesty to give me leave, I'muster up my friends; and meet your grace, Where and what time your majesty shall please. K. Rich. Ay, ay, thou wouldst be gone to join with Richmond:

I will not trust you, Sir.

Stan. Most mighty sovereign,

You have no cause to hold my friendship doubtful;

I never was nor never will be false.

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

Your son, George Stanley; look your heart be firm,

Or else his head's assurance is but frail. Stan. So deal with him, as I prove true to you. [Exit STANLEY.


Mess. My gracious sovereign, now in Devonshire,

As I by friends am well advértised,

Sir Edward Courtney, and the haughty prelate,
Bishop of Exeter, his elder brother,
With many more confederates, are in arms.

Enter another MESSENGER.

2 Mess. In Kent, my liege, the Guildfords are in arms;

And every hour more competitors ⚫

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Stan. Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this
from me :-

That, in the sty of this most bloody boar,
If I revolt, off goes young George's head;
My son George Stanley is frank'd up in hold;
The fear of that withholds my present aid.
But tell me where is princely Richmond now?
Chris. At Pembroke, or at Ha'rford-west in

Stan. What men of name resort to him?
Chris. Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned sol-

Sir Gilbert Talbert, Sir William Stanley;
Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, Sir James Blunt,
And Rice ap Thoinas, with a valiant crew;
Aud many other of great fame and worth:
And towards London do they bend their course,
If by the way they be not fought withal.
Stan. Well hie thee to thy lord; commend
me to him;

Tell him, the queen hath heartily consented
He shall espouse Elizabeth her daughter.

Flock to the rebels, and their power grows These letters will resolve him of my mind.


Enter another MESSENGER.

3 Mess. My lord, the army of great Buck ingham

K. Rich. Out on ye, owls ! nothing but songs of death? [He strikes him There, take thou that, till thou bring better


3 Mess. The news I have to tell your majesty,

Is, that by sudden floods and fall of waters,
Buckingham's army is dispers'd and scatter'd ;
And he himself wander'd away alone,
No man knows whither.

K. Rich. Oh! I cry you mercy: There is my purse to cure that blow of thine. Hath any well-advised friend proclaim'd Reward to him that brings the traitor in? 3 Mess. Such proclamation hath been made, my liege.

Enter another MESSENGER.

4 Mess. Sir Thomas Lovel, and lord marquis Dorset,

'Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms. But this good comfort bring I to your high


The Bretagne navy is dispers'd by tempest:
Richmond, in Dorsetshire, sent out a boat
Unto the shore, to ask those on the banks,
f they were his assistants, yea or no;
Who answer'd him, they came from Buckingham
Upon his party: he, mistrusting them,
Hois'd sail, and made his course again

K. Rich. March on, march on, since we
up in arms;

If not to fight with foreign enemies,
Yet to beat down these rebels here at home.




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Farewell. [Gives papers to Sir CHRISTOPHER.



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I wish'd might fall on me, when I was found
This is the day, wherein 1 wish'd to fall
False to his children, or his wife's allies:
This, this All-Souls' day to my fearful soul,
By the false faith of him whom most I trusted;
That high All-seer which I dallied with,
Is the determin'd respite of my wrongs.
Hath turned my feigned prayer on my head,
And given in earnest what I begg'd in jest.
Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men
To turn theis own points on their masters'


curse falls heavy on my

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When he, quoth she, shall split thy heart with sorrow,

Remember Margaret was a prophetess.Come, Sirs, convey me to the block of shame;

Wrong bath but wrong, and blame the due of blame.


SCENE II.-Plain near Tamworth. Enter, with drum and colours, RICHMOND, OXFORD, Sir JAMES BLUNT, Sir WALTER HERBERT, and others, with forces, marching.

Enter, on the other side of the field, RICH-
and other Lords. Some of the soldiers pitch
RICHMOND's tent.

Richm. The weary sun hath made a golden

And, by the bright track of his fiery car,
Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.-
Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my stan-

Give me some ink and paper in my tent;
I'll draw the form and model of our battle,
Limit cach leader to his several charge,
And part in just proportion our small power.
My lord of Oxford,-you, Sir William Bran-

Richm. Fellows in arms, and my most loving And you, Sir Walter Herbert, stay with me:


Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny,

Thus 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 spoil'd your summer fields and fruitful


Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes
his trough

In your embowell'd bosoms, this foul swine
Lies now even in the centre of this is !e,
Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn:
From Tamworth thither, is but one day's


In God's name, cheerly on, courageous friends,
To reap the harvest of perpetual peace
By this one bloody trial of sharp war.

Oxf. Every man's conscience is a thousand

To fight against that bloody homicide.

Herb. I doubt not, but his friends will turn

to us.

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The earl of Pembroke keeps + his regiment ;-
Good captain Blunt, bear my good night to


And by the second hour in the morning
Desire the earl to see me in my tent:-
Yet one thing more, good captain, do for me;
Where is lord Stanley quarter'd, do you know?
Blunt. Unless I have mista'en his colours


(Which well I am assur'd I have not done,)
His regiment lies half a mile at least
South from the mighty power of the king.
Richm. If without peril it be possible,
Sweet Blunt, make good some means to speak
with him,

And give him from me this most needful note.
Blunt. Upon my life, my lord, I'll undertake

And so, God give you quiet rest to-night!
Richm. Good night, good captain Blunt.
Come, gentlemen,

In to my tent, the air is raw and cold.
Let us consult upon to-morrow's business;

[They withdraw into the Tent.

Enter, to his Tent, King RICHARD, NOB

K. Rich. What is't o'clock !
Cate. It's supper time, my lord:
It's nine o'clock.

K. Rich. I will not sup to-night.
Give me some ink and paper.
What, is my beaver easier than it was?
And all my armour laid into my tent?

Cate. It is, my liege; and all things are in

K. Rich. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy

Use careful watch, choose trusty sentinels.
Nor. I go, my lord.


K. Rich. Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle


Nor. I warrant you, my lord.

K. Rich. Ratcliff,

Rat. My lord ?



Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his
K. Rich. Send out a pursuivant at arms
Before sun-rising, lest his son George fall
Into the blind cave of eternal night.-
Fill me a bowl of wine.-Give me a watch; ‡-
Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow.-
Look that my staves be sound, and not too


Rat. My lord?

K. Rich. Saw'st thou the melancholy lord

Rat. Thomas the earl of Surrey, and himself,
Much about cock-shut time, from troop to

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Appoint. + Remains with. [Exeunt. A watch-light. Wood of the lances. Twilight,

I have not that alacrity of spirit,

K. Rich. I am satisfied. Give me a bowl of By thee was punched full of deadly holes : wine : Think on the Tower and me; Despair, and die; Harry the sixth bids thee despair and die.Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror ! [To RICHMOND Harry, that prophesy'd thou should'st be king, Doth comfort thee in thy sleep: Live and flourish!

Nor cheer of mind that I was wont to have. So, set it down.-Is ink and paper ready? Rat. It is, my lord.

K. Rich. Bid my guard watch; leave me. About the mid of night, come to my tent And help to arm me.-Leave me, I say.

[King RICHARD retires into his Tent. Exeunt RATCLIFF and CATESBY.

The GHOST of CLARENCE rises. Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul tomorrow! [To King RICHARD.

RICHMOND'S Tent opens, and discovers him, I, that was wash'd to death with fulsome

and his officers, &c.


Stan. Fortune and victory sit on thy helm ! Richm. All comfort that the dark night can afford,

Be to thy person, noble father-in-law !
Tell me, how fares our loving mother?
Stan. 1, by attorney,

bless thee from thy

Who prays continually for Richmond's good;
So much for that.--The silent hours steal on,
And flaky darkness breaks within the east.
In brief, for so the season bids us be,
Prepare thy battle early in the morning;
And put thy fortune to the arbitrement
Of bloody strokes, and mortal-staring war.
1, as I may, (that which I would, I cannot,)
With best advantage will deceive the time,
And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms:
But on thy side I may not be too forward,
Lest, being seen, thy brother, tender George,
Be executed in his father's sight:
Farewell: The leisure and the fearful time
Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love,
And ample interchange of sweet discourse,
Which so long sunder'd friends should dwell

God give us leisure for these rites of love!
Once more, adieu-Be valiant, and speed

Richm. Good lords, conduct him to his regi


I'll strive with troubled thoughts, to take a nap;

Lest leaden slumber peiset me down to-morrow,

When I should mount with wings of victory: Once more good night, kind lords and gentle

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The GHOST of Prince EDWARD, son to HENRY the sixth, rises between the two tents. Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow! [To King RICHARD. Think, how thou stab'dst me in my prime of youth

At Tewksbury; Despair therefore, and dic!-
Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wronged soul's

Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf:
King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thee.

The GHOST of King HENRY the sixth rises.
Ghost. When I was mortal, my anointed

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Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death! To-morrow in the battle think on me,

And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair and die !

Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster, [To RICHMOND. The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee; Good angels guard thy battle! Live, and flourish !


Riv. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow, [To King RICHARD. Rivers, that died at Pomfret! Despair, and die ?

Grey. Think upon Grey, and let thy soul despair! [To King RICHARD. Vaugh. Think upon Vaughan; and, with guilty fear,

Let fall thy lance! Despair, and die!—


All. Awake! and think, our wrongs in Richard's bosom [To RICHMOND. and win the

Will conquer him; - awake,


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Quiet untroubled soul, awake, awake!

[To RICHMOND. Aim, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake!

The GHOSTS of the two young PRINCES rise.

Ghosts. Dream on thy cousins smother'd in the Tower;

Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard,
And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and


Thy nephews' souls bid thee despair, and die.Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake

in joy ;

Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy! Live, and beget a happy race of kings! Edward's unhappy sous do bid thee flourish.

The GHOST of Queen ANNE rises. Ghost. Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy wife, That never slept a quiet hour with thee, Now fills thy sleep with perturbations; To-morrow in the battle think on me, And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair, and die!

Thou, quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep; [To RICHMOND Dream of success and happy victory; Thy adversary's wife doth pray for thee.

The GHOST of BUCKINGHAM rises. Ghost. The first was I, that help'd thee to the crown; [To King RICHARD.

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The lights burn blue.-It is now dead night.


Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear? myself? there's none else by:

Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.

Is there a murderer here? No -Yes; I am :
Then fly,-What, from myself? Great reason:
Why ?

Lest I revenge, What? Myself on myself?
I love myself. Wherefore? for any good,
That I myself have done unto myself?
O no: alas, I rather hate myself,
For hateful deeds committed by myself.
I am a villain; Yet I lie, I am not.
Fool, of thyself speak well :-Fool,




My conscience hath a thousand several tougues,
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
And every tale condemns me for a villain.
Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree;
Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree;
All several sins, all us'd in each degree;
Throng to the bar, crying all,-Guilty guilty!
I shall despair.-There is no creature loves


And, if I die, no soul will pity me :

Richm. 'Cry mercy, lords, and watchful gen.

That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard here.
Lords. How have you slept, my lord?
Richm. The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding

That ever enter'd in a drowsy head,
Have I since your departure had, my lords.
Methought, their souls, whose bodies Richard

Came to my tent, and cried-On! victory!
I promise you, my heart is very jocund
In the remembrance of so fair a dream.
How far into the morning is it, lords f
Lords. Upon the stroke of four.
Richm. Why, then 'tis time to arm, and give
[He advances to the troops.
More than I have said, loving countrymen,
The leisure and enforcement of the time
Forbids to dwell on. Yet remember this,-
our good cause, fight upon our
God, and

The prayers of holy saints, and wronged souls,
Like high-rear'd bulwarks, stand before our

Richard except, those whom we fight against
Had rather have us win, than him they follow.
For what is he they follow? truly, gentlemen,
A bloody tyrant, and a homicide;

One rais'd in blood, and one in blood esta-

One that made mcans to come by what he hath,

And slaughter'd those that were the means to

help him:

A base foul stone, made precious by the foil
Of England's chair, where he is falsely set;
One that hath ever been God's enemy:
Then, if you fight against God's enemy,
God will, in justice, ward you as his sol-
diers ;

If you do sweat to put a tyrant down,
You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain;
If you do fight against your country's foes,
Your country's fat shall pay your pains the

Nay, wherefore should they? since that I my- If you do fight in safeguard of your wives,


Find in myself no pity to myself.
Methought, the souls of all tuat I had mur-

Came to my tent and every one did threat
To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard.

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What thinkest thou? will our friends prove all true?

Rat. No doubt, my lord.

K. Rich. Ratcliff, I fear, I fear,

Rat. Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of shadows.

K. Rich. By the apostle Paul, shadows tonight

Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard,
Than can the substance of ten thousand sol-

Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond.
It is not yet near day. Come, go with me;
Under our tents I'll play the caves-dropper,
To hear, if any mean to shrink from me.

[Exeunt King RICHARD, and RATCLIFF. RICHMOND wakes. Enter OXFORD and others.

Lords. Good morrow, Richmond.

Your wives shall welcome home the con


If you do free your children from the sword,
Your children's children quit it in your age.
Then in the name of God, and all these

Advance your standards, draw your willing

For me, the ransom of my bold attempt
Shall be this cold corpse on the earth's cold

But, if I thrive, the gain of my attempt
The least of you shall share his part thereof.
Sound, drums and trumpets, boldly and cheer.
God and Saint George! Richmond and victory!

Re-enter King RICHARD, RATCLIFF, atten-
dants, and Forces.

K. Rich. What said Northumberland, as touch-
ing Richmond?

Rat. That he was never trained up in arms.
K. Rich. He said the truth: And what said
Surrey then?

Rat. He smil'd, and said the

K. Rich. He was i'the right;

it is.

better for our

and so, indeed, [Clock strikes.

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