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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,
Which now, two tender bed-fellows for dust,
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
Ungoveru'd youth, to wail it in their age:
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
Be opposite all planets of good luck
To my proceeding, if with pure heart's love,
I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter!
K. Rich. Ay, if the devil tempt thee to do
Q. Eliz. Shall I forget myself, to be myself?
Q. Eliz. But thou didst kill my children.
Where in that nest of spicery, † they shall
Selves of themselves, to your recomforture.
K. Rich. And be a happy mother by the deed.
[Kissing her. Exit Q. ELIZABETH. Relenting fool, and shallow. changing wo
Enter RATCLIFF; CATESBY following.
Rideth a puissant navy; to the shore
Ratcliff, thyself,-or Catesby; where is he?
K. Rich. Catesby, fly to the duke.
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-
What from your grace I shall deliver to him.
The greatest strength and power he can make,
Cate. I go.
Rat. What, may it please you, shall I do at
K. Rich. Why, what would'st thou do there
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 !
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
White-liver'd runagate, what doth he there?
K. Rich. Is the chair empty? is the sword
Is the king dead? The empire unpossess'd?
Then, tell me, what makes he upon the seas ?
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.
Enter a MESSENGER.
Mess. My gracious sovereign, now in Devonshire,
As I by friends am well advértised,
Sir Edward Courtney, and the haughty prelate,
Enter another MESSENGER.
2 Mess. In Kent, my liege, the Guildfords are in arms;
And every hour more competitors ⚫
SCENE V-A Room in Lord STANLEY'S
Enter STANLEY and Sir CHRISTOPHER
Stan. Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this
That, in the sty of this most bloody boar,
Stan. What men of name resort to him?
Sir Gilbert Talbert, Sir William Stanley;
Tell him, the queen hath heartily consented
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,
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:
K. Rich. March on, march on, since we
If not to fight with foreign enemies,
Farewell. [Gives papers to Sir CHRISTOPHER.
I wish'd might fall on me, when I was found
curse falls heavy on my
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.
[Exeunt BUCKINGHAM, &C.
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-
Richm. The weary sun hath made a golden
And, by the bright track of his fiery car,
Give me some ink and paper in my tent;
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
Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes
In your embowell'd bosoms, this foul swine
In God's name, cheerly on, courageous friends,
Oxf. Every man's conscience is a thousand
To fight against that bloody homicide.
Herb. I doubt not, but his friends will turn
The earl of Pembroke keeps + his regiment ;-
And by the second hour in the morning
(Which well I am assur'd I have not done,)
And give him from me this most needful note.
And so, God give you quiet rest to-night!
In to my tent, the air is raw and cold.
[They withdraw into the Tent.
Enter, to his Tent, King RICHARD, NOB
K. Rich. What is't o'clock !
K. Rich. I will not sup to-night.
Cate. It is, my liege; and all things are in
K. Rich. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy
Use careful watch, choose trusty sentinels.
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
Rat. My lord?
K. Rich. Saw'st thou the melancholy lord
Rat. Thomas the earl of Surrey, and himself,
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 !
bless thee from thy
Who prays continually for Richmond's good;
God give us leisure for these rites of love!
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
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!-
Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf:
The GHOST of King HENRY the sixth rises.
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 !
The GHOSTS of RIVERS, GREY, and VAUGHAN, rise.
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!—
[To King RICHARD.
All. Awake! and think, our wrongs in Richard's bosom [To RICHMOND. and win the
Will conquer him; - awake,
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,
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.
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 :
Lest I revenge, What? Myself on myself?
My conscience hath a thousand several tougues,
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.
That ever enter'd in a drowsy head,
Came to my tent, and cried-On! victory!
The prayers of holy saints, and wronged souls,
Richard except, those whom we fight against
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
A base foul stone, made precious by the foil
If you do sweat to put a tyrant down,
Nay, wherefore should they? since that I my- If you do fight in safeguard of your wives,
Find in myself no pity to myself.
Came to my tent and every one did threat
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,
Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond.
[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,
Advance your standards, draw your willing
For me, the ransom of my bold attempt
But, if I thrive, the gain of my attempt
Re-enter King RICHARD, RATCLIFF, atten-
K. Rich. What said Northumberland, as touch-
Rat. That he was never trained up in arms.
Rat. He smil'd, and said the
K. Rich. He was i'the right;
better for our
and so, indeed, [Clock strikes.