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Swear then by something that thou hast not Enter RatcliEF; CATESBY following. wrons'd.
Rat. Most mighty sovereign, on the western K. Rich. Now by the world,
coast Q. Elis. 'fis full of thy soul wrongs.
Rideth a puissant navy ; to the shore K. Rich. My father's death,
Throng many doubtful hollow-hearted friends, Q. Eliz. Thy lite bath that dishonour'd.
Unarm'd and unresolv'd to beat them back : K. Rich. Then, by myself,
'Tis thought that Richmond is their admiral ; Q. Eliz. Thyself is self-misus'd.
And there they hull, expecting but the aid K. Rich. Why then, by God,
of Buckingham, to welcome them ashore. Q. Eliz. God's wrong is most of all.
K. Rich. Some light-foot friend post to the I thou hadst fear'd to break an oath by him,
duke of Norfolk :-The unity the king thy brother made
Ratcliff, thyself,-or Catesby ; where is he?
K. Rich. Cateshy, fly to the duke.
Cute. I will, my lord, with all convenient Had grac'd the tender temples of my child ;
haste. And both the princes had been breathing K. Rich. Ratcliff, come hither ; Post to Salis. bere,
bury; Which now, two tender bed-fellows for dust, When thou com'st thither,-Dull, unmindful Thy broken faith hath made a prey for worms.
villain, What canst thou swear by now
[To CATESBY. K. Rich. By the time to come.
Why stay'st thou here, and go'st not to the Q. Eliz. That thou hast wrong'd in the time
duke ? o'erpast;
Cate. First, mighty liege, tell me your bighFor I myseli' have many years to wash
ness' pleasure. Hereafter time, for time past wrong'd by thee. Wbat from your grace I shall deliver to bim. The children live, whose parents thou hast K. Rich. O true, good Catesby ;-Bid him slaughter'd,
levy straight Ungoveru'd youth, to wail it in their age : The greatest strength and power he can make, The parents live, whose children thou hast and meet me suddenly at Salisbury. butcher'd,
Cate. I go.
(Exit. Old barren plants, to wail it with their age. Rat. What, may it please you, shall I do at Swear not by time to come ; for that thou
K. Rich. Why, what would'st thou do there Misus'd ere used, hy times ill-us'd o'erpast.
before I go? K. Rich. As i intend to prosper, and re- Rat. Your highness told me, I should post pent!
before. So thrive I in my dangerous attempt of hostile arms I myself myself confound !
Enter STANLEY Heaven and fortune, bar me happy hours ! K. Rich. My mind is chang'd.-Stanley, what Day, yield me not thy light; nor night, thy
news with you ! rest!
Stan. None good, my liege, to please you Be opposite all planets of good luck
with the hearing ; To my proceeding, if with pure heart's love, Nor none so bad, but well may be reported, Immaculate devotion, holy thoughts,
K. Rich. Heyday, a riddle ! neither good I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter !
nor bad 1 In her cousists my happiness and thine ; What need'st thou run so many miles about, Without her follows to myself and thee,
When thou may'st tell thy tale the nearest Herself, the land, and many a Christian soul,
way? Death, desolation, ruin, and decay :
Once more what news! It cannot be avoided but by this;
Stan. Richmond is on the seas. It will not be avoided but by this.
K. Rich. There let him sink, and be the seas Therefore, dear mother, (1 inust call you so,)
on bim! Be the attorney of my love to her,
White-liver'd runagate, what doth he there? Plead what I will be, not what I have been ; Stan. I know not, mighty sovereign, but by Not my deserts, but what I will deserve :
guess. Urge the necessity and state of times.
K. Rich. Well, as you guess ? And be not peevish • found in great designs, Stan. Stirr'd up by Dorset, Buckinghain, and Q. Eliz. Shall I be tempted of the devil
Morton, thus ?
He makes for England bere to claim the K. Rich. Ay, if the devil tempt thee to do good.
K. Rich. Is the chair empty? is the sword Q. Eliz. Shall I forget myself, to be myself? unsway'd ! Å. Rich. Ay, if your self's remembrance is the king dead? The empire unpossess'd ? wrong yourself.
Wbat beir of York is there alive, but we? Q. Eliz. But thou didst kill my cbildren. And who is England's king, but great York's Ã. Rich. But in your daughter's womb I bury
heir ? them :
Then, tell me, what makes he upon the seas ! Where in that nest of spicery, t
they sball Stan. Unless for that, my liege, I cannot guess. breed
K. Rich. Unless for that he comes to be your Selves of themselves, to your recomforture.
(comes. Q. Eliz. Sball i go win my daughter to thy You cannot guess wherefore the Welshman will ?
Thou wilt revolt, and fly to him, I fear. K. Rich. And be a happy mother by the deed. Stan. No, mighty liege ; therefore distrust ine Q. Eliz. I go.-Write to me very shortly,
not. And you shall understand from me her mind. K. Rich. Where is thy power then, to beat K. Rich. Bear ber my true love's kiss, and
him back ? so farewell.
Where be thy tenants and thy followers ? [Kissing her. Erit Q. ELIZABETH. Are they not now upon the western sbore, Relenting tool, and shallow. changing wo-Safe conducting the rebels from their ships ? man !
Stan. No, my good lord, my good friends are How now what news ?
in the north.
K. Rich. Cold friends to me : what de they • Fonlish. + The phoenix's nest.
in the north,
When they should serve their sovereign in the K. Rich. Away towards Salisbury ; while we west?
reason here, Stan. They have not been commanded, mighty A royal battle might be won and lost :king :
Some one take order Buckingham be brought Pieaseth your majesty to give me leave,
To Salisbury ;-the rest march on with me. I'll muster np my friends; and meet your grace,
[Ereuns Where and what time your majesty sball please. K. Rich. Ay, ay, thou woulust be gone to join SCENE V.-A Room in Lord STANLEY'S with Richmond :
Enter STANLEY and Sir CHRISTOPHER You have no cause to bold my friendship
Stan. Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this I never was nor never will be false.
from me:K. Rich. Well, go, muster men. But, hear that, in the sty of this most bloody boar, you, leave behind
My son George Stanley is frank'd + up in hold; Your son, George Stanley ; look your heart be it'I revolt, off goes youlig George's head; firin,
The fear of that withbolds my present aid. Or else his head's assurance is but frail.
But tell me where is princely Richmond now? Star. So deal with him, as I prove true to Chris. At Pembroke, or at Ha'rford-west in you. (Exit STANLEY.
Stan. What men of name resort to him?
Chris. Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned sol. Mess. My gracious sovereign, pow in Devonshire,
Sir Gilbert Talbert, Sir William Stanley ; As I by friends am well advertised,
Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, Sir Jaines Blunt, Sir Edward Courtney, and the baughty prelate, And Rice ap Tboinas, with a valiant crew; Bishop of Exeter, his elder brother,
Aud many other of great fame and worth : With many more confederates, are in arms. And towards Londou do they bend their course, Enter another MESSENGER.
If by tbe way they be not fought withal.
Sian. Well hie thee to thy lord ; commend 2 Mess. In Kent, my liege, the Guildfords
me to him; are in arms;
Tell him, the queen hath heartily consented And every hour more competitors
He shall espouse Elizabeth her daughter. Flock to the rebels, and their power grows These letters will resolve him of iny mind. strong.
Farewell. (Gives papers to Sir CHRISTOPHER.
(Exeunt. Enter another MESSENGER. 3 Ness. My lord, tbe army of great Buck
inghamK. Rich. Out on ye, owls! nothing hnt songs
ACT V. of death?
[He strikes him There, take thou that, till thou bring better SCENE 1.-Salisbury.--An open place.
news. 3 Mess. The news I have to tell your ma.
Enter the SHERIFF, and Guard, with BUCKjesty,
INGHAM, led to e.cecution. Is,-that by sudden floods and fall of waters, Buck. Will not king Richard let me speak Buckingham's army is dispers'd and scatler'd;
with him ? And be himself wander'd away alone,
Sher. No, my good lord ; therefore be paNo man knows whither.
tient. K. Rich. Oh! I cry you mercy :
Buck. Hastings, and Edward's children, Ri. There is my purse to cure that blow of thine.
vers, Grey, Hath any well-advised friend proclaim'd
Holy king Henry, and thy fair son Edward, Reward to him that brings the traitor in? Vaughan, and all that have miscarried 3 Mess. Such proclamation hath been made, By under haud corrupted foul injustice; my liege.
If that your moody discontented souls
Do through the clouds behold this present Enter another MESSENGER.
hour, 4 Mess. Sir Thomas Lovel, and lord marquis Even for revenge mock my destruction ! Dorset,
This is All-Souls' day, fellows, is it not? 'Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms. Sher. It is, my lord. But this good comfort bririg I to your high- Buck. Why then, All-Souls' day is my body's ness,
doomsday. The Bretagne navy is dispers'd by tempest: This is the day, which, in king Edward's Richmond, in Dorsetzbire, sent out a boat
time, Unto the shore, to ask those on the banks, I wish'd might fall on me, when I was found f they were his assistants, yea or no;
False to his children, or bis wife's allies : Who answer'd him, they came from Buckingham This is the day, wherein I wish'd to fall Upon his party: he, mistrusting them,
By the false faith of him whom most trusted ; Huisd sail, and made his course again for this, this All-Souls' day to my fearful soul, Bretagne.
Is the determin'd respite of my wrongs. I K. Rich. March on, march on, since we are That high All-seer which I dallied with, up in arms;
Hath torned my feigned prayer on my head, If not to fight with foreign enemies,
And given iu carnest what I begg'd in jest. Yet to beat down these rebels bere at home.
Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men Enter CATESBY.
To turn theis own points on their masters'
bosoms : Cate. My liege, the duke of Buckingham is Thus Margaret's curse falls heavy on my taken,
• A bachelor in divinity and chaplain to the counters
+ Aity in which
hogs are ses a part for fattening.
When he, quoth she, shall split ihy heart with | Enter, on the other side of the field, RICHsorrow,
MOND, Sir WILLIAM BRANDON, OXFORD, Remember Margaret was a prophetess:- and other Lords. Some of the soldiers pitch Come, Sirs, convey me to the block of RICHMOND's tent.
shame; Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of
Richm. The weary sun hath made a golden
And, by the bright track of his fiery car,
Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my starSCENE II.-Plain near Tamworth.
Give me some ink and paper in my tent; Enter, with drum and colours, RICHMOND, I'll draw the form and model of our battle, OXFORD, Sir JAMES BLUNT, Sir WALTER Limiteach leader to his several charge, HERBERT, and others, with forces, march And part in just proportion our small power. ing.
My lord of Oxford, - you, Sir William BranRichm. Fellows in arms, and my most loving and you, Sir Walter Herbert, stay with me:
don,friends, Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny,
The earl of Pembroke keeps + bis regiment ;
Good captaiu Blunt, bear my good night to Thus far into the bowels of the land
bim, Have we march'd on without impediment ;
And by the second hour in the morning And here receive we from our father Stanley
Desire the earl to see me in my tent : Lines of fair comfort and encouragement.
Yet one thing more, good captain, do for me ; The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar,
Where is lord Stanley quarter'd, do you know? That spoild your summer fields and fruitful
Blunt. Unless I bave mista'en his colours vines,
much, Swills your warm blood like waah, and makes (which well I am assur'd I have not done,) his trough
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 From Tamworth thither, is but one day's
with bim, march. In God's name, cheerly on, courageous friends, and give him froin me this most needful note. To reap the harvest of perpetual peace
Blunt. Upon my life, my lord, l'll undertake By this one bloody trial of sharp war. Iaf. Every man's conscience is a thousand and so, God give you quiet rest to-night! swords,
Richm. Good night, good captain Blunt. To fight against that bloody homicide.
Let as consult upon to-morrow's business ; Herb. I doubt not, but his friends will turn
In my tent, the air is raw and cold. to us. Blunt. He hath no friends, but who are
[They withdraw into the Tent. friends for fear;
Enter, to his Tent, King RICHARD, NOR Which, in his dearest need, will fly from him.
FOLK, RATCLIFF, and CATESBY. Richm. All for our vantage. Then, in God's
K. Rich, What is't o'clock name, march :
Cate. It's supper time, my lord : True hope is swift, and fies with swallow's
It's nine o'clock. wings,
K. Rich. I will not sup to-night. Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.
Give me some ink and paper.
And all my armour laid into my tent ?
Cate. It is, my liege; and all things are in
readiness. Enter King RICHARD and forces; the Duke
K. Rich. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy of NORFOLK, Earl of SURREY, and others.
charge ; K. Rich. Here pitch our tents, even bere in Use careful watch, choose trusty sentinels. Bosworth field.
Nor. I go, my lord. My lord of Surrey, why look you so sad ?
K. Rich. Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle
Norfolk. Sur. My heart is ten times lighter than my
Nor. I warrant you, my lord.
[Exit. looks. K. Rich, My lord of Norfolk,
K. Rich. Ratcliff,
Rat. My lord ?
K. Rich. Send out a pursuivant at arms
To Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his Nor. We must both give and take, my loving before sun-rising, lest his son George fall
lord. K. Rich. Up with my tent: Here will I lie Into the blind cave of eternal nigbt.to-night;
Fill me a bowl of wine.-Give me a watch ; 1(Soldiers begin to set up the king's tent.
(TO CATESBY But where to-morrow ?-Well, all's one for Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow.that.
Look that my staves ģ be sound, and not too Who hath descried the number of the traitors ?
heavy. Nor. Six or seven thousand is their utmost
Rat. My lord ? power. K. Rich. Why, our battalia trebles that ac
K. Rich. Sawist thou the melancholy lord
Northumberland ? count: Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength,
Rat. Thomas the earl of Surrey, and himself, Which they npon the adverse faction want.
Much about cock-shut | time, from troop to Up with the tent.—Come, noble gentlemen,
troop, Let us survey the vantage of the ground;
Went through the army, cheering up the sol. Call for some men of sound direction :
diers. Let's want no discipline, make no delay; For, lords, to morrow is a busy day.
+ Remains with (Exeunt. 1 1 A watch-light. s Wood of the lances. | Twilight, 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 I have not that alacrity of spirit,
die ; Nor cheer of mind that I was wont to have. - Harry the sixth bids thee despair and die. So, set it down.- Is ink and paper ready? Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror! Rat. It is, my lord.
(To RICHMOND K. Rich. Bid my guard watch ; leave ine. Harry, that prophcsy'd thou should'st be hing, About the mid of night, come to my tent Doth comfort thee in thy sleep : Live and And help to arm me.-Leave me, I say.
The Ghost of CLARENCE rises.
Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-
[To King RICHARD. RICHMOND's "Tent opens, and discovers him, 1, that was wash'd to death with fulsome and his officers, &c.
wine, Enter STANLEY.
Poor Clarence, hy thy guile betray'd to death!
To-morrow in the battle think on me, Stan, Fortune and victory sit on thy helm ! And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair and Richm. All comfort that the dark night can
Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster, Be to thy person, noble father-in-law !
(75 RICHMOND. Tell me, how fares our loving mother?
The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee; Stan.' 1, by attorney, bless thee from thy Good angels guard thy baitle! Live, and mother,
flourish! Who prays continually for Richmond's good; So much for that.--The silent hours steal on, The Ghosts of RIVERS, GREY, and VAUGHAN, And flaky darkness breaks within the east.
rise. in brief, for so the season bidj us be,
Riv. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow, Prepare thy battle early in the morning;
(To King RICHARD. And put thy fortune to the arbitrement
Rivers, that died at Pomfret! Despair, and of bloody strokes, and mortal-staring war.
die ? 1, as I may, (that which I would, I cannot,)
Grey. Think upon Grey, and let thy soul des. With best advantage will deceive the tiine,
[To King RICHARD. And aid thee in this doubtful obock of arms.
Vaugh. Think upon Vaughan; and, with guilty But on thy side I may not be too forward,
fear, Lest, being seen, thy brother, tender George, Let fall thy lance ! Despair, and die ! Be executed in his father's sight :
[To King RICHARD. Farewell : The leisure and the fearful time
All. Awake! and think, our wrongs in RichCuts off the ceremonious vows of love,
(To RICHMOND. And ample interchange of sweet discourse,
Will conquer him; - awake, and win the Which so long sunder'd friends should dwell
upon ; God give us leisure for these rites of love !
The Ghost of HASTINGS rises. Once inore, adieu :-Be valiant, and speed well !
Ghost. Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake ; Richm. Good lords, conduct him to his regi- and in a bloody battle end thy days !
[To King RICHARD. ment ; I'll strive with troubled thoughts, to take a
Tbinkon lord Hastings; and despair and
die ! nap; Lest leaden slumber peise + me down to-mor.
Quiet untroubled soul, awake, awake!
[To Richmond. row, When I should mount with wings of victory :
Aim, night, and conquer, for fair England's
sake! Once more good night, kind lords and gentle. men.
The Guosts of the two young PRINCES (Exeunt LORDS, &c. with STANLEY.
rise. o Thou ! whose captain I account myself, Look on my forces with a gracious eye ;
Ghosts. Dream on thy cousins smother'd in Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath,
the Tower; That they may crush down with a heavy fall
Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard, The usurping helmets of our adversaries? And weigh thee down to ruiu, shaine, and Make us thy ministers of chastisement,
death! That we may praise thee in thy victory! Thy nephews' souls bid thee despair, and die.To Thee I do commend my watchful soul,
Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes ;
in joy ; Sleeping and waking, o defend me suill!
Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy! (Sleeps. Live, and beget a happy race of kings!
Edward's unhappy sous do bid thee flourish. The Ghost of Prince EDWARD, son to HENRY the sixth, rises between the two tents.
The Ghost of Queen ANNE rises. Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-mor- Ghost. Richard, thy wife, that wretched row ! [To King RICHARD.
Anne thy wife, Think, how thon stab'Ust me in my prime of That never slept a quiet bour with thee, youth
Now fills thy sleep with perturbations ; At Tewksbury; Despair therefore, and diela To-morrow in the battle think on me, Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wronged soul's And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair, and
diel of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf:
Thou, quiet soul, sleep thon a quiet sleep ; King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thee.
Dream of success and happy victory; The Ghost of King HENRY the sixth rises.
Thy adversary's wise doth pray for thee. Ghost. When I was mortal, my anointed body (To King RICHARD.
The Ghost of BUCKINGHAM rises.
Ghost. The first was I, that help'd thee to • Deputation.
(To King' RICHARD.
the crown ;
The last was I that felt thy tyranny;
Richm. 'Cry mercy, lords, and watchlul gen. Oh! in the battle think on Buckingham,
tlemen, And die in terror of thy guiltiness!
That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard here. Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and Lords. How bave you slept, my lord ? death;
Richm. The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding Fainting, despair ; desparing, yield thy breath !
dreams, I died for hope, ere I could lend thee aid : That ever enter'd in a drowsy head,
(Tv RICHMOND. Have I since your departure had, iny lords. But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay’d: Methonight, their souls, whose bodies Richard God and good angels fight on Richmond's
Came to my tent, and cried-On! victory! And Richard falls in height of all his pride. I promise you, my beart is very jocund (The Ghosts vanish. King RICHARD starts in the remembrance of so fair a dream. out of his dream.
How far into the morning is it, lords 1 K. Rich. Give me another horse,-bind up Lords. Upon the stroke of four. my wounds,
Richm. Why, then 'tis line to arm,
and give Have mercy, Jesu !-Soft ; I did but dream.
direction. O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict
(He advances to the troops. me !
More than I have said, loving countrymen, The lights burn blue.-It is now dead mid. The leisure and enforcement of the time night.
Forbids to dwell on. Yet remember this,Çold fearful drops stand on my trembling fesh. God, and our good cause, fight upon our What do I fear ? myself? there's none else
side; by :
The prayers of boly saints, and wronged souls, Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am 1.
Like high-rear'd bulwarks, staud before our Is there a murderer here ? No?-Yes ; I am:
faces ; Theu fly; -What, from myself? Great reason : Richard except, those whom we fight against Why?
Had rather have us win, than him they follow. Lest I revenge, What? Myself on myself? For what is he they follow? truly, gentlemen, I love myself. Wherefore ? for any good,
A bloody tyrant, and a homicide ; That I myself have done unto myself?
Que rais'd in blood, and oue in blood estaO no : alas, I rather bate inyself,
blish'd ; For hateful deeds committed by mysell.
One that made mcans to come by what he I am a villain ; Yet I lie, I am not.
hath, Fool, of thyself speak well :--Fool, do nor And slaughter'd those that were the means to datter.
help him: My conscience hath a thousand several tougues,
A base foul stone, made precious by the foil And every tonguc brings in a several tale, vi England's chair, * where he is falsely set; And every tale condemns me for a villain.
One that hath ever been God's enemy : Perjury, perjury, in the high’st degree ;
Then, if you tight against God's enemy, Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree ; God will, in justice, ward t you as his solAll several sins, all us'd in each degree;
diers ; Throng to the bar, crying all,-Guilty ! guilty! If you do sweat to put a tyrant down, I shall despair. There is no creature loves You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain; me ;
If you do tight against your country's foes, And, if I die, no soul will pity me :
Your country's lat shall pay your pains the Nay, wherefore should they? siuce that I my
If you do fight in safeguard of your wives, Find in myself no pity to myself.
Your wives shall welcome bome the conMethought, the souls of all tuat I bad mur
querors ; der'd
If you do free your children from the sword, Came to my tent: and every one did threat
Your children's children quit t it in your age. To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard. Then in the name of God, and all tbese
rights, Enter RATCLIFE.
Advance your standards, draw your willing Rat. My lord,
swords. K. Rich. Who's there?
For me, the ransom of my bold attempt Rat. Ratcliff, my lord; 'tis I. The early
Sball be this cold corpse on the earth's cold
face ; village cock Hath twice done salutation to the morn;
But, if I thrive, the gain of my attempt Your friends are up, and buckle on their ar- Sound, drums and trumpets, boldly and cheer.
The least of you sball share bis part thereof. moir. K. Rich. O Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fearful God and Saint George ! Richmond and victory!
fully : dream! Wbat thinkest thou? will our friends prove
(Exeunt. all true?
Re-enter King RICHARD, RATCLIFF, atten. Rat. No doubt, my lord.
dants, and Forces. K. Rich. Ratcliff, I fear, I fear,Rat. Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of sha
K. Rich. What said Northumberland, as touch
ing Richmond ? dows. K. Rich. By the apostle Paul, shadows to.
Rat. That he was never trained up in arms.
K. Rich. He said the truth : And what said night Have struck more terror to the soul of Ricbard,
Surrey theu ? Than can the substance of ten thousand sol
Rat. He smil'd, and said the better for our diers,
purpose. Armed in proof, and led hy shallow Ricbinond.
K. Rich. He was i'the right; and so, indeed,
it is. li is not yet near day. Come, go with me;
(Clock strikes. Under our tents I'll play the eaves-dropper,
Tell the clock there.-Give me a calendar.To bear, if any mean to shrink from me.
Wbo saw the sun to-day?
Rat. Not I, my lord. [Exeunt King RICHARD, and RATCLIFF.
K. Rich. Then he disdains to shine ; for, by RICHMOND wakes. Enter OXYURD and
the book, others.
+ Guard Lords. Good morrow, Richmond.