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K. Rich. Madam, I have a touch of your con- Q. Eliz. True, when avoided grace make dition,
If grace had bless'd thee with a fairer life.
Do, then ; but I'll not hear. K. Rich. You speak, as if that I had slain my
cousins. K. Rich. And brief, good mother : for I am in Q. Eliz. Cousins, indeed; and by their uncle haste.
cozen'd Duch. Art thou so hasty ? I have staid for thee, Of comfort, kingdom, kindred, freedom, life. God knows, in torinent and in agony.
Whose hands soever lanc'd their tender hearts,
Till it was whetted on thy stone-hard heart,
But that still use of grief makes wild grief tame, Tetchy and wayward was thy infancy; My tongue should to thy ears not name my boys, Thy school-days, frightful, desperate, wild, and Till thai my nails were anchor'd in thine eyes: furious;
And I in such a desperate bay of death, Thy prime of manhood, daring, bold, and ven- Like a poor bark, of sails and tackling reft, turous ;
Rush all to pieces on thy rocky bosom. Thy age confirm'd, proud, subtle, sly, and K. Rich. Madam, so thrive I in my enterprise, bloody,
And dangerous success of bloody wars, More mild, but yet more harmfull, kind in hatred : As I intend more good to you and yours, What comfortable hour canst thou name, Than ever you or yours by me were harm'd! That ever grac'd me in thy company ?
Q. Eliz. What good is cover'd with the face of K. Rich. Faith, none, but Humphrey Hour, heaven, that call'd your grace
To be discover'd, that can do me good ? To breakfast once, forth of my company. K. Rich. The advancement of your children, If I be so disgracious in your sight,
gentle lady. Let me march on, and not offend you, madam.- Q. Eliz. Up to some scaffold, there to lose their Strike up the drum.
I prythee, hear me speak. K. Rich. No, to the dignity and height of forK. Rich. You speak too bitterly.
Hear me a word; The high imperial type of this earth's glory. For I shall never speak to thee again.
Q. Eliz. Flatter my sorrows with report of it; K. Rich. So.
Tell me, what state, what dignity, what honour, Duch. Either thou wilt die, by God's just ordi- Canst thou demise to any child of mine ? nance,
K. Rich. Even all I have ; ay, and myself and
So in ihe Lethe of thy angry soul
Q. Eliz. Be brief, lest that the process of thy
Last longer telling than thy kindness' date.
K. Rich. Then know, that from my soul, I love Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end ;
[Erit. her soul.
Q. Eliz. That thou dost love my daughter,
meaning : They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens; I mean, that with my soul I love thy daughter, And therefore level not to hit their lives. And do intend to make her queen of England. K. Rich. You have a daughter call'd-Eliza- H. Eliz. Well then, who dost thou mean shall beth,
he her king ? Virtuous and fair, royal and gracious.
K. Rich. Even he, that makes her queen : Who
Q. Eliz. What, thou?
Even so : What think you
of it, madam ? Throw over ber the veil of infamy :
Q. Eliz. How canst thou woo her?
That I would learn of you,
Madan, with all my heart. Q Eliz. To save her life, I'll say-she is not so. Q. Eliz. Send to her, by the man that slew her K. Rich. Her life is safest only in her birth.
brothers, Q. Eliz. And only in that safety died her A pair of bleeding hearts; thereon engrave, brothers.
Edward and York; then haply will she weep: K. Rich. Lo, at their births, good stars were Therefore present to her, -us sometime Margaret opposite
Did to thy father, steep'd in Rutland's blood, Q. Eliz. No, to their lives bad friends were A handkerchief ; which, say to her, did drain contrary.
The purple sap from her sweet brother's body K. Rich. All unavoided is the doom of destiny. Aud bid her wipe her weeping eyes withal.
If this inducement move her not to love,
Q. Eliz. To wail the title, ns her mother doth. Send her a letter of thy noble deeds;
K. Rich. Say, I will love her everlastingly. Tell her, thou mad'st away her uncle Clarence, Q. Eliz. But how long shall that title, ever, last? Her uncle Rivers ; ay, and, for her cake, K. Rich. Sweetly in force unto her fair life's Mad'st quick conveyance with her good aunt end. Anne.
Q. Eliz. But how long fairly shall her sweet K. Rich. You mock me, niadam; this is not life last ? the way
K. Rich. As long as heaven, and nature, To win your daughter.
lengthens it. Q Eliz.
There is no other way; Q. Eliz. As long as hell, and Richard, likes of it. Unless thou could'st pat on some other chape, K. Rich. Say, 1, ter sovereign, an her subject And not be Richard ihat hath done all this.
low. K. Rich. Say, that I did all this for love of her ? Q. Eliz. But she, your subject, loaths such Q. Eliz. Nay, then indeed, she cannot choose soy'reignty. but hate thee,
K. Rich. Be eloquent in my behalf to her. Having bought love with such a bloody spoil. Q. Eliz. An honest tale speeds best, being K. Rich. Look, what is done cannot be now plainly told. amended ;
K. Rich. Then in plain terms tell her my lorMen shall deal unadvisedly sometimes,
ing tale. Which after hours give leisure to repent. Q. Eliz. Plain, and not honest, is too harsh a If I did take the kingdom froin your sons,
style. To make amends, I'll give it to your daughter. K. Rich. Your reasons are too shallow and too If I have kill'd the issue of yonr womb,
quick. To quicken your increase, I will begei
Q. Eliz. O no, my reasons are too deep and Mine issue of your blood upon your daughter.
dead > A grandam's name is little less in love, Too deep and dead, poor infants, in their graves. Than is the duting title of a mother;
K. Rich. Harp not on that suring, madam; They are as children, but one step below,
that is past. Even of your mettle, of your very blood; Q. Eliz. Harp on it still shall I, till heart Of all one pain,--save for a night of groans
strings break. Endur'd of her, for whom you bid like sorrow. K. Rich. Now, by my George, my garter, and Your children were vexation to your yonth,
my crown, But mine shall be a comfort to your age.
Q. Eliz. Profan'd, dishonour'd, and the third The loss, you have, is but--a son being king, K. Rich. I swear.
(usuurp'd. And by that loss, your danghter is made queen. Q. Eliz. 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, blemish'd, pawn'd his knightly Dorset, yonr son, that, with a fearful soul,
virtue ; Leads discontented steps in foreign soil, Thy crown, nsurp'd, disgrac'd
his kingly glory: This fair alliance quickly shall call huine If something thou would'st swear to be believ'd, To high promotions and great dignity: Swear then by something that thou hast noi The king, that calls your beauteous daughter, wrong'd. wife,
K. Rich. Now by the world, Familiarly shall call thy Dorset-brother; R. 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
Q. Eliz. Thy life hath that dishonour'd. Repair'd with double riches of content. K. Rich. Then, by myself, What! we have many goudly days to see : R. Eliz.
Thyself 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 : R. Eliz.
God's wrong is most of al Advantaging their loan with interest
Ir thou hadst fear'd to break an oath by him, Of ten times double gain ot' happiness.
The unity, the king thy brother made, Go then, iny mother, to thy danghter go; Had not been broken, nor my brother slain. Make bold her bashful years with your expe- If thou hadst fear'd to break an oath by him, rience;
The imperial metal circling now thy head, Prepare her ears to hear a wooer's tale ; Had grac'd the tender lernples of my child ; Pat in her tender heart the aspiring flame And both the princes had been breathing here, Of golden sovereignty; acquaint the princess Which now, iwo 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 come Bound with triumphant garlands will I come, Q. Eliz. That thou hast wronged in the time And lead thy daughter to a conqneror'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 victress, Cæsar's Cæsar. Hereafter time, for time past, wrong'd by thee. Q. Eliz. What were I best to say I her father's The children live, whose parents thou hast orother
slaughter'd, Would be her lord? Or shall I say, her uncle ? Ungovern'd yoath, to wail it in their age : Or, he that slow her brothers, and her uncles ? The parents live, whose children thou hast Under what title shall I woo for thee,
butcher'd ! That God, the law, my honour, and her love, Old barren plants, to wail it with their age. Can make seem pleasing to her tender years? Swear not by time to come ; for that thou hast K. Rich. Infer fair England's peace by this Misus'd ere used, by times ill us'd o'erpast. alliance.
K. Rich. As I intend to prosper, and repent! Q. Eliz. Which she shall purchase with still so thrive I in my davgerous attempt Jasting war.
Of hostile arms! myself myself confound ! K. Rich. Tell her, the king, that may com- Heaven, and fortune, bar me happy hours! mand, entreats.
Day, yield me not thy light; nor, night, thy rent Q. Eliz. That at her hands, which the king's Be opposite all planets of good lock King forbids.
To my proceeding, if, with pure heart's love, K. Rich. Say, she shall be a high and mighty !mmaculate devotion, holy thoughts, queen
|I tender tot thy beauteous princely daughter !
In her consists my happiness, and thine : White liver'd runagate, what doth he there?
K. Rich. Well, as you guess ?
Stan. Stirr'd up by Dorsel, Buckingham, and
K. Rich. Is the chair empty ? is the sword
What heir of York is there alive, but we ?
Q. Eliz. Shall I be tempted of the devil thuis? heir ?
Thou wilt revolt and fly to him, I fear.
Q Eliz. I go.-Write to me very shortly, Are they not now upon the western shore,
farewell. [Kissing her. Erit Eliz. north
in the north, Enter Ratcliff; Catesby following.
When they should serve their sovereign in the
west? Rat. Most mighty sovereign, on the western Stan. They have not been commanded, mighty coast
Pleaseth your majesty to give me leave,
with Richmond :
Most mighty sovereign, of Norfolk :
You have no cause to hold my friendship double Ratcliff, thyself,-or Catesby; where is he?
I never was, nor never will be false.
Catesby, fly to the duke. K. Rich. Well, go, muster men. But, hear
[ To Catesby. Stan. So deal with him, as I prove true to you. Why stay'st thou here, and go'st not to the
[Erit Stanley duke ? Cate. First, mighty liege, tell me your highness'
Enter a Messenger. pleasure,
Mess. My gracious sovereign, now in Devon-
Sir Edward Courteney, and the haughty prelate,
With many more confederates, are in arms.
Enter another Messenger.
2 Mess. In Kent, my liege, the Guildfords are
And every hour more competitors
Enter another Messenger.
3 Mess. My lord, the army of great Bucking-
K. Rich. Out on ye, owls! nothing but songs Stan. None good, my liege, to please you with
of death ?
[He strikes him. the hearing
There, take thou that, till thou bring better news. Nor none so bad, but well may be reported. 3 Mess. The news I have to tell your majesty, K. Rich. Heyday, a riddle ! neither good nor Is,--that, by sudden floods and fall of waters, bad !
Buckingham's army is dispers'd and scatter'd; What need'st thou run so many miles about, And he himself wander'd away alone, When thou may'st tell thy tale the nearest way? No man knows whither. Once more, what news?
0, I cry you mercy : Stan.
Richmond is on the sens. There is my purse to cure that blow of thine. K Rich. There let bin sink, and be the seus Hath any well advised friend proclaim'a on him!
Reward to him that brings the traitor in ?
3 Mess. Such proclamation hath been made, Sher. It is, my lord. iny liege.
Buck. Why, then All-Souls' day is my body's
doomsday. Enter another Messenger.
This is the day, which, in King Edward's time, 4 Mess. Sir Thomas Lovel, and lord marquis I wish'd might fall on me, when I was found Dorset,
False to his children, or his wife's allies : Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms.
This is the day, wherein I wish'd to fall But this good comfort bring I to your highness,- By the false faith of him whom most I trusted; The Bretagne navy is dispers'd by tempest: This, this All-Souls' day to my fearful soul, Richmond, in Dorsetshire, sent out a boat Is the determin'd respite of my wrongs. Unto the shore, to ask those on the banks, That high All-seer which I dallied with, If they were his assistants, yea, or po ; Hath turned my feigned prayer on my head, Who answer'd him, they came from Bucking. And given in earnest what I beggd in jest. ham
Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men Upon his party : he, mistrusting them, To turn their own points on their masters' Hois'd sail, and made his course again for Bre bosoms : tagne.
Thus Margaret's curse falls heavy on my neck, K. Rich March on, march on, since we are When he, quoth she, shall split thy heart with up in arms;
sorrow, If not to fight with foreign enemies,
Remember Margaret was a grophetess.Yet to beat down these rebels here at home.
Come, sirs, convey me to the block of shame; Enter Catesby.
Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the duc of
blame. [Ereunt Buckingham, &c. Cate. My liege, the duke of Buckingham is taken,
SCENE 11. Plain near Tamworth. That is the best news; That the earl of Richmond
Enter with drum and colours, Richmond, Ox Is with a mighty power landed at Milford, ford, Sir James Blunt, Sir Walter Herbert, Is colder news, but yet they must be cold. and others, with Forces, marching. K. Rich. Away towards Salisbury; while we
Richm. Fellows in arms, and my most loving reason here,
friends, A royal battle might be won and lost :Some one take order, Buckingham be brought Thus far into the bowels of the land
Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny, To Salisbury ;--the rest march on with me.
Have we march'd on without impediment;
(Ereunt. And here receive we from our father Stanley SCENE V.
Lines of fair comfort and encouragement.
The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar,
That spoil'd your summer fields, and fruitful Enter Stanley and Sir Christopher Urswick.
vines, Stan. Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this from Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes
his trough That in the sty of this most bloody boar, In your embowell'd bosoms, this foul swine My son George Stanley is frank'd up in hold; Lies now even in the centre of this isle, If '1 revolt, off goes young George's head ; Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn : The fear of that withholds my present aid. From Tamworth thither, is hut one day's march. But, tell me, where is princely Richmond now ? In God's name, cheerly on, courageous friends, Chris. At Pembroke, or at Ha'rford-west, in To reap the harvest of perpetual peace Wales.
By this one bloody trial of sharp war. Stan. What men of name resort to him ? Oxf. Every man's conscience is a thousand Chris. Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned soldier;
sworus, Sir Gilbert Talbot, Sir William Stanley ; To fight against that bloody homicide. Oxford, redoubled Pembroke, Sir James Blunt, Herb. I doubt not, but his friends will turn to us. And Rice ap Thomas, with a valiant crew; Blunt. He hath no friends, but who are friends And many other of great fame and worth :
for fear; And towards London do they hend their course, Which, in his dearest need, will fly from him. If by the way they be not fought withal. Richm. All for our vantage. Then, in God's Stan. Well, hie thee to thy lord ; commend name, march: me to him;
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's Tell him, the queen hath heartily consented
wings, He shall espouse Elizabeth her daughter.
Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kinga These letters will resolve him of my mind.
(Ereunt. Farewell. (Gaves papers to Sir Christopher.
SCENE III. Bosworth Field.
Enter King Richard, and Forces ; the Duke of ACT V.
Norfolk, Earl of Surrey, and others. SCENE I. Salisbury. An open Place. K. Rich. Here pitch our tents, even here in
Bosworth field.Enter the Sheriff, and Guard, with Backingham, My lord of Surrey, why look you so sad ? led to execution.
Sur. My heart is ten times lighter than my Buck. Will not King Richard let me speak
looks. with him?
K. Rich. My lord of Norfolk,Sher. No, my good lord; therefore be patient. Nor.
Here, most granous liege. Buck. Hastings, and Edward's children, Ri. K. Rich. Norfolk, we must have knocks : Ha! vers, Grey,
must we not? Holy King Henry, and thy fair son Edward, Nor. We must both give and take, my loving Vaughan, and all that have miscarried
lord. By underhand corrupted foul injustice;
K. Rich. Up with my tent: Here will I lie to If that your moody discontented souls
night : Do through the clouds behold this present hour, [Soldiers begin to set up the King's Terit Even for revenge mock my destruction !
But where to-morrow ?-Well, all's one for This is All-Souls' day, fellows, is it not ?
Who hath descriel the number of the traitors ? Much about cock-shut time, from troop to troop, Nor. Six or seven thousand is their almost Went through the army, cheering up the soldiers. power.
K. Rich. So, I ain satisfied. Give me a bowl
I have not that alacrity of spirit,
About the mid of night come to my tent,
[King Richard retires into his tend
Exeunt Ratcliff and Catesby. Enter, on the other side of the field, Richmond, Sir William Brandon, Oxford, and Richmond's Tent opens, and discovers him, other Lords. Some of the Soldiers' pitch
and his Officers, &c.
Stan. Fortune and victory sit on thy helm!
Richm. All comfort that the dark night can
Tell me how fares our loving mother?
So much for that. The silent hours steal on,
In brief, for so the season bids us be,
Prepare thy battle early in the morning;
Of bloody strokes, and mortal-staring war.
1, as I may, (that which I would, I cannot,) Yet one thing more, good captain, do for me ;
With best advantage will deceive the time,
Blunt. Unless I have mista'en his colours mnich But on thy side I may not be too forward,
Be executed in his father's sight :
Farewell : The leisure and the fearful time
Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love, Sweet Blunt, make some good means to speak and ample interchange of sweet discourse, with him,
Which so long sunder'd friends should'dwell
Once more, adieu : -Be valiant, and speed well!
Richm. Good lords, conduct him to his regi. Come, gentlemen,
ment: Let us consult upon to-morrow's business;
l'll strive, with troubled thoughts, to take a nap In to my tent, the air is raw and cold.
Lest leaden slumber peise me down to-morrow, [They withdraw into the tent. When I should mount with wings of victory:
Once more, good night, kind lords and gentle Enter, to his Tent, King Richard, Norfolk,
[Exeunt Lords, &c. with Stanley Ratcliff, and Catesby.
O Thou ! whose captain I account myself,
Look on my forces with a gracious eye;
It's supper time, my lord: Put in their hands thy bruising irons of 'wrath,
That they may crush down with a heavy fall K. Rich. I will not sup to-night.
The usurping helmets of our adversaries! Give me some ink and paper.
Make us thy ministers of chastisement, What, is my beaver easier than it was ?
That we may praise thee in thy victory ! And all my armuur laid into my tent?
To thee I do commend my watchful soul,
Sleeping, and waking, O, defend me still!
(Sleepe. Use careful watch, choose trusty sentinels. The Ghost of Prince Edward, Son to Henry the Nor. I go, my lord.
Sixth, rises between the two Tents.
[To King Richard. Nor. I warrant you, my lord. (Exit. Think, how thou stab'dst me in my prime of K. Rich.
youth Rat. My lord ?
At Tewksbury; Despair therefore, and die ! K. Rich Lend out & pursuivant at arms Be cheerful, Richmond: for the wronged souls To Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his power Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf: Before sun-rising, lest his son George fall
King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thec. Into the blind cave of eternal nightFill me a bowl of wine.-Give me a watch : The Ghost of King Henry the Sixth rises.
[ To Catesby. Ghost. When I was mortal, my anointed body Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow.
(To King Richard. Look that my staves be sound, and not too heavy. By thee was punched full of deadly holes : Ratcliff,
Think on the Tower, and me ; Despair, and die; Rat. My lord ?
Harry the Sixth bids thee despair and die.K. Rich. Saw'st thou the melancholy Lord Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror ! 1 Northumberland ?
[To Richmond. Ral. Thomas the earl of Surrey, and himself, Harry, that prophesy'd thou should'st be king,