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K. Rich. Madam, I have a touch of your con- Q. Eliz. True, when avoided grace make dition,

destiny ;
That cannot brook the accent of reproof. My babes were destin'd to a fairer death,
Duch. O, let me speak.

If grace had bless'd thee with a fairer life.
K. Rich.

Do, then ; but I'll not hear. K. Rich. You speak, as if that I had slain my
Duch. I will be mild and gentle in my words.

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,
K. Rich. And came I not at last to comfort you? Thy head, all indirectly, gave direction :
Duch. No, by the holy rood, thou know'st it No doubt the murderous knife was dull and blunt,
well,

Till it was whetted on thy stone-hard heart,
Thou cam'st on earth to make the earth my hell. To revel in the entrails of my lambs.
A grievous burden was thy birth to me;

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.

heads! Duch.

I prythee, hear me speak. K. Rich. No, to the dignity and height of forK. Rich. You speak too bitterly.

tune, Duch

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
Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror;

all,
Or I with grief and extreme age shall perish, Will I withal endow a child of thine ;
And never look upon thy face again.

So in ihe Lethe of thy angry soul
Therefore take with thee ny most heavy curse ; Thou drown the sad remembrance of those
Which, in the day of battle, tire thee more,

wrongs,
Than all the complete armour that thou wear'st! Which, thon supposest, I have done to thee.
My prayers on the adverse party fight;

Q. Eliz. Be brief, lest that the process of thy
And there the little souls of Edward's children kindness
Whisper the spirits of thine enemies,

Last longer telling than thy kindness' date.
And promise them success and victory.

K. Rich. Then know, that from my soul, I love Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end ;

thy danghter.
Shame serves thy life, and doth thy death attend. Q. Eliz. My daughter's mother thinks it witb

[Erit. her soul.
Q. Eliz. Though far more cause, yet 'much K. Rich. What do yon think?,
less spirit to curse

Q. Eliz. That thou dost love my daughter,
Abides in me; I say amen to her. [Going. from thy soul :
K. Rich. Stay, madam, I must speak a word So, from thy soul's love, didst thou love her

brothers:
Q. Eliz. I have no more sons of the royal blood, and from my heart's love, I do thank thee for it.
For thee to murder : for my daughters, Rich K. Rich. Be not so hasty to confound my
ard,

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. And must she die for this? O, let her else should be ?
live,

Q. Eliz. What, thou?
And I'll corrupt her manners, stain her beauty ;| K. Rich.

Even so : What think you
Slander myself, as false to Edward's ned ;

of it, madam ? Throw over ber the veil of infamy :

Q. Eliz. How canst thou woo her?
So she may live unscarr'd of bleeding slaughter, K. Rich.

That I would learn of you,
I will confess she was not Edward's daughter. As one being best acquainted with her humour.
K. Rich. Wrong not her birth, she is of royal Q. Eliz. And wilt thou learn of me?
blood.

K. Rich.

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.

with you.

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 !

coines

In her consists my happiness, and thine : White liver'd runagate, what doth he there?
Without her, follows to myself, and thee, Stan. I know not, mighty sovereign, but by
Herself, the land, and many a christian soul,

gtiess.
Death, desolation, ruin, and decay:

K. Rich. Well, as you guess ?
It cannot be avoided but by this;

Stan. Stirr'd up by Dorsel, Buckingham, and
It will not be avoided, but by this.

Morton,
Therefore, dear mother, (I must call you so,) He makes for England, here to claim the crown.
Be the attorney of my love to her.

K. Rich. Is the chair empty ? is the sword
Plead what I will be, not what I have been ;

unsway'd ?
Not my deserts, but what I will deserve : Is the king dead, the empire unpossess'd ?
Urge the necessity and state of times,

What heir of York is there alive, but we ?
And be not peevish found in great designs. And who is England's king, but great York's

Q. Eliz. Shall I be tempted of the devil thuis? heir ?
K. 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 yourself's remembrance wrong K. Rich. Unless for that he comes to be your
yourself.

liege,
Q. Eliz. But thou didst kill my children. You cannot guess wherefore the Welshman
K. Rich. But in your daughter's womb I bury
them:

Thou wilt revolt and fly to him, I fear.
Where, in that nest of spicery, they shall breed Stan. No, mighty liege; therefore mistrust me
Selves of themselves, to your recomforture.

not.
Eliz. Shall I go win my daughter to thy K. Rich. Where is thy power then, to beat
will ?

him back?
K. Rich. And be a happy mother hy the deed. Where be thy tenants, and thy followers ?

Q Eliz. I go.-Write to me very shortly, Are they not now upon the western shore,
And you shall understand from me her mind. Safe-conducting the rebels from their ships ?
K. Rich. Bear her my true love's kiss, and so Slan. No, my good lord, my friends are in the

farewell. [Kissing her. Erit Eliz. north
Relenting fool, and shallow, changing-woman! K. Rich. Cold friends to me : what do they
How now! what news ?

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

king :
Rideth a puissant navy; to the shore

Pleaseth your majesty to give me leave,
Throng many doubtful hollow-hearted friends, I'll muster up my friends; and meet your grace,
Unarm'd, and unres lv'd to beat them back : Where, and what time, your majesty shall please.
"Tis thought, that Richmond is their admiral; K. Rich. Ay, ay, thou would'st be gone to join
And there they hull, expecting but the aid

with Richmond :
of Buckingham, to welcome them ashore. I will not trust you, sir.
K. Rich. Some light-foot friend post to the duke Stan.

Most mighty sovereign, of Norfolk :

You have no cause to hold my friendship double Ratcliff, thyself,-or Catesby; where is he?

ful;
Cate. Here, my good lord.

I never was, nor never will be false.
K. Rich

Catesby, fly to the duke. K. Rich. Well, go, muster men. But, hear
Cate. I will, my lord, with all convenient haste. you, leave behind
K. Rich Ratcliff, come hither : Post to Salis. Your son, George Stanley : look, your heart be
bury;

firm,
When thou com'st thither,-Dull_unmindful or else his head's assurance is but frail.
villain,

[ 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-
What from your grace I shall deliver to him.

shire,
K. Rich. O, true, good Catesby :-Bid him A3 I by friends am well advertised,
levy straight

Sir Edward Courteney, and the haughty prelate,
The greatest strenşth and power he can make, Bishop of Exeter, his elder brother,
And meet me suddenly at Salisbury.

With many more confederates, are in arms.
Cate. I go.

[Exit.
Rat. What, may it please you, shall I'do at

Enter another Messenger.
Salisbury?

2 Mess. In Kent, my liege, the Guildfords are
K. Rich. Why, what would'st thou do there, in arms;
before I go?

And every hour more competitors
Rat. Your highness told me, I should post Flock to the rebels, and their power grows strong.
before.

Enter another Messenger.
Enter Stanley

3 Mess. My lord, the army of great Bucking-
K. Rich. My mind is chang'd. --Slanley, what ham-
news with you ?

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?

K Rich

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 ?

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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.
A Room in Lord Stanley's House.

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.

(Exeunt.

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 ?

Uut

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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
K. Rich. Why, our battalia trebles that ac. of wine :
count:

I have not that alacrity of spirit,
Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength, Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to pave.-
Which they upon the adverse faction want. Set it down.-Is ink and paper ready?
Up with the lent. Come, noble gentlemen, Rat. It is, my lord.
Let us survey the vantage of the ground; K. Rich Bid my guard watch ; leave me.
Call for some men of sound direction :

About the mid of night come to my tent,
Let's want no discipline, make no delay; And help to arm me. -Leave me, I say.
For, lords, to-morrow is a busy day. (Eseunt.

[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.
Richmond's tent

Enter Stanley.
Richm. The weary sun hath made a golden set,

Stan. Fortune and victory sit on thy helm!
And, by the bright track of his fiery car,

Richm. All comfort that the dark night can
Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.

afford,
Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my stan. Be to thy person, noble father-in-law!
dard.

Tell me how fares our loving mother?
Give me some ink and paper in my tent; Stan. I, by attorney, bless thee from thy mo-
I'll draw the form and model of our battle,

ther,
Liinit each leader to his several charge, Who prays continually for Richmond's good :
And part in just proportion our small power.

So much for that. The silent hours steal on,
My lord of Oxford, you, Sir William Brandon, Aud flaky darkness breaks within the east.
And you, Sir Walter Herbert, stay with me :

In brief, for so the season bids us be,
The earl of Pembroke keeps his regiment;

Prepare thy battle early in the morning;
Good Captain Blunt, bear my good night to him, And put thy fortune to the arbitremeni
And by the second hour in the morning

Of bloody strokes, and mortal-staring war.
Desire the earl to see me in my tent:

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,
Where is Lord Stanley quarter'd, do you know? And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arnis;

Blunt. Unless I have mista'en his colours mnich But on thy side I may not be too forward,
(Which, well I am assur'd, I have not done,) Lest, being seen, thy brother, tender George,
His regiment lies half a mile at least

Be executed in his father's sight :
South from the mighty power of the king.

Farewell : The leisure and the fearful time
Richm. It without peril it be possible,

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
And give him from me this most needful note.

upon;
Blunt. Upon my life, my lord, I'll undertake it; God give us leisure for these rites of love:
And so, God give you quiet rest to-night!

Once more, adieu : -Be valiant, and speed well!
Richm. Good night, good Captain Biunt.

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,

men.

[Exeunt Lords, &c. with Stanley Ratcliff, and Catesby.

O Thou ! whose captain I account myself,
K. Rich. What is't o'clock ?

Look on my forces with a gracious eye;
Cate.

It's supper time, my lord: Put in their hands thy bruising irons of 'wrath,
It's nine o'clock.

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,
Cate. It is, my riege ; and all things are in Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes ;
readiness

Sleeping, and waking, O, defend me still!
K. Rich. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge ;

(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.
K. Rich. Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow!
Norfolk.

[To King Richard. Nor. I warrant you, my lord. (Exit. Think, how thou stab'dst me in my prime of K. Rich.

Ratcliff,

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,

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