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I had an Edward, till a Richard Lill'd him; Usurp the just proportion of my sorrow?
Dutch. I had a Richard too, and thon didst kill him; Farewell, York's wife, and queen of sad mischance.
And teach me, how to curse mine enemies!
Bettering thy loss makes the bad-causer worse;
Q. Mar. Thy woes will make them sharp, and pierce How do I thank thee, that this carnal cur
[Exit Q. Margaret. Preys on the issue of his mother's body,
Dutch. Why should calamity be full of words?
Q. Mar. Bear with me! I am hungry for revenge, Let them have scope: thongh what they do impart
Help nothing else, yet do they ease the heart.
Enter King RICHARD, and his Train, marching.
From all the slaughters, wretch, that thou hast done.
Where should be branded, if that right were right,
The slaughter of the prince, that ow'd that crown,
And the dire death of my poor sons, and brothers ?
Tell me, thou villain-slave, where are my children?
And little Ned Plantagenet, his son ?
Dutch. Where is kind Hastings?
K.Rich.A flourish,trumpets! ---strike alarum,drums !
Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women
Rail on the Lord's anointed! Strike, I say !-
Either be patient, and entreat me fair,
Or with the clamorous report of war
Thus will I drown your exclamations.
Dutch. Art thou my son ?
K. Rich. Ay; I thank God, my father, and yourself.
K. Rich. Madam, I have a touch of your condition,
Dutch. O, let me speak!
K. Rich. Do, then! but I'll not hear.
Dutch. I will be mild and gentle in
K. Rich. And brief, good mother! for I am in haste.
Dutch. Art thon so hasty? I have staid for thee,
God knows, in torment and in agony.
K. Rich. And came I not at last to comfort you?
Dutch. No, hy the holy rood, thou know'st it well,
Thou cam’st on earth, to make the earth my hell.
grievous burden was thy birth to me;
Tetchy and wayward was thy infancy;
Thy school-days, frightful, desperate, wild, and
More mild, but yet more harmful, kind in hatred : Than ever you or yours by me were harm'd!
0. Eliz. What good is cover'd with the face of That ever grac'd me in thy company
heaven, K. Rich. Faith, none, but Humplirey Hour, that To be discover'd, that can do me good ? call'd your grace
K. Rich. The advancement of your children, gentle To breakfast once, forth of my company.
lady! If I be so disgracious in your sight,
Q. Eliz. Up to some scaffold, there to lose their Let me march on, and not offend you,
heads? Strike up the drum!
K. Rich. No, to the dignity and height of fortune, Dutch. I prythee, hear me speak!
The high imperial type of this earth's glory. K. Rich. You speak too bitterly.
Q. Eliz. Flatter my sorrows with repor: of it! Dutch. Hear me a word !
what state, what dignity, what honour, For I shall never speak to thee again.
Canst thou demise to any child of mine?.
K. Rich. Even all I have; ay, and myself and all,
So in the Lethe of thy angry soul
Which, thou supposest, I have done to thee. Therefore, take with thee my most heavy curse, Q. Eliz. Be brief, lest that the process of thy kindWhich, in the day of battle, tire thee more, Than all the complete armour, that thou wear'st! Last longer telling, than thy kindness' date! My prayers on the adverse party fight;
K. Rich. Then know, that from my son! I love And there the little sonls of Edward's children
thy daughter. Whisper the spirits of thine enemies,
Q. Eliz. My daughter's mother thinks it with her And promise them success and victory!
soul. Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end;
K. Rich. What do
think? Shame serves thy life, and doth thy death attend. Q. Eliz. That thou dost love my daughter from
thy soul: Q. Eliz. Though far more cause, yet much less So, from thy soul's love, didst thou love her brothers; spirit to curse
And, from my heart's love, I do thank thee for it.
(Going. K. Rich. Be not so hasty to confound my meaning:
And do intend to make her queen of England.
else should be?
K. Rich. Even so. What think you of it, madam?
As one being best acquainted with her humous.
Q. Eliz. And wilt thou learn of me?
If this inducement move her not to love,
Send her a letter of thy noble deeds! K. Rich. You speak, as if that I had slain my cou- Tell her, thou mad'st away her uncle Clarence, sins.
Her uncle Rivers, ay, and for her sake, Q. Eliz. Consins,iudeed; and by their uncle cozen’d Mad'st quick conveyance with her good aunt Anne of comfort, kingdom, kindred, freedom, life,
K. Rich. You mock me, madam; this is not the way Whose hands soever lauc'd their tender hearts,
To win your daughter.
0. Eliz. There is no other way;
K. Rich. Say, that I did all this for love of her?
have thee, Till that my nails were anchord in thine eyes; Having bought love with such a bloody spoil. And I, in such a desperate bay of death,
K. Rich. Look, what is done, cannot be now amteuad
ed: Like a poor bark, of sails and tackling reft, Rosh all to pieces on thy rocky bosom.
Men shall deal unadvisedly sometimes,
If I did take the kingdom froin your sons,
If I have kill'd the issue of your womb,
Q. Eliz. O, no, my reasons are too deep and dead ;-
Too deep and dead, poor infants, in their graves.
Q. Eliz. Harp on it still shall I, till heart-strings
K. Rich. Now, by my George, my garter, and my
K. Rich. I swear.
l. Eliz. By nothing; for this is no oath.
If something thou would’st swear to be believ'd,
K. Rich. Now, by the world,
Q. Eliz. 'Tis full of thy foul wrongs.
K. Rich. My father's death,
K. Rich. Then, by myself,
Q. Eliz. Thyself is self misus’d.
H. Rich. Why then, by God, -
Q. Eliz. God's wrong is most of all.
If thou had'st fear'd to break an oath by him,
If thou had'st fear'd to break an oath by him,
The imperial metal, circling now thy head,
Had grac'd the tender temples of my child;
Which now, two tender bed-fellows for dust,
Thy broken faith hath made a prey for worms.
Q. Eliz. That thou hast wronged in the time o'erpast;
Old barren plants, to wail it with their age.
K. Rich. As I intend to prosper, and repent !
Be opposite all planets of good luck
Immaculate devotion, holy thoughts,
In her consists my happiness, and thine;
Be the attorney of my love to her!
Q. Eliz, Shalll be tempted of the devil thus ?
K. Rich. Ay, if your self's remembrance wrong
(He strikes him.
Where, in that pest of spicery, they shall breed K. Rich. Cold friends to me! What do they in
K. Rich. Ay, ay, thon wouldst be gone to join with
Stan. Most mighty sovereign,
K. Rich. Well, go, muster men! bat, hear you, leave
behind Unarm'd, and unresolv'd to beat them back: Your son, George Stanley! look, your heart be firm, 'Tis thought, that Richmond is their admiral ;
Or else his head's assurance is but frail. And there they hull, expecting but the aid
Stan. So deal with him, as I prove true to you. Of Buckingham, to welcome them ashore.
[Exit Stanley K. Rich. Some light-foot friend post to the Duke
Enter a Messenger. of Norfolk:
Mess. My gracious sovereign, now in Devonshire,
Sir Edward Courtney, and the haughty prelate,
Bishop of Exeter, his elder brother,
Enter another Messenger.
[To Catesby. arms ;
Enter another Messenger. What from your grace I shall deliver to him. 3 Mess. My lord, the army of great Buckingham, K. Rich. O, true, good Cateshy, Bid him levy K. Rich. Out on ye, owis! nothing but songs of straight
death? The greatest strength and power, he can make, There, take thou that, till thou bring better news! And meet me suddenly at Salisbury.
3 Mess. The news, I have to tell your majesty, Cate. I go.
(Exit. Is, that by sudden floods and fall of waters,
No man knows whithier.
There is my purse, to cure that blow of thine.
Peward to him, that brings the traitor in? Stan. None good, my liege, to please you with the 3 Mess. Such proclamation hath been made my liege! hearing;
Enter another Messenger. Nor none so bad, but well may be reported. 4 Mess. Sir Thomas Lovel, and lord marquis Dorset, K. Rich. Heyday, a riddle! neither good, nor bad! 'Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in armis
. What need'st thou run so many miles about, But this good comfort bring I to your highness, -When thou may'st tell thy tale the nearest way? The Bretagne navy is dispers’d by tempest: Once more, what news?
Richmond, in Dorsetshire, sent out a boat
Unto the shore, to ask those on the banks,
Hois'd sail, and made his course again for Bretagne. Stan. Stirr'd-up by Dorset, Buckingham, and Morton, K. Rich. March on, march on, since we are up is He makes for England, here to claim the crown. arms,
K. Rich. Is the chair empty ? is the sword unsway'd? If not to fight with foreign enemies,
Yet to beat down these rebels here at home.
K. Rich. Unless for that he comes to be your liege, Is colder news, but yet they must be told.
K. Rich. Where is thy powerther, to beat him back? Some one take order, Buckingham be brought
Stan. Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this from me : Swills your warm blood, like wash, and makes his
Lies now even in the centre of this isle,
Oxf. Every man's conscience is a thousand swords,
Herb. I doubt not but his friends will turn to us.
Blunt. He hath no friends, but who are friends
Which, in his dearest need, will fly from him.
Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.
SCENE III. — Bosworth Field.
Norfolk, Earl of SURLEY, and Oihers.
even here in Bos-
worth field !
K. Rich. My lord of Norfolk, -
Nor. We must both give and take, my loving lord!
K. Rich. Up with my tent! Here will Ilie to-night! By underhand corrupted foul injustice;
[Soldiers begin to set up the King's tent. If that your moody discontented souls
But where to-morrow? — Well, all's one for that.
Nor. Six or seven thousand is their utmost power.
K. Rich. Why, our battalia trebles that account.
Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength,
Up with the tent !- Come, noble gentlemen,
Let’s want no discipline, make no delay!
For, lords, to-morrow is a busy day! (Exeunt.
Sir Willia3 BRANDON, OXFORD, and other Lords.
Some of the Soldiers pitch Richmond’s tent.
Richm. The weary sun hath made a golden set,
l'lf draw the form and model of our battle,
And part in just proportion our small power,
My lord of Oxford, you, sir William Brandon,
And by the second hour in the morning
Blunt. Unless I have mista'en his colours much,
Dis regiment lies half a mile at least
South from the mighty power of the king.
Richm. If without peril it be possible,