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K. Rich. Ay; I thank God, my father, and | They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens ;
And therefore level not to hit their lives.
Virtuous and fair, royal and gracious.
Q. Eliz. And must she die for this ? 0, let Duch. O, let me speak.
her live, K. Rich. Do, then ; but I'll not hear. And I'll corrupt her manners, stain her beauty; Duch. I will be mild and gentle in my words. Slander myself, as false to Edward's bed; K. Rich. And brief, good mother; for I am Throw over her the veil of infamy: in haste.
So she may live unscarr’d of bleeding slaughter, Duch. Art thou so hasty? I have staid for thee, I will contess she was not Edward's daughter. God knows, in torment and in agony.
K. Rich. Wrong not her birth, she is of royal K. Rich. And came I not at last to comfort
blood. you ?
Q. Eliz. To save her life, I'll say—she is not so. Duch. No, by the holy rood, thou know'st it K. Rich. Her life is safest only in her birth. well,
Q. Eliz. And only in that safety died her
K. Rich. Lo, at their births good stars were
opposite. Thy school-days, frightful, desperate, wild, and Q. Eliz. No, to their lives bad friends were furious;
contrary. Thy prime of manhood, daring, bold, and ven K. Rich. All unavoided is the doom of destiny. turous;
Q. Eliz. True, when avoided grace makes
k. Rich. You speak, as if that I had slain my
Q. Eliz. Cousins, indeed ; and by their uncle To breakfast once, forth of my company.
cozen'd If I be so disgracious in your sight,
Of comfort, kingdom, kindred, freedom, life. Let me march on, and not offend you, madam.- Whose hands soever lanc'd their tender hearts, Strike up the drum.
Thy head, all indirectly, gave direction : Duch. I pr’ythee, hear me speak.
Nodoubt the murderous knife was dull and blunt, K. liich. You speak too bitterly.
Till it was whetted on thy stone-hard heart, Duch. Ilear me a word ;
To revel in the entrails of my lambs. For I shall never speak to thce again.
But that still use of grief makes wild grief tame, K. kich. So.
My tongue should to thy ears not name my boys, Druch. Either thou wilt die, by God's just or Till that my nails were anchor’d in thine eyes ; dinance,
And I, in such a desperate bay of death, Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror ; Like a poor bark, of sails and tackling reft, Or I with grief and extreme age shall perish, Rush all to pieces on thy rocky bosom. And never look upon thy face again.
k. Rich. Nadam, so thrive l'in my enterprize, Therefore, take with thee my most heavy curse; And dangerous success of bloody wars
, Which, in the ulay of battle, tire thee more, As I intend more good to you and yours, Than all the complete armour that thou wear'st! Than ever you or yours by me were harm'd! Mly prayers on the adverse party fight;
Q. Eliz. What good is cover'd with the face And there the little souls of Edward's children
of heaven, Whisper the spirits of thine enemies,
To be discover'd, that can do me good ? And promise them success and victory.
K. Rich. The advancement of your children, Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end;
gentle lady. Shame sirves thy life, and doth thy death at Q. Eliz. Up to some scaffold, there to lose tend.
their heads. Q. Eliz. Though far more cause, yet much K. Rich. No, to the dignity and height of less spirit to curse
fortune, Abides in nie; I say amen to her. [Going: The high imperial type of this earth's glory, h. Rich. Stay, madam, I must speak a word Q. Eliz. Flatter my sorrows with report of it;
Tell me, what state, what dignity, what honour, Q. El::. I have no more sons of the royal | Canst thou demise to any child of mine? hlcol,
K. Rich. Even all I have; ay, and myself Forthecto murder: for my daughters, Richard,
Men shall deal unadvisedly sometimes,
Will I withal endow a child of thine;
If I did take the kingdom from your sons, So in the Lethe of thy angry soul
To make amends, I'll give it to your daughter.
To quicken your increase, I will beget
. Be brief, lest that the process of thy A grandam's name is little less in love,
Than is the doting title of a mother;
Of all one pain,-save for a night of groans
Your children were vexation to your youth,
But mine shall be a comfort to your age.
. That thou dost love my daughter, The loss, you have, is but—a son being king,
And, by that loss, your daughter is made queen. So, from thy soul's love, didst thou love her I cannot make you what amends I would, brothers;
Therefore accept such kindness as I can.
This fair alliance quickly shall call home
Familiarly shall call thy Dorset-brother;
And all the ruins of distressful times
Repair’d with double riches of content.
The liquid drops of tears, that you have shed, Q. Eliz. How canst thou woo her?
Shall come again, transform’d to orient pearl ;
Advantaging their loan, with interest
Go then, my mother, to thy daughter go;
Make bold her bashful years with your expeQ. Eliz . Send to her, by the man that slew
Prepare her ears to hear a wooer's tale ;
Put in her tender heart the aspiring flame
And when this arm of mine hath chastised A handkerchief; which, say to her, did drain
The petty rebel, dull-brain'd Buckingham,
Bound with triumphant garlands will I come,
And lead thy slaughter to a conqueror's bed ;
To whom I will retail my conquest won,
And she shall be sole victress, Cæsar's Cæsar.
Q. Eliz. What were I best to say? her faHer uncle Rivers ; ay, and for her sake,
ther's brother Mad'st quick conveyance with her good aunt would be her lord ? Or, shall I say, her uncle ?
Or, he that slew her brothers, and her uncles ?
Under what title shall I woo for thee,
Can make seem pleasing to her tender years ? [nless thou could’st put on some other shape,
K. Rich. Infer fair England's peace by this
Q. Eliz. Which she shall purchase with still
lasting war. Q. Eliz. Nay, then indeed, she cannot choose
K. Rich. Tell her, the king, that may comHaving bought love with such a bloody spoil.
Q. Eliz. That at her hands, which the king's K. Kich. Look, what is done cannot be now
K. Rich. Say, she shall be a high and mighty
queen. Q. Eliz. To wail the title, as her mother doth.
To win your daughter.
Q. Eliz. There is no other way;
but have thee,
Which after-hours give leisure to repent.
K. Rich. Say, I will love her everlastingly. K. Rich. By the time to come.
Hereafter time, for time past, wrong'd' y tree. Q. Eliz. But how long fairly shall her sweet The children live, whose parents thou tast life last ?
slaughter'd, K. Rich. As long as heaven, and nature, Ungovern’d youth, to wail it in their age: lengthens it.
The parents live, whose children thou hast buto Q Eliz. As long as hell, and Richard, likes cher's, of it.
Old barren plants, to wail it with their a, e, K. Rich. Say, I, her sov'reign, am her sub- Swear not by time to come; tor that ti.07 best ject low.
Misus'd ere used, by times ill-us'd c'1.past.
So thrive I in my dangerous attew.pt
Day, yield me not thy light; nor. night, ty rest!
To my proceeding, if, with pure heart's love, Q. Eliz. Plain, and not honest, is too harsh a Immaculate devotion, holy thoughts, style.
I tender not thy beauteous princely dauxhter!
Without her, follows to mysel, and thee,
Death, desolation, ruin, and decay:
Therefore, dear mother, (I must call you 50,}
Plead what I will be, not what I have boon; K. Rich. Now, by my George, my garter, and Not my deserts, but what I will deserve: my crown,
Urge the necessity and state of times, Q. Eliz. Profan'd, dishonour'd, and the third And be not peevish found in great designs. usurp'd.
Q. Eliz. Shall I be tempted of the devil thus? K. Rich. I swear.
K. Rich. Ay, if the devil tempt thce to do Q. Eliz. By nothing ; for this is no oath.
good. Thy George, profan'd, hath lost his holy honour;
Q. Eliz. Shall I forget myself, to be myself? Thy garter, blemish’d, pawn'd his knightly K. Rich. Ay, if your selfos remembrance virtue ;
Where, in that nest of spicery, they shall breed K. Kich. Now, by the world,
Selves of themselves to your recomforture. Q. Eliza 'Tis full of thy foul wrongs.
Q. Eliz. Shall I go win my daughter to thy K. Rich. My father's death,
will ? Q. Eliz. Thy life hath that dishonour'd.
K. Rich. And be a happy mother by the deed. K. Rich. Then, by myself,
Q. Eliz. I go.-Write to me very shortly, Q. Eliz. Thyself is self misus'd.
And you shall understand from me her mind. K. Rich. Why then, by God,
K. Rich. Bear her my true love's kiss, and so Q. Elim. God's wrong is most of all.
[Kissing her. Exit Q. Elizabeth.
Unarm'd, and unresolv'd to beat them back :
Cate. I go.
before I go?
"Tis thought, that Richmond is their admiral; Stan. No, mighty liege ; therefore mistrust And there they hull, expecting but the aid
me not. Of Buekingham, to welcome them ashore. K. Rich. Where is thy power then, to beat K. Rich. Some light-foot friend post to the
him back? Duke of Nortolk :
Where be thy tenants, and thy followers ? Ratclif, thrseit,
-or Catesby; where is he? Are they not now upon the western shore, Cati . Here, my good lord.
Safe-conducting the rebels from their ships ? I. Rich. Catesby, fly to the duke.
Stan. No, my good lord, my friends are in Cate. I will, my lord, with all convenient the north. haste.
K. Rich. Cold friends to me: What do they K. Rich. Ratcliff, come hither: Post to Sa in the north, lisbury ;
When they should serve their sovereign in the When thou com’st thither,-Dull unmindful
west ? villain,
[To Catesby. Stan. They have not been commanded, mighty Why stay'st thou here, and go'st not to the duke? king: Cate
. First, mighty liege, tell me your high- Pleaseth your majesty to give me leave, ness' pleasure,
I'll muster up my friends; and meet your grace, What from your grace I shall deliver to him. Where, and what time, your majesty shall please. K. Rich. O, true, good Catesby ;-Bid him K. Rich. Ay, ay, thou wouldst be gone to levy straight
join with Richmond : The greatest strength and power he can make,
I will not trust
sir. And meet me suddenly at Salisbury.
Stan. Most mighty sovereign,
[Exit. You have no cause to hold my friendship doubtRat. What , may it please you, shall I do at
I never was, nor never will be false.
you, leave behind
Or else his head's assurance is but frail,
Stan. So deal with him, as I prove true to you.
[Exit Stanley. news with you? Stan. None good, my liege, to please you with
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. My gracious sovereign, now in Devon Nor none so bad, but well may be reported.
Sir Edward Courtney, and the haughty prelate,
Ènter another Messenger.
in arms; White-liver'd runagate, what doth he there? And every hour more competitors Stan. I know not, mighty sovereign, but by Flock to the rebels, and their power grows strong.
Enter another Messenger.
ham He makes for England, here to claim the crown,
K. Rich. Out on ye, owls ! nothing but songs K. Rich. Is the chair empty? is the sword
[He strikes him. unsway'd ?
There, take thou that, till thou bring better newe. Is the king dead ? the empire unpossess'd?
3 Mess. The news I have to tell your majesty, What heir of York is there alive, but we ?
Is,—that by sudden floods and fall of waters, And who is England's king, but great York's Buckingham's army is dispers’d and scatter'd ; beir?
And he himself wander'd away alone,
K. Rich. O, I cry you mercy :
Hath any well-advised friend proclaim'd You cannot guess wherefore the Welshman Reward to him, that brings the traitor in ?
3 Mess. Such proclamation bath been made, Thou wilt revolt, and fly to him, I fear.
the hearing ;
Enter another Messenger.
SCENE V.-A room in Lord Stanley's house. 4 Mess. Sir Thomas Lovel, and lord marquis Dorset,
Enter STANLEY and Sir CHRISTOPHER 'Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms.
If I revolt, off goes young George's head;
Wales, up in arms;
Stan. What men of name resort to him? If not to fight with foreign enemies,
Chris. Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned solYet to beat down these rebels here at home.
Sir Gilbert Talbot, sir William Stanley;
Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, sir James Blunt, Cate. My liege, the duke of Buckingham is And Rice ap Thomas, with a valiant crew; taken,
And many other of great fame and worth : That is the best news; That the Earl of Rich- And towards London do they bend their course, mond
If by the way they be not fought withal.
me to him ;
He shall espouse Elizabeth her daughter. A royal battle might be won and lost :
These letters will resolve him of my mind. Some one take order, Buckingham be brought Farewell. [Gives papers to Sir Christopher. To Salisbury ;-the rest march on with me.
This, this All-Souls' day to my fearful soul, SCENE I.-Salisbury. An open place. Is the determin'd respite of my wrongs.
That high All-seer, which I dallied with,
Hath turn’d my feigned prayer on my head,
And given in earnest what I begg’d in jest. Buck. Will not king Richard let me speak with Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men him?
To turn their own points on their masters' bosoms: Sher. No, my good lord ; therefore be patient. Thus Margaret's curse falls heavy on my neck,Buck. Hastings, and Edward's children, Ri- When he, quoth she, shall split thy heart with vers, Grey,
sorrow, Holy king Henry, and thy fair son Edward, Remember Margaret was a prophetess.Vaughan, and all that have miscarried
Come, sirs, convey me to the block of shame; By underhand corrupted foul injustice ; Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of It that your moody discontented souls
blame. [Ereunt Buckingham, &c.
SCENE II.--Plain near Tamworth.
Enter, with drum and colours, Richmond, Ox~ Buck. Why, then All-Souls' day is my body's FORD, Sir JAMES BLUNT, Sir Walter HEBdoomsılay.
BERT, and Others, with Forces, marching.