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K. Ricb. My father's death,

Queen. Igo.-Write to me very shortly, Queen. Thy life hath that dishonour'd.

And you shall understand from me her mind. K. Ricb. Then, by myself,

K. Rich. Bear her my true love's kiss, and fo Queen. Thyself is self-mis-us'd.

farewel. [Killing ber. Exit Queen. K. Ricb. Why then, by heaven,

5 Relenting fool, and shallow, changing-woman! Queer. Heaven's wrong is most of all.

How now? what news?
If thou didft fear to break an oath with heaven,
The unity, the king my husband made,

Enter Ratcliff, and Catesby.
Had not been broken, nor my brother Nain.

Rat. Most mighty sovereign, on the western If thou hadft fear'd to break an oath by him,

coast The imperial metal, circling now thy head,

Rideth a puissant navy; to the shore Had grac'd the tender temples of my child,

Throng many doubtful hollow-hearted friends, And both the princes had been breathing here,

Unarm'd, and unresolv'd to beat them back: Which now, two tender bed-fellows for duft,

l'Tis thought, that Richmond is their admiral; Thy broken faith hath made a prey for worms. 151

And there they hull, expecting but the aid What canft thou swear by now?

Of Buckingham, to welcome them ashore. K. Ricb. By time to come.


K. Rich. Some light-foot friend post to the duke

of Norfolk ;Queen. That thou hast wrong'd in the time o'erFor I myself have many tears to wash

Ratcliff, thyself,ếor Catesby; where is he? Hercafter time, for time past, wrong'd by thee.

Cates. Here, my good lord. The children live, whose parents thou haft Naugh

K. Ricb. Catesby, fly to the duke. ter'd,

Catef. I will, my lord, with all convenient haste. Ungovern'd youth, to wail it in their age :

K. Ricb. Ratcliff, come hither: Post'to Salisbury; The parents live, whose children thou hast but

When thou com'st thitler --Dull unmindful villain, cher'd,

[To Califoy.

25 Old barren plants, to wail it with their age.

Why stay'lt thou here, and go'st not to the duke? Swear not by time to come; for that thou haft

Cates. First, mighty liege, tell me your highness' Mifus'd ere us’d, by times ill-us'd o'er-past.

pleasure, K. Ricb. As I intend to prosper, and repent !

What from your grace I shall deliver to him. So thrive I in my dangerous attempt

K. Ricb. O, true, good Catesby ;-Bid him levy

301 Of hostile arms! myself myself confound !

straight Heaven, and fortune, bar me happy hours !

The greatest strength and power he can make, Day, yield me not thy light; nor, night, thy rest!

And meet me suddeniy at Salisbury. Be opposite all planets of good luck

Cares. I go.

[Exit. To my proceeding, if, with pure heart's love,

Rat. What, may it please you, thall I do at

35 immaculate devotion, holy thoughts,


[fore I go? I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter !

K. Rich. Why, what wouldst thou do there, beIn her confifts my happiness, and thine ;

Rat. Your highness told me, I hould post

before. Without her, follows to myself, and thee, Herself, the land, and many a christian soul, 140

Enter Lord Stanley. Death, desolation, ruin, and decay:

K. Ricb. My mind is chang'd.Stanley, what It cannot be avoided, but by this;

news with you? It will not be avoided, but by this ;

Stanl. None good, my liege, to please you with Therefore, dear mother, (1 must call you fo)

the hearing; Be the attorney of my love to her :

45 Nor none so bad, but well may be reported. Plead what I will be, not what I have been, K. Ricb. Heyday, a riddle! neither good, nor bad! Not my deserts, but what I will deserve:

What need'st thou run so many miles about, Urge the necessity and state of times,

When thou may'st tell thy tale the nearest way? And be not peevish found in great designs. Once more, what news? Queen. Shall I be tempted of the devil thus ? 50

Stanley. Richmond is on the seas. K. Ricb. Ay, if the devil tempt thee to do good. K. Ricb, There let him sink, and be the seas Queer. Shall I forget myself, to be myself?

on him ! K. Ricb. Ay, if yourself's remembrance wrong White-liver'd runagate, what doth he there? yourself.

Stanl. I know not, mighty sovereign, but by guess. Queen. But thou didft kill my children. 155

K. Rich. Well, as you guess ? [Morton, K. Ricb. But in your daughter's womb I bury Stanl. Stirr'd up by Dorset, Buckingham, and them:

He makes for England, here to claim the crown. Where, in that nest of spicery', they shall breed K. Rich. Is the chair empty? is the sword unSelves of themselves, to your recomforture.

sway'd? Pacm, Shall I go win my daughter to thy will 60 Is the king dead? the empire unpossessid? K. Rich. And be a happy mother by the deed. What heir of York is there alive, but we?

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And who is England's king, but great York's heir ? | K. Ricb. Oh, I cry you mercy:
Then, tell me, what makes he upon the seas ? There is my purse, to cure that blow of thine.

Stanl. Unless for that, my liege, I cannot guess. Hath any well-advised friend proclaim'd

K. Ricb. Unless for that he comes to be your liege, Reward to him that brings the traitor in? [liege. You cannot guess wherefore the Welshman comes. 5 3 Mes. Such proclamation hath been made, my Thou wilt revolt, and fly to him, I fear. [not.

Enter anorber Mijenger. Stanl. No, mighty liege; therefore mistrust me 4 Mes. Sir Thomas Lovel, and lord marquis DorK. Rich. Where is thy power, then, to beat him 'Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms. [set, back?

But this good comfort bring I to your highness, Where be thy tenants, and thy followers ? 10 The Bretagne navy is dispers’d by tempeft: Are they not now upon the western More, Richmond, in Dorsetshire, sent out a boat Safe-conducting the rebels from their ships ? Unto the shore, to ask those on the banks, Stanl. No, my good lord, my friends are in the If they were his affiftants, yea, or no; north.


Who answer'd him, they came from Buckingham K. Rich. Cold friends to me: What do they in the 15 Upon his party : he, mitrusting them, When they should serve their sovereign in the west? Hois'd fail, and made his course again for Bretagne. Stanl. They have not been commanded, mighty K. Rich. March on, march on, fince we are up king:

If not to fight with foreign enemies, [in arms; Pleaseth your majesty to give me leave,

Yet to beat down these rebels here at home. I'll muster up my friends; and meet your grace, 20

Enter Catesby. Where, and what time, your majesty shall please. Cates. My liege, the duke of Buckingham is taken, K. Rich. Ay, ay, thou wouldst be gone to join

That is the best news: That the Earl of Richmond with Richmond:

Is with a mighty power landed at Milford, But I'll not trust you, fir.

Is colder news, but yet it must be told. [here, Stanl. Most mighty sovereign,

25 K.Ricb. Away towards Salisbury; while we reason You have no cause to hold my friendship doubtful; A royal battle might be won and loft:I never was, nor never will be false.

Some one take order, Buckingham be brought K. Ricb. Well, go, mufter thy men. But, hear To Salisbury ;--the rest march on with me. you, leave behind

[Exeunt. Your son, George Stanley: look your heart be firm, 30

Or else his head's assurance is but frail.
Stani. So deal with him, as I prove true to you.

Lord Stanley's House.
[Exx Stanley.
Enter a Millenger.

Enter Lord Stanley, and Sir Christopher Ursweck. Mif. My gracious sovereign, now in Devonshire, 35 Stanl. Sir Christopher ?, tell Richmond this from As I by friends am well advertised,

That, in the stye of this most bloody boar [me ;Sir Edward Courtney, and the haughty prelate, My son George Stanley is frank'd up in hold; Bishop of Exeter; his elder brother,

If I revolt, off goes young George's head; With many more confederates are in arms. The fear of that withholds my present aid. Enter a Messenger.

40 But, tell me, where is princely Richmond now? 2 Mes. In Kent, my liege, the Guilfords are in Chri. At Pembroke, or at Ha'rford-welt, in And every hour more competitors ? (arms; Siarl. What men of name resort to him? [Wales. Flock to the rebels, and their power grows strong. Cbri. Sir Walter Herbert, a renown'd soldier; Enter angiber Millinger.

Sir Gilbert Talbot, and Sir William Stanley; 3 Mef. My lord, the army of great Bucking- 45 Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, Sir James Blunt, ham

And Rice ap Thomas, with a valiant crew; K. Rich. Out on ye, owls! nothing but songs And many other of great name and worth : of death?

(Heftrikes bim. And towards London do they bend their course, There, take thou that, 'till thou bring better news. If by the way they be not fought withal. [to him;

3 Mif. The news I have to tell your majelty, 150 Stani. Well, hie thee to thy lord; commend me Is,-that, by sudden foods and fall of waters, Tell him, the queen hath heartily consented Buckingham's army is dispers’d and scatter'd; He fall espouse Elizabeth her daughter. And he himself wander'd away alone,

|These letters will resolve him of my mind. No man knows whither.



i j. e. opponents.

? The person who is called Sir Christopher here, appears by the Chronicles to have been Christopher Urswick, a batchelor in divinity; and chaplain to the countess of Richinond, who had intermarried with the lord Stanley. This priest, the history tells us, frequently went backwards and forwards, unsuspected, on messages betwixt the countess of Richmond and her husband, and the young earl of Richmond, whilft he was preparing to make his defcent on England. Dr. Johnfon has observed, that Sir was anciently a title assumed by graduates.

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In God's name, chearly on, courageous friends, Salisbury.

To reap the harvest of perpetual peace

By this one bloody trial of tharp war. Enter the Sberiff, with Buckingham, led to execution. Oxf. Every man's conscience is a thousand swords, Buck. PILL not king Richard let me speakl 5 To fight against that bloody homicide. with him'?

Herb. I doubt not, but his friends will turn to us. Sber. No, my good lord; therefore be patient. Blunt. He hath no friends, but who are friends Buck. Hastings, and Edward's children, Rivers,

for fear; Holy king Henry, and thy fair son Edward, [Grey, Which, in his dearest need, will fly from him. Vaughan, and all that have miscarried

Ricbm. All for our vantage. Then, in God's By underhand corrupted foul injustice;

name march: If that your moody discontented souls

True hope is swist, and Aies with swallow's wings; Do through the clouds behold this present hour, Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. Even for revenge mock my destruction !

[Excuit. This is All-Souls' day, fellows, is it not? 151

SC EN E III. Sber. It is, my lord.

doomsday. Buck. Why, then All-Souls' day is my body's

Bofoverib Field. This is the day, which, in king Edward's time, Enter King Richard in arms, with the Duke of NorI with'd might fall on me, when I was found

folk, Earl of Surrey, and cibers. False to his children, or his wife's allies :

K. Ricb. Here pitch our tent, even here in BofThis is the day, wherein I with'd to fall

worth Field. By the false faith of him whom moft I trusted : My lord of Surrey, why look you so sad? This, this All-Souls' day to my fearful soul,

Surr. My heart is ten times lighter than my looks. Is the determin’d respite of my wrongs 2.

K. Rick. My lord of Norfolk That high All-feer whom I dally'd with,


Nor. Here, most gracious liege. Hath turn'd my feigned prayer on my head,

K. Rich. Norfolk, we must have knocks; Ha! And given in earnest what I begg'd in jest.

muft we not?

[lord. Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men Nor. We must both give and take, my loving To turn their own points on their masters' bosoms : K. Ricb. Up with my tent: Here will I lie toThus Margaret's curse falls heavy on my necko 30 night;

[that. W ber be, quoth the, sball split tby beart with forrew, But where, to-morrow?-Well, all's one for Remember Margaret was a propbetess.

Who hath descry'd the number of the traitors ? Come, firs, convey me to the block of shame; Nor. Six or seven thousand is their utmost power. Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame. K. Ricb. Why, our battalia trebles that accounts

[Exeunt Buckingbam, &C.35 Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength, S CE N E II.

Which they upon the adverse faction want.Tarwertb, on the borders of Leicestershire. A camp.

Up with the tent.---Come, noble gentlemen,

Let us survey the vantage of the ground ;--Exter Henry Earl of Ricbmond, Earl of Oxford, Sir Call for some men of sound direction 4 :-

James Blunt, Sir Walter Herbert, and others, with 40 Let's want no discipline, make no delay; drum and colours.

For, lords, to-morrow is a busy day. [Excunt. Ricbm. Fellows in arms, and my most loving Enter on tbe other side of the field, Richmond, Sir Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny, [friends, William Brandon, Oxford, Dorset, &c. Thus far into the bowels of the land

Ricbm. The weary sun hath made a galden set, Have we march'd on without impediment; 45 And, by the bright track of his fiery car, And here receive we from our father Stanley Gives token of à goodly day to-morrow.--Lines of fair comfort and encouragement.

Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my standard.--The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar, Give me some ink and paper in my tent;--That spoild your summer fields, and fruitful vines, I'll draw the form and model of our battle, Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his 50 Limit each leader to his several charge, trough

And part in just proportion our small power. In your embowelld 3 bosoms, this foul swine My lord of Oxford,---you, Sir William Brandon,--Lies now even in the centre of this ifle,

And you, Sir Walter Herbert, stay with me:--Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn : The earl of Pembroke keeps his regiment;--From Tamworth thither, is but one day's march.55 Good captain Blunt, bear my good night to him,

* The reason why the duke of Buckingham solicited an interview with the king, is explained in K. Henry VIII. AA 1. 2 i. e. the time to which the punishment of his wrongs was respited. Wrongs here means wrongs done, or injurious practices. i jo e ripped up, 41. c. true judgement; tried military skills



And by the second hour in the morning

And help to arm me, Ratcliff.—Leave me, I say. Delire the earl to see me in my tent:

[Exit Ratcliff. Yet one thing more, good captain, do for me;

Richmond's Tent opens, and discovers bim, and bit Where is lord Stanley quarter'd, do you know?

Officers, &c. Blunt. Unless I have mista'en his colours much, 5

Enter Stanley. (Which, well I am affur'd, I have not done)

Stanl. Fortune and victory fit on thy helm ! His regiment lies half a mile at least South from the mighty power of the king.

Ricom. All comfort that the dark night can afford, Ricbm. If without peril it be possible, [him,

Be to thy person, noble father-in-law ! Sweet Blunt, make some good means to speak with 10

Tell me, how fares our loving mother? And give him from me this most needful note.

Stanl. I, by attorney 4, blefs thee from thy mother, Blunt. Upon my life, my lord, I'll undertake it ;

Who prays continually for Richmond's good;

so much for that.-The filent hours steal on, And so, God give you quiet rest to-night! Richm. Good night, good captain Blunt. Come,

And flaky darkness breaks within the east. gentlemen,

in brief, for so the season bids us be,

151 Let us consult upon to-morrow's bufiness;

Prepare thy battle early in the morning!

And put thy fortune to the arbitrement In to my tent, the air is raw and cold, [Tbey withdraw into the tent.

Of bloody Atrokes, and mortal staring wars. Enter, to kis tent, King Ricbard, Ratcliff, Norfolk,

I, as I may, (that which I would, I cannot) and Catesby.

With best advantage will deceive the time,

And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms: K. Ricb. What is't o'clock ?

But on thy side I may not be too forward,
Cates. It's supper time, my lord ;
It's nine o'clock.

Left, being feen, thy tender brother George
K. Rich. I will not fup to-night.-

Be executed in his father's fight. Give me some ink and paper.-

Farewell : the leisure ', and the fearful time

Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love,
What, is my beaver easier than it was?
And all my armour laid into my tent? [diners.

And ample enterchange of sweet discourse,

Which so long sundred friends should dwell upon; Cates. It is, my liege; and all things are in reaK. Ricb. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge ;

God give us leisure for these rites of love! Use careful watch, chuse trusty centinels.

Once more, adieu :-Be valiant and speed well!

30 Nor. I go, my lord.


Ricbm. Good lords, conduct him to his regiment: K. Rich. Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle

I'll strive, with troubled thoughts, to take a nap; Nor. I warrant you, my lord.

Left leaden Number peize? me down to-morrow,

[Exit. K. Ricb. Ratcliff,

When I should mount with wings of victory : Rat. My lord !

Once more, good night, kind lords and gentlemen:

35 K. Rich. Send out a pursuivant at arms

(Exeunt lords, Gr. To-Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his power

O, Thou ! whofe captain I account myself, Before sun-rising, left his son George fall

Look on my forces with a gracious eye ; Into the blind cave of eternal night.

Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath, Fill me a bowl of wine :-Give me a watch ':

That they may crush down with a heavy fall

140 [To Catefoy.

The usurping helmets of our adversaries ! Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow.

Make us thy ministers of chartisement, Look that my staves 2 be found, and not too heavy.

That we may praise thee in thy victory!

To thee I do commend my watchful soul, Ratcliff,

Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes; Rat. My lord ?

[thumberland ? 45 K. Rich. Saw'st thou the melancholy lord Nor

Sleeping, and waking, 0 defend me ftill! (Sleeps. Rar. Thomas the earl of Surrey and himself, Enter tbe Ghost of Prince Edward, Son to Henry the Much about cock-fhut time 3, from troop to troop,

Sixib. Went through the army, cheering up the foldiers. Gbojt. Let me fit heavy on thy soul to-morrow! K. Ricb. I am satisfy'd. Give me a bowl of wine : 150

[To K. Ricb. I have not that alactity of spirit,

Think how thou stabb'it me in the prime of youth Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have. At Tewksbury; despair therefore, and die! So, set it down.—Is ink and paper ready? Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wronged souls Rat. It is, my lord.

[To Ricbm. K. Ricb. Bid my guard watch, and leave me. 55 Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf: About the mid of night, come to my tent

|King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thee.

? That particular kind of candle is here meant anciently called a watch, because, being marked out into sections, each of which was a certain proportion of time in burning, it supplied the place of the more modern instrument by which we measure the hours. 2 Staves are the wood of the lances. As it was usual to carry more lances than one into the field, the lightness of them was an object of consequence. 3 i. c. twilight. Cockhus is said to be a net to catch woodcocks; and as the time of taking them in this manner is in the twilight, either after sun-set or before its rising, cocksbut light may very properly express the evening or the morning twilight. 4 j. e. by deputation, or by virtue of letter of attorney. 5 By fturing war is probably meant war ibar looks big. Leifure in this paffage stands for want of leisure. ? i. €. w:igb me down, from pejer, French.


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Enter the Gboft of Henry the Sixeb. Thy adversary's wife doth pray for thee. Gbut. When I was mortal, my anointed body

Enter tbe Ghost of Buckingban.

[To K. Rich. Gboft. The first was I, that help'd thee to the By thee was punched full of deadly holes :

crown ;

[To K. Rich. Think on the Tower and me; despair and die; 5 The last was I, that felt thy tyranny: Henry the fixth bids thee despair and die !- o, in the battle think on Buckingham,

Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror ! [To Ricbm. And die in terror of thy guiltiness!
Harry, that prophesy'd thou shouldt be king, Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death;
Doth comfort thee in thy sleep; live, and flourish. |Fainting, despair: despairing, yield thy breath!
Enter obe Ghuft of Clarence.

I dy'd for hope', ere I could lend thee aid : Gbeff. Let me fit heavy on thy soul to-morrow!

[To Ricbm. (T. K. Ricb. But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay'd: I, that was wash'd to death with fulsome wine, God and good angels fight on Richmond's fide; Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death! And Richard falls in height of all his pride. To-morrow in the battle think on me,


[The Gbufts vanish. And fall thy edgeless sword; despair, and die!

[K. Ricbard starts out of his dream. Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster, K. Rich. Give me another horse, bind up

(T. Ricbm.

my wounds, The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee ; Have mercy, Jesu!-Soft; I did but dream.Good angels guard thy battle! Live, and flourinh ! 2010 coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!

Enter ibe Gbits of Rivers, Grey, and Vaugban. The lights burn blue.--Is it not dead midnight ? Riv. Let me fit heavy on thy soul to-morrow! Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling Aeth.

[To K. Ricb.

What do I fear? myself ? there's none else by: Rivers, that dy'd at Pomfret? despair, and die ! Richard loves Richard : that is, I am I. Grey. Think upon Grey, and let thy foul despair !25 Is there a murd'rer here? No;-Yes; I am:

[To K. Ricb. Then fly,--What, from myself? Great reason : Why? Veugb. Think upon Vaughan; and, with guilty Left I revenge. What? Myself on myself ? fear,

I love myself. Wherefore? for any good, Let fall thy lance! despair, and die !

That I myself have done unto myself?

[To K. Rich. 300, po; alas, I rather hate myself, All. Awake! and think, our wrongs in Richard's For hateful deeds committed by myself. bosom

I am a villain : Yet I lye, I am not. Will conquer him;-awake, and win the day! Fool, of thyself speak well :-Fool, do not Aatter.

[To Ricbm.

My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, Enter tbe Gboft of Lord Haflings. 35 And every tongue brings in a several tale, Gbeft. Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake; And every tale condemns me for a villain.

[To K. Ricb.

Perjury, perjury, in the highest degree, And in a bloody battle end thy days !

Murder, stern murder, in the dirst degree; Think on lord Hastings; and despair, and die! - All several fins, all us'd in each degree,

Quiet untroubled soul, awake, awake! [To Ricbm.40 Throng to the bar, crying all,-Guilty! guilty !
Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's fake ! I shall despair,—There is no creature loves me;

Enter the G befts of tbe two young Princes. And, if I die, no soul shall pity me :-
Gbots. Dream on thy cousins (mother'd in the Nay, wherefore Mould they? fince that I myself

Find in myself no pity to myself.
Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard, 45 Methought, the souls of all that I had murder'd

[To K. Ricb. Came to my tent; and every one did threat And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death! To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard. Thy nephews' souls bid thee despair, and die.

Enter Ratcliff Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake in Rat. My lord, joy;

[To Rickm. 50 K. Rich. Who's there? Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy! Rat. My lord, 'tis I: The early village cock Live, and beget a happy race of kings !

Hath twice done salutation to the morn Edward's unhappy fons do bid thee foorith. Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour. Enter tbe Gbeft of Lady Anne.

K. Ricb. O Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fearful Gbft. Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne 55 dream! thy wife,

[To K. Ricb. What thinkest thou? will our friends prove all true ? That never Nept a quiet hour with thee,

Rat. No doubt, my lord. Now fills thy neep with perturbations :

K. Rich. Ratcliff, I fear, I fear, To-morrow in the battle think on me,

Rar. Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of shadows. And fall thy edgeless sword; despair, and die - 60 K. Rieb. By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Thou, quiet soul, Neep thou a quiet sleep ; Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard,

[To Richm.

Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers, Dream of success and happy victory;

Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond,

ri. e. I died for withing well to you.


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