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Cate. I go. [Erit.

Rat. What, may it please you, shall I do at Salisbury?

K. Rich. Why, what would'st thou do there, before I go?

Rat. Your highness told me, I should post before.

Enter Stanley.

K. Rich. My mind is chang'd.— Stanley, what news

with you? Stan. None good, my liege, to please you with the

hearing; Nor none so bad, but well may be reported.

K, Rich. Heyday, a riddle! neither good, nor bad! What need'st thou run so many miles about, When thou may'st tell thy tale the nearest way? Once more, what news?

Stan. Richmond is on the seas.

K. Rick. There let him sink, and be the seas on


White-liver'd runagate, what doth he there?
Stan. I know not, mighty sovereign, but by guess.
K. Rich. Well, as you guess?
Stan. Stirr'd up by Dorset, Buckingham, and


He makes for England, here to claim the crown.
K. Rich. Is the chair empty? is the sword un-


Is the king dead? the empire unpossess'd?
What heir of York is there alive, but we?

And who is England's king, but great York's heir? Then, tell me, what makes he upon the seas •

Stan. Unless for that, my liege, I cannot guess.

K. Rich. Unless for that he comes to be your liege, You cannot guess wherefore the Welshman comes. Thou wilt revolt, and fly to him, I fear.

Stan. No, mighty liege; therefore mistrust me not.

K. Rich. Where is thy power then, to beat him


Where be thy tenants, and thy followers?
Are they not now upon the western shore,
Safe-conducting the rebels from their ships?

Stan. No, my good lord, my friends are in the north.

K. Rieh. Cold friends to me: What do they in the

north, When they should serve their sovereign in the west?

Stan. They have not been commanded, mighty


Pleaseth your majesty to give me leave,
I'll muster up my friends; and meet your grace,
Where, and what time, your majesty shall please.

K. Rich. Ay, ay, thou wouldst be gone to join with

I will not trust you, sir.

Stan. Most mighty sovereign,

You have no cause to hold my friendship doubtful; I never was, nor never will be false,

K. Rich. Well, go, muster men. But, hear you, leave behind

Your son, George Stanley : look your heart be firm, Or else his head's assurance is but frail.

Stan. So deal with him, as I prove true to you.

[Exit Stanley.

Enter a Messenger.

Mess. My gracious sovereign, now in Devonshire, As I by friends am well advertised, Sir Edward Courtney, and the haughty prelate, Bishop of Exeter, his elder brother, With many more confederates, are in arms.

Enter another Messenger.

2 Mess. In Kent, my liege/ the Guild lords are in


And every hour more competitors
Flock to the rebels, and their power grows strong.

Enter another Messenger.

3 Mess. My lord, the army of great Buckingham— K. Rich. Out on ye, owls! nothing but songs of

death? [He strikes him

There, take thou that, till thou bring better news.

3 Mess. The news I have to tell your majesty,
Is,—that, by sudden floods and fall of waters,
Buckingham's army is dispers'd and scattered;
And he himself wander'd away alone,
No man knows whither.

K. Rich. O, I cry you mercy:

There is my purse, to cure that blew of thine.

Hath any well-advised friend proclaim'd
Reward to him that brings the traitor in?

3 Mess. Such proclamation hath been made, my


Enter another Messenger.

4 Mess. Sir Thomas Lovel, and lord marquis Dorset, Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms.

But this good comfort bring I to your highness,—
The Bretagne navy is dispers'd by tempest:
Richmond, in Dorsetshire, sent out a boat
Unto the shore, to ask those on the banks,
If they were his assistants, yea, or no;
Who answer'd him, they came from Buckingham
Upon his party: he, mistrusting them,
Hois'd sail, and made his course again for Bretagne.
K. Rich. March on, march on, since we are up in


If not to fight with foreign enemies,
Yet to beat down these rebels here at home.

Enter Catesby.

Cate. My liege, the duke of Buckingham is taken, That is the best news; That the earl of Richmond Is with a mighty power landed at Milford, Is colder news; but yet they must be told.

1C. Rich. Away towards Salisbury; while we reason

here, A royal battle might be won and lost:— Some one take order, Buckingham be brought

To Salisbury;—the rest march on with me. [Exeunt.


A Room in Lord Stanley's House. Enter Stanley and Sir Christopher Urswick.

Stan. Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this from


That, in the sty of this most bloody boar,
My son George Stanley is frank'd up in hold;
If I revolt, off goes young George's head;
The fear of that withholds my present aid.
But, tell me, where is princely Richmond now?

Chris. At Pembroke, or at Ha'rford-west, in Wales.

Stan. What men of name resort to him?

Chris. Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned soldier;
Sir Gilbert Talbot, sir William Stanley;
Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, sir James Blunt,
And Rice ap Thomas, with a valiant crew;
And many other of great fame and worth:
And towards London do they bend their course,
If by the way they be not fought withal.

Stan. Well, hie thee to thy lord; commend me to


Tell him, the queen hath heartily consented
He ihall espouse Elizabeth her daughter.
These letters will resolve him of my mind.
Farewel. [Gives papers to Sir Christopher. Exeunt.

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