Enter a Messenger. Mef. My gracious fovereign, now in Devonshire, Sir Edward Courtney, and the haughty prelate, With many more confederates, are in arms. Enter another Messenger. 2 Mef. In Kent, my liege, the Guildfords are in arms; And every hour more competitors Flock to the rebels, and their power grows ftrong. Enter another Messenger. 3 Mef. My lord, the army of great BuckinghamK. Rich. Out on ye, owls! nothing but fongs of death? [He frikes him. There, take thou that, till thou bring better news. 3 Mef. The news I have to tell your majesty, Is,-that, by fudden floods and fall of waters, Buckingham's army is difpers'd and scatter'd; 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 blow of thine. 3 Mef. Such proclamation hath been made, my liege. Enter another Messenger. 4 Mef. Sir Thomas Lovel, and lord marquis Dorset, 'Tis faid, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms. Who anfwer'd him, they came from Buckingham Hois'd fail, and made his course again for Bretagne. 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. K. Rich. Away towards Salisbury; while we reafon 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. SCENE V. A Room in Lord Stanley's Houfe. Enter STANLEY and Sir CHRISTOPHER URSWICK. Stan. Sir Chriftopher, tell Richmond this from me :That, in the fty of this moft bloody boar, My son George Stanley is frank'd up in hold; If I revolt, off goes young George's head; The The fear of that withholds my prefent aid. But, tell me, where is princely Richmond now? Stan. Well, hie thee to thy lord; commend me to him; Tell him, the queen hath heartily confented He fhall efpoufe Elizabeth her daughter. Exeunt. ACT ACT V. SCENE I. Salisbury. An open Place. Enter the Sheriff, and Guard, with BUCKINGHAM, led to execution. Buck. Will not king Richard let me speak with him? Sher. No, my good lord; therefore be patient. Buck. Haftings, and Edward's children, Rivers, Grey, Holy king Henry, and thy fair fon Edward, Vaughan, and all that have miscarried By underhand corrupted foul injustice; If that your moody difcontented fouls Do through the clouds behold this present hour, Even for revenge mock my destruction!— This is All-Souls' day, fellows, is it not? Sher. It is, my lord. Buck. Why, then All-Souls' day is my body's doomfday. This is the day, which, in king Edward's time, I wish'd might fall on me, when I was found Falfe to his children, or his wife's allies: This is the day, wherein I wish'd to fall When When be, quoth fhe, fball fplit thy heart with forrow, Come, firs, convey me to the block of shame ; [Exeunt BUCKINGHAM, &c. SCENE II. Plain near Tamworth. Enter, with drum and colours, RICHMOND, OXFORD, Sir JAMES BLUNT, Sir WALTER HERBERT, and Others, with forces, marching. Richm. Fellows in arms, and my most loving friends, Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny, Thus far into the bowels of the land Have we march'd on without impediment; That spoil'd your fummer fields, and fruitful vines, Lies now even in the centre of this isle, Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn : From Tamworth thither, is but one day's march. By this one bloody trial of sharp war. Oxf. Every man's confcience is a thousand fwords, To fight against that bloody homicide. Herb. I doubt not, but his friends will turn to us. Blunt. |