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K. Rich. My father's death,—
K. Rich. Then, by myself,
Queen. Thyfelf is felf-mif-us'd.
K. Ricb. Why then, by heaven,
Queen. Heaven's wrong is moft of all.
If thou didst fear to break an oath with heaven,
The unity, the king my husband made,
K. Rich. By time to come.
Queen. That thou haft wrong'd in the time o'erFor I myself have many tears to wash
Hereafter time, for time past, wrong'd by thee.
Ungovern'd youth, to wail it in their age:
Old barren plants, to wail it with their age.
K. Rich. As I intend to profper, and repent!
To my proceeding, if, with pure heart's love,
I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter!
Queen. I go.-Write to me very shortly,
5 Relenting fool, and shallow, changing-woman!
It cannot be avoided, but by this;
It will not be avoided, but by this;
Plead what I will be, not what I have been,
Urge the neceffity and state of times,
And be not peevish found in great designs.
Queen. Shall I be tempted of the devil thus ?
Queen. But thou didst kill my children.
K. Rich. But in your daughter's womb I bury
Where, in that neft of spicery, they shall breed
Enter Ratcliff, and Catesby.
Rat. Moft mighty fovereign, on the weftern
Rideth a puiffant navy; to the shore
Throng many doubtful hollow-hearted friends,
Ratcliff, thyfelf,-or Catefby; where is he?
K. Rib. Catesby, fly to the duke.
Catef. I will, my lord, with all convenient hafte.
What from your grace I fhall deliver to him.
The greatest ftrength and power he can make,
Enter Lord Stanley.
K. Rich. My mind is chang'd.-Stanley,, what news with you?
Stanl. None good, my liege, to please you with the hearing;
Nor none fo bad, but well may be reported.
K. Rich. Heyday, a riddle! neither good, nor bad! What need'st thou run fo many miles about, When thou may'ft tell thy tale the nearest way? Once more, what news?
Stanley. Richmond is on the feas.
K. Rich, There let him fink, and be the feas
White-liver'd runagate, what doth he there?
Queen, Shall I go win my daughter to thy will? 60 Is the king dead? the empire unpoffefs'd?
K. Rich. And be a happy mother by the deed.
Alluding to the phoenix.
And who is England's king, but great York's heir?]
Stanl. No, mighty liege; therefore miftruft me
K. Rich. Oh, I cry you mercy:
There is my puríe, to cure that blow of thine.
4 Mef. Sir Thomas Lovel, and lord marquis Dor-
Where be thy tenants, and thy followers?
Pleafeth your majesty to give me leave,
I'll muster up my friends; and meet your grace, 20
Your fon, George Stanley: look your heart be firm, 30]
Stanl. So deal with him, as I prove true to you.
Enter a Meflenger.
Mef. My gracious fovereign, now in Devonshire, 35
Sir Edward Courtney, and the haughty prelate,
2 Mef. In Kent, my liege, the Guilfords are in
K. Rich. March on, march on, fince we are up If not to fight with foreign enemies, [in arms; Yet to beat down these rebels here at home.
Enter Lord Stanley, and Sir Chriftopher Urfweck.
3 Mef. My lord, the army of great Bucking-45
K. Rich. Out on ye, owls! nothing but fongs of death? [He ftrikes bim. 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 fcatter'd ; And he himself wander'd away alone, No man knows whither.
1 i. e. opponents. 2 The perfon who is called Sir Chriftopher here, appears by the Chronicles to have been Chriftopher Urfwick, a batchelor in divinity; and chaplain to the countefs of Richmond, who had intermarried with the lord Stanley. This priest, the history tells us, frequently went backwards and forwards, unfufpected, on meffages betwixt the countefs of Richmond and her husband, and the young earl of Richmond, whilft he was preparing to make his defcent on England. Dr. Johnfon has obferved, that Sir was anciently a title affumed by graduates.
Enter the Sheriff, with Buckingham, led to execution.
In God's name, chearly on, courageous friends,
Oxf. Every man's confcience is a thousand swords,
ILL not king Richard let me fpeak 5 To fight against that bloody homicide.
Buck. Why, then All-Souls' day is my body's 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 By the faife faith of him whom most I trusted: This, this All-Souls' day to my fearful foul, Is the determin'd respite of my wrongs 2. That high All-feer whom I dally'd with, Hath turn'd my feigned prayer on my head, And given in earnest what I begg'd in jest. Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men To turn their own points on their masters' bofoms: Thus Margaret's curfe falls heavy on my neck,When be, quoth fhe, fhall split thy beart with forrow, Remember Margaret was a prophetess.
Come, firs, convey me to the block of fhame;
Tamworth, on the borders of Leicestershire. A camp.
drum and colours.
Herb. I doubt not, but his friends will turn to us. Blunt. He hath no friends, but who are friends for fear;
Which, in his deareft need, will fly from him. Richm. All for our vantage. Then, in God's name march:
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings; Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. [Excunt.
Enter King Richard in arms, with the Duke of Norfolk, Earl of Surrey, and others.
K. Rich. Here pitch our tent, even here in Bofworth Field.
My lord of Surrey, why look you so fad?
Nor. Here, most gracious liege.
K. Rich. Norfolk, we must have knocks; Ha! muft we not? [lord. Nor. We muft both give and take, my loving K. Rich. Up with my tent: Here will I lie tonight; [that.
But where, to-morrow?-Well, all's one for Who hath defcry'd the number of the traitors?
Nor. Six or feven thousand is their utmost power. K. Rich. Why, our battalia trebles that account: Befides, the king's name is a tower of strength, Which they upon the adverse faction want.Up with the tent.---Come, noble gentlemen, Let us furvey the vantage of the ground;--Call for fome men of found direction 4 :--Let's want no difcipline, make no delay; For, lords, to-morrow is a busy day. Enter on the other fide of the field, Richmond, Sir William Brandon, Oxford, Dorfet, &c. Ricbm. The weary fun hath made a golden fet, 45 And, by the bright track of his fiery car, Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.--Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my standard.--Give me fome ink and paper in my tent;--I'll draw the form and model of our battle, Limit each leader to his feveral charge, And part in just proportion our small power. My lord of Oxford,---you, Sir William Brandon,--And you, Sir Walter Herbert, stay with me:--The earl of Pembroke keeps his regiment;--
Ricbm. Fellows in arms, and my most loving
In your embowell'd 3 bofoms,—this foul swine
From Tamworth thither, is but one day's march.|55|Good captain Blunt, bear my good night to him,
The reafon why the duke of Buckingham folicited an interview with the king, is explained in K. Henry VIII. A& f. 2 i. e. the time to which the punishment of his wrongs was refpited. Wrongs here means wrongs done, or injurious practices. > i. e. ripped up. 4 i, e. true judgement; tried military skill
And by the fecond hour in the morning
Yet one thing more, good captain, do for me;
Blunt. Upon my life, my lord, I'll undertake it ; And fo, God give you quiet rest to-night!
Richm. Good night, good captain Blunt. Come,
Let us confult upon to-morrow's bufinefs;
[They withdraw into the tent. Enter, to his tent, King Richard, Ratcliff, Norfolk, and Catesby.
K. Rich. What is't o'clock?
Catef. It's fupper time, my lord;
It's nine o'clock.
K. Rich. I will not fup to-night.
Give me fome ink and paper.—
What, is my beaver easier than it was?-
Nor. I go, my lord.
K. Rich. Ratcliff,
Rat. My lord!
K. Rich. Send out a pursuivant at arms
Fill me a bowl of wine :-Give me a watch:-
Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow.
And help to arm me, Ratcliff.-Leave me, I say.
Richmond's Tent opens, and discovers bim, and bit
Stanl. Fortune and victory fit on thy helm!
Stanl. I, by attorney 4, blefs thee from thy mother,
Richm. Good lords, conduct him to his regiment:
Rat. My lord?
Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have.-
Rat. It is, my lord.
K. Rich. Bid my guard watch, and leave me. About the mid of night, come to my tent
Gboft. Let me fit heavy on thy foul to-morrow! [To K. Rich. Think how thou ftabb'ft me in the prime of youth At Tewksbury; defpair therefore, and die !— Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wronged fouls [To Richm 55 Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf: King Henry's iffue, Richmond, comforts thee.
That particular kind of candle is here meant anciently called a watch, because, being marked out into fections, each of which was a certain proportion of time in burning, it fupplied the place of the more modern inftrument 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 confequence. 3 i. e. twilight. Cockbut is faid to be a net to catch woodcocks; and as the time of taking them in this manner is in the twilight, either after fun-fet or before its rifing, cockbut light may very properly exprefs the evening or the morning twilight. 4 i. e. by deputation, or by virtue of letter of attorney. 5 By staring war is probably meant war that looks big. Leifure in this paffage ftands for want of leifure. 7 i. e. weigh me down, from pefer, French.
Enter the Ghoft of Henry the Sixth. Gbuft. When I was mortal, my anointed body [To K. Rich. By thee was punched full of deadly holes : Think on the Tower and me; despair and die; Henry the fixth bids thee despair and die !—
Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror! [To Richm. Harry, that prophesy'd thou shouldst be king, Doth comfort thee in thy fleep; live, and flourish. Enter the Ghuft of Clarence.
Ghoft. Let me fit heavy on thy foul to-morrow! [To K. Rich.
5 The laft was I, that felt thy tyranny:
I, that was wash'd to death with fulfome wine,
Vaugh. Think upon Vaughan; and, with guilty| fear,
Let fall thy lance! despair, and die!
[To K. Rich. All. Awake! and think, our wrongs in Richard's bofom
Will conquer him;-awake, and win the day!
[The Ghefts vanifb. [K. Richard starts out of bis dream. K. Rich. Give me another horse,bind up my wounds,
Have mercy, Jefu!-Soft; I did but dream.—
Is there a murd'rer here? No;-Yes; I am:
300, no; alas, I rather hate myself,
Enter the Ghoft of Lord Haftings. Gheft. Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake;
[To K. Ricb.
And in a bloody battle end thy days!
Let us be lead within thy bofom, Richard,
[To K. Rich. And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death! Thy nephews' fouls bid thee despair, and die.— Sleep, Richmond, fleep in peace, and wake in [To Rickm. 50
Enter the Gheft of Lady Anne.
Gbft. Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne 55 thy wife,
[To K. Rich.
That never flept a quiet hour with thee,
Now fills thy fleep with perturbations:
Dream of fuccefs and happy victory;
For hateful deeds committed by myself.
I am a villain: Yet I lye, I am not.
Fool, of thyfelf fpeak well :-Fool, do not flatter.
Nay, wherefore should they? fince that I myself
Methought, the fouls of all that I had murder'd
Rat. My lord,
K. Rich. Who's there?
Rat. My lord, 'tis I: The early village cock Hath twice done falutation to the morn Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour. K. Rich. O Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fearful dream!
What thinkeft thou? will our friends prove all true? Rat. No doubt, my lord.
K. Rich. Ratcliff, I fear, I fear,
Rat. Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of shadows. K. Rich. By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Have ftruck more terror to the foul of Richard, Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers, Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond,
i. e. I died for wifhing well to you.