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Bude, My lord,

K, Bich. Ay, what^ o'clock ?

Buck, I am thus bold to put your grace in mind
Of what you promis'd me.

K. BicL Well, but what's o'clock ?

Biick. Upon the stroke of ten.

K. Bich, Well, let it strike.

Buck, Why, let it strike?

K, Bich, Because that, like a Jack, thou keep'st
the stroke
Betwixt thpr begging and my meditation.
I am not m the giving vein to-day.

BucL Why, then, resolve me whether you will,
or no.

K.Bkh, Thoutroublestme; lamnotinthevein.
j^ExeutU King Richard and Train.

Buck, Andisitthus? repays he mv deep service
With soeh contempt? maae I him king for this?
O, let me think on Hastings ; and be gone
To Brecknock, while my fearful head is on. [Exit,

SCENE llL^Theaame.
Enter Ttrrbl.
Tjfr, The tyrannous and bloody act is dona.
The most arch deed of piteous massacre
That ever yet this land was guilty of.
Dighton and Forrest, whom I did suborn
To do this piece of ruthless butchery.
Albeit the^ were flesh'd villains, bloody dogs,
Melting with tenderness and mild compassion.
Wept like to children, in their death's sad story.
**0 thus," quoth Dighton, **Uy the gentle

babes."—
'^Thua, thus/' quoth Forrest, "girdling one

another
Within their alabaster innocent arms :
Their lips were four red roses on a stalk,
And, in their summer beauty, kiss'd each other.
A book of prayers on their pillow Uy :
Which once," quoth Fonest, ** almost ohang'd my

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But, O, the devil "—there the vUIain stoppU :
When Dighton thus told on,— "we smothered
The most replenished sweet work of Nature.
That, from the prime creation, e'er she framed."—
Hence both are gone with conscience and remorse;
They could not speak: and so I left them both
To bear this tidings to the bloody king.

Enter King Righabd.

And here he comes: — AH health, my sovereign
lord I

K» Bich. Kind Tyrrel I am I happy m thy news?

l)/r. If to have done the thii^ you gave in
charge
Beget your happiness, be happy then,
For it is done.

K. Bich. But didst thou see them dead ?

Tyr. I did, my lord.

£. Bich, And buried, gentle TVrrel ?

TV* The chaphun of the Tower hath buried
them;
But where, to say the tnith, I do not know.

K, Bich. Come to me, Tyrrel, soon, at aftei
supper.
When thou shalt tell the process of their death.
Meantime, but think how 1 may do thee good.
And be inheritor of thy desire.
Farewell till then.

2Vr. I humbly take my leave. [E^

K. Bich, The son of Clarence have I pent up
close;
His daughter meanly have I match 'd in marriage;
The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom ;
And Anne my wife hatn bid this world good

night
Now, for I know the Bretagne Richmond aims
At young Elizabeth, my brother's daughter,
And, by that knot, looks proudly on the crown,
To her go I, a jolly thriving wooer.

Enter Ratcuff.

Bnt. My lord I

A*. Bich, Qood or bad news, that thou com*st in

so bluntly?
Bat, Bnd news, my lord: Morton is fled to
Richmond ;
And Buckingham, back'd with the hardy Welsh-
men,
Is in the field, and still his power increaseth.
K, Bich, Ely with Richmond troubles me more
near
Than Buckmgham and his rash-levied strength.
Come, I have learn 'd that fearful commenting
Is leaden servitor to dull dela^ ;
Delay leads impotent and snaii-pao'd beggary :
Then fiery expedition be my wme,
Jove's Mercuiy, and herald for a king I
Go, muster men : my counsel is my shield ;
We must be brief when traitors brave the field.

[ExewU.

SCENE lY.—The game. Before 1^ Palace.
Enter Queen Margaret.

Q. Mar. So, now prosperity begins to mellow.
And drop into the rotten month of death.
Here in these confines slily have I lurk'd,
To watch the waning of mine enemies.
A dire induction am I witness to.
And will to France; hoping the conseouenoe
Will prove as bitter, black, and tragical.
Withdraw thee, wretched Margaret! who oomes

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lambs,

And throw them in the entrails of the wolf?

When didst thou sleep when such a deed was done ?

Q. Mar. When holjliarrj died, and myswent ^< m.

Dtiek, Dead light, blind sight, poor mortal-li v ing

ghost,

Wo6*s scene, world's shame, grave's due by life

usurp'd,

Brief abstract and records of tedious da3rs,

Best thy unrest on England's lawful earth,

[SUting dourn*

Unlawfully made drunk with innocent blood I

Q, EHz, Ah, that thou wouldst as soon afford a

grave.

As thou canst yield a melancholy seat:

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KING RICHARD ITT. ^ ^ ^ .nhnv«nuU^

Cnsaes his piteous and anpiOed end:
Inrth gHpeJibell burns, fiends roar, saints pcty,
'o have him saddeniy convey d from hence*
AHcei his bond of life, dear God, I pray
bat I mMy live to say, the dog is dead I
Q. Eliz. O, thou didst prophesy the time wooIq

come
iat I should wish for thee to help me corse
lat bottled spider, that foul bunck-back'd toad.
Q, Mar. 1 call'd thee then, vain flourish of my

fortune ;
sall'd thee then, poor shadow, painted queen;
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vrue heav'd d down below :

A mother c .vo fiair babes;



in!

woes;

I.
Q, Mar, Bear with me; I am hungry for revenge,
And now I cloy me with beholding it.
,«. „, . . . , , ... . .jj,^ jjjy Edward;

it my Edward ;
cause both they
of my loss.
Abb'd my Edward ;
ic play,

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iisky graves,
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A dream of i garish flag, '

To be the s rousshot;

A sign of d bubble;

A queen in b scene.

Where is th lere be thy brothers?

W here be 1 jrein dost thou joy ?

Who sues, wys-Qod save the

qi
Where be the bending peers that flatter'd thee?
Where be the thronging troops that followed thee?
Decl^ij^^tji^ Jf "nd see what now thou art
For *3^K^t»5* ^^^ distressed widow;
For ^^^^^^^1 0"c ^^^^ wails the name;
^^^ t!^^^^^^d to, one that humbly sues;
For i^^'-^^S?^ caitiff crown'd with care;
For e^^1ii^.;^M o. «o ««« . — ,4 of me;
For I f one;

For I le.

Thus about,

And

Havi ;hou wast.

To t( hou art

Thoi lou not

Usur K ?

Now hen *d yoke;

Fron ied head,

And I.

Farewell, York's wife, - and queen of sad mia-

ohance, —
These English woes shall make me smile in France.
Q, EUz. O thou well skill'd in curses, stay a

while,
And teach me how to curse mine enemies.

Q, Mar. Forbear to sleep the night, and Cast

the day;
Compare dead happiness with living woe ;
Think that thv babes were fairer than they were,
And he that slew them fouler than he is ;
Bettering thy loss makes the bad-causer worse ;
Revolving this will teach thee how to curse.
Q, Eliz. My words are dull, O quicken them

with thine I
Q. Mar, Thy woes will make them sharp, and

)lerce like mine. [Exit Q. Mar.

Why should calamity be full of words ?

u Windy attorneys to their client woes,

ecders of intestate joys,

Lthing orators of miseries I

have scope : though what they do Impart
Axcip iivuiing else, vet do they ease the heart

Duch. If so, then be not tongue-tied : go with me,
And in the breath of bitter words let's smother
My damned son, that thy two sweet sons smother *d
[Trumpet lottAm.
The trumpet sounds. — be copious in expUims.

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SiUar Kiog Biohabd, and hit JMn, mankmg,

K. Bk^ Who intercepts me in mj expedition?

IhiA, Of she that mignt have interoepted thee,
By ttranglug thee in her accursed womb,
From all the slanghters, wretch, that thou hast done.

Q, EHz, Uid*8t thou that forehead wiih a golden
crown.
Where should be branded, if that right were right.
The slaughter of the prince that ow'd that crown.
And the dire death of my poor sons and brothers r
Tell me, thou villain-slave, where are my children ?

Duck, Thou toad, thou toad, where is thy
brother Clarence?
And little Ned Plantagenet, his son?

Q, JOix. Where is the gentle Rivers, Yaughan,
Grey?

JhidL Where is kind Hastings?

K, Bkk, A flourish, trumpets I — strike alarum,
drums!
Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women
Rail on the Lord's anointed: Strike, I say.

[Flourish, Ahtrunu,
Either be patient, and entreat me fair,
Or with the clamorous report of war
Thus will I drown your exclamations.

Ihi^ Art thou my son?

K.£idL Ay: I thank God, my &ther, and
yourself.

Dutk, Then nation tlv hear my impatience.

K, Bith, Madam, 1 have a touch of your con-
dition.
That cannot brook the accent of reproof.

Dueh, 0, let me speak.

Z, Bich, Do, then; but 111 not hear.

Duch, I will be mild and gentle in mv words.

K, Bich, And brief, good mother; for I am in



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DuA, Art thou so hasty? I have stayed for thee,
Qod knows, in torment and in agony.

JL Bich, And came I not at last to comfort you ?

Duch, No, by the holy rood, thou know'st it well.
Thou cam*8t on earth to make the earth my hell.
A grievous burthen waa th v birth to me ;
Tc^y and wayward was thy infancy ;
Thy school-days frightfhl, desperate, wild, and

furious ;
Thy prime of manhood daring, bold, and venturous ;
Thy age confirmed, proud, subtle, sly, and bloody,
More mild, but yet more harmful, kind in hatred :
What comfortable hour canst thou name,
That ever graced me in thv company ?

K, Bich, Taith, none, but Humphrey Hower,
that caird vour grace
To breakfut once^ forth of my company.
If 1 be so disgraoious in your eve.
Let me march on, and not offend you, madam. —
Strike up the drum.

Dwcf., I prithee, hear me speak.

K,Bick You speak too bitterlv.

DvcA. Hear me a word,

For I shall never speak to thee again.

K,Bich, So.

2>iic^ Either thou wilt die, by God^s just ordi-
nanoe.
Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror;
Or I with grief and extreme age shall perish.
And never more behold thy <ace again.
Therefore, take with thee my most grievous curse;
Wliich, in the day of battle, ture thee more
Than all the complete armour that thou wear%tl
My prayers on the adverse partv fight:
And there the little souls of £awarid*s children



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Whisper the spirits of thine enemies,
And promise them success and victory.
Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end ;
Shame serves thy life, and doth thy death attend.

[ExU,

Q, Elias, Though far more cause, yet much less
^ spirit to curse
Abides in me ; I say amen to her. [Going,

K, Bich, Stay, madam, 1 must talk a word with
jou.

Q» Elm, I have no more sons of the royal blood
For thee to slaughter : for my daughters, Richard,
They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens;
And therefore level not to hit their lives.

K, Bich, You have a daughter called Elizabeth,
Virtuous and fair, royal and gracious.

Q, Elvt, And must she die for this ? O, let her
live.
And 111 corrupt her manners, stain her beauty;
Slander myself, as false to Edward's bed ;
Throw over her the veil of infamy :
So she mav live unscarr'd of blci ding slaughter,
I will confess she was not Edward s daughter.

K, Bich, Wrong not her birth, she ib a royal
princess.

Q'EUz, To save her life. 111 say she is not so.

K, Bich, Her life b safest only in her birth.

0, Eliz, And only in that safety died her brothers.

K, Bich. Lo, at their births good stars were
opposite.

Q, EUz, No, to their lives ill friends were con-
trary.

K, Bich, All unavoided is the doom of destiny

Q, Eliz. IVue, when avoided grye makes deatiny
My babes were destined to a fairer death,
If grace had bless 'd thee with a fairer life.

K, Bich. You speak as if that I had slain m}
cousins.

Q, Eliz, Cousins, indeed; and by their uncle
cozen 'd
Of comfort, kingdom, kindred, freedom, life.
Whose hands soever lanc'd their tender hearts.
Thy head, all indirectly, gave direction:
No doubt the murtherous knife was dull and blunt.
Till it was whetted on thy stone-hard heart.
To revel in the entrails of my iambs.
But that still use of grief makes wild grief tame.
My tongue should to thy ears not name my boyi
Till that my nails were anchored in thine eyes ;
And I, in such a desperate bay of death,
Like a poor bark, ot sails and tackling reft.
Rush ail to pieces on thy rocky bosom.

K. Bich, Madam, so thrive I in ray enterprise,
And dangerous success of bloody wars,
I As 1 intend more good to you and yours,
Than ever you and yours by me were harm*dl

Q, Eliz, What g<K)d is covered with the face of
heaven,
To be discovered that can do me good ?

E, Bich, The advancement of your children,
gentle lady.

p. Eliz, Up to some scaffold, there to lose their
headsl

E, Bich, Unto the dignity and height of fortune,
The high imperial type of this earth's glory.

0, Lliz, Flatter my sorrow with report of it ;
Tell me, what state, what dignitv, what honour.
Canst thou demise to any child of mine?

K. Bich, Even all I have ; ay,and myself andall,
Will 1 wirhal endow a child of thine ;
So in the Lethe of thy angry soul
Thou drown the sad remembrancer of those wrongir
Which thou supposest I have done to thee.



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Q, SUm, Be brief; lest tliat the prooeu of tliy
kbidnoKS
Last loxiffer telling tban tbj kindness' date

JT. BQu Then know, tbat, from 1117 seal, I love
thj daagbter.

Q, EUt, Mj daughter's mother tUnks it with
her soal:

K. Rich. What do 70a thbik?

Q, EUa, That thou dost love 017 daughter from
th7 souU
So, from th7 soul'^ love, didst thoa love her

brothers ;
And, from nay heart's love, I do thank thee for iL

K, Bick. Be not so ha8t7 to confound m7
meaning;
I mean, that with my soul I love thy daughter,
And do intend to make her queen of England.

Q, EUl Well, then, who dost thou mean sliall
be her king?

K, Bieh, Even he that makes her qneen : Who
elseshoold be?

Q.EUx What, thou?

A. JHch, Even so : How think 70a of it ?

Q, EUz, How oanst thon woo her?

K. Rich, That I would learn of 70U,

As one being best acquainted with her humour.

Q, EUz, And wilt thou learn of me ?

A. Rich, Madam, with all my heart.

Q, EUx. Send to her, b7 the man that slew her
brothers,
A pair of bleeding hearts ; thereon engrave
Edward and York ; then, haply, will she wcop :
Therefore, oresent to her, — as sometime Margaret
Did to thy rather, steep'd in Rutland's blooti, —
A handkerchief; which, 8a7 to her, did drain
The purple sap from her sweet brother's bod7.
And bid her wipe her weeping e7es withal.
If this inducement move her not to love,
JSend her a letter of th7 noble deeds ;
Tell her, thoa mad'st awa7 her uncle Clarence,
Her ancle Rivers ; a7, and, for her sake,
Mad'st quick con vcTance with her good aunt Anne.

K. Rich, You mock me, madam ; this is not the
wa7
To win 7our daughter.

Q, Eliz, There is no other wa7 ;

Unless thoa ooaldst pat on some other shape.
And not be Richard that hath done all this.

K. Rich, t>a7, that I did all this for love of her ?

Q, EUz, Na7, then indeed, she cannot choose
but hate thee,
Havinff bought love with such a b1ood7 spoil.

K, Rich, Look, what is done cannot be now
amended ;
Men shall deal nnadvisedl7 sometimes,
Which after-hours give leisure to repent.
If 1 did take the kingdom from 7our sons.
To make amends, 1*11 give it to 7our daughter.
If I have killed the issue of 7oar womb.
To qaicken 7our increase, I will beget
Mine issue of your blood upon 7oar daagbter.
A grandam*s name is little less in love
Than is the doting title of a mother ;
They are as children but one step below.
Even of your mettle, of your very blood ;
Of all one iMiin,— save for a night of groans
Endur'd or her, for whom you bid like sorrow.
Your children were vexation to your youth.
But mine sliall be a comfort to your age.
The lots you have is but a >on being king.
And. by that loss, your daughter b made qnaen.
I uuinot make 70a what amends I would,
rherefore accept saoh kindness as I can.



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Dorset, year son, that, with a fearftd soul,
Leads discontented steps in foreign soil,
This fair alliance quickl7 shall call home
To hi^h promotions and great dignit7 :
The king, that calls your beauteous daughter wife,
Faniiliarl7 shall call thy Dorset brother ;
Again shall you be mother to a king.
And all the ruins of distressful times
Repaired with double riches of content.
What I we have many goodly days to see:
The liquid dro|)B of tears that you have shed
Shall come again, transformed to orient pearl;
Advantaging their loan, with interest
Of ten-times doable gain of happiness.
Go then, my mother, to thy daughter go ;
Make bold her bashful years with your experieooe;
Prepare her ears to hear a wooer^ tale ;
Put in her tender heart the aspiring flame
Of golden sovVeignty ; acquaint the princess
With the sweet sUent hours of marriage joys :
And when this arm of mine hath chastised
The petty rebel, dull-brain'd Backineham,
Bound with triumphant garlands will I come,
And lead thy daughter to a conqueror's bed;
To whom I will retail my conquest won.
And she shall be sole victress, Cssar's Csesar.
Q, EUz, What were I best to say ? her &ther'k
brother
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.
That God, the Uw, my honour, and her love.
Can make seem pleasing to her tender years r
K, Rich, Infer fair England's peace by this

alliance.
Q, EUz, Which she shall purchase with still

lasting war.
JT. Rich, Tell her, the king, that may command,

entreats.
Q, EUz, That at her hands which the king's

Ring forbids.
K, Rich, Say, she shall be a high and mighty

queen.
Q, EUz. To wail the title, as her mother doth.
K, Rick, Say, I will love her everlastiigly.
Q. Eliz, But how long shall that title, ever, last?
K, Rich, Sweetly in force unto her fair life's end.
Q, EUz, But how long fiurly shall her sweet life

last?
K, Rich. As long as Heaven, and natare,

lengthens it.
Q, Eliz. As lon^ as hell, and Richard, likes of it
K, Rich, Say, I, her sovereign, am her subject

low.
Q. EUz, But she, your subject, loathes sacb

sov'reignty,
K. Rich, Be eloquent in my behalf to her.
Q, EUz, An honest tale speeds best, being

plainly told.
K, Rich, Then, plainly to her tell my loving tale.
C. EUz, Plain, and not honest, is too harsh a style.
K, Rich, Your reasons are too shallow and too

quick.
Q, Eliz. O. no, my reasons are too deep and dead;
Too deep ana dead, poor infants, in their graves.
K. Rich, Harp not on that string, madam ; that

is past.
Q. EUz. Harp on it still shall I, tiU heartstrings

break.
K, Rich. Now, by my George, m7 garter, and

m7 crown, —
Q, Eliz, Profan'd, dishonoor'd, and the third

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K. JHch. 1 swear.

Q, EUa, By nothing : tor this is no oath.

Thy George, profan d, hath lost his lordly honour ;
Thy garter, blemished, pawned his knightly virtue ;
Thy crown, usurped, oisgrac'd his kingly glory :
If something thon woulost swear to be believ'd,
Swear then by something that thou hast not
wrong'd.

K, Bieh. Then, by myself,—

0. Eliz, Thvself is self-misused.

K. Rich. Now, by the world,—

Q, Eliz, Tis full of thy foul wrongs.

K. Rich, My fiUher's death,—

Q. EUz. Thy life hath it dishonoured.

A. Rich, Why then, by Heaven,—

Q, Ebx, Heaven's wrong is most of alL

H thou didst fear to break an oath with Uim,
The unity the king my husband made
Thou hadst not broken, nor my brothers died.
If thou hadst fear'd to oreak an oath by Uim,
The imperial metal, cirdine now thy head.
Had mc*d the tender temples of my child ;
And both the princes had been breathing here,
'Which now, two tender bedfellows for dust.
Thy broken faith hath made the prey for worms.
Wnat canst thou swear by now ?

E. Rich, The time to come.

Q, EUx. That thou bast wrong^ in the time
overpast;
For I myself have many tears to wash
Hereafter time, for time past, wronged by thee.
The children live whose fathers thou hast slftugh-

ter'd,
UngoTem'd youth, to wail it in their age;
The parents 1 1 ve whose children thou hast butcher'd.
Old Darren plants to wail it with their age.
Swear not by time to come; for that thou hast
Misused ere used, by times ill-used overpast

iC. Rich, As 1 intend to prosper, and repent,
So thrive I in my dangerous affairs
Of hostile arms ! myself myself confound I
Heaven and fortune bar me happy hours I
Day, yield me not thy light, nor night, thy rest I
Be opposite all planets or good luck
To my proceeding! if, with dear heart's love.
Immaculate devotion, holy thoughts,
I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter I
In her consists my happiness, and thine ;
Without her, follows to myself^and thee.
Herself, the land, and many a Uhristian soul,
Death, desolation, ruin, ana decay :
It cannot be avoided but by this ;
It will not be avoided but by this.
Therefore, dear mother (1 must call yon so).
Be the attorney of my love to her.
Plead what I will be, not what I have been;
Not my deserts, but what I will deserve :
Urge the necessity and state of times.
And be not peevish found in great designs.

a Eba, Shall 1 be temnted of the devil thus ?

K, Rich, Ay, if the devU tempt thee to do good.

Q. EUu Shall I forget myself, to be myself?

A. Rich. Ay, if yourself^ remembrance wrong
yourself.

Q, EU». Yet, thou didst kill my children.

K* Rich, But in your daughter's womb I bury
them:
Where, in that nest of spicery, they will breed
Selves of themselves, to your recomforture.

Q, Eiiau Shall I go win my daughter to thy willf

A. Rich And be a happy mother by the deed

Q. Elm, I go.— Write to me very shortly.
And joa shall understand from me her mind.



K, Rich, Bear her my true love's kiss, and so
farewell. [Atsnn^ her. Exit Q. Elul
Relenting fooL and shallow changing woman 1
How now ? what news ?

iSn^ Ratcliff; Catesby JbUowing,

Rat Most mighty sovereign, on the weateni
coast
Rideth a puissant navy : to our shores
Throng many doubtful hollow-hearted friendSt
Unarm 'd, and nnresolv'd to beat them back:
Tis thought that Richmond is their admiral)
And there they hull, expecting but the aid
Of Buckingham to welcome them ashore.
E. Rich, Some light-foot friend post to th^ Duk*
of Norfolk:—
Ratdifi^ thyself,— or Catesby; where is ha?
Cote. Here, my good lord.
E, Rich. Catesby, fly to the duke

CaU. I will, my lord, with all convenient hastCi
E, Rich. Ratdiff, come hither: Post to Salia
bury;
When thou oom*st thither,— Dull unmindful
villain, (7b Catesby.

Why stay'st thou hereL and go'st not to the duke?
(Jate, First, mighty liege, tell me your highness'
pleasure,
What from your grace I shall deliver to him.
JT. Rich, O, true, good Catesby >— Bid him levy
straight
The greatest sU'ength and power that he can make.
And meet me suddenly at Salisbury.

Catt, I go. [EaaL

Rat, What, may it please you, shall I do at

Salisbury?
E, Rich. Why, what wouldst thou do there,

before 1 go ?
Rat, Your highness told me I should post before.

Enter Stanley.

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

news with you ?
Stan, None good, my liege, to please yon with
the hearing ;
Nor none so bad but well may be reported.
E, Rich, Heyday, a riddle I neither good nor
badi
What needV^t thou run so many miles about.
When thou mayst tell thy tale the nearest way?
Once more, what news ?
JStan, Richmond is on the seas.

E, Rich. There let him sink, and be the seas oi
him!
White-liver'd runagate, what doth he there?
St(m: I know not, mighty sovereign, but by

guess.
E.Rich. Well, as you guess?
Btan, Stirr'd up by Dorset, Buckingham, and
Morton,
He makes for Enghmd^ here to claim the crown.
E, Rich, Is the chair empty? Is the sword
unswav'd ? .
Is the king dead? the empire unpossess'd?
What heir of York is there alive but we?
And who is England's kmg but great York^ heir 7
Then, tell me, what makes he upon the seas?
Stan. Unless for that, my liege, I cannot guess.
E. Rich. Unless for that he oomes to be youi
liege,
You cannot guess wherefore the Welshman comes
Thou wilt revolt, and fly to him, I fear.
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K. Bick, Where is thy power then, to beat him
back?

Wnere 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. [north,

K, Rick, Cold friends to me : What do they in the
When they should serve their sovereign in the west?
Statu They have not been commanded, mighty
king:
Pleaseth your miyesty to give me leave,
111 muster up my friends, and meet your grace,



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