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Q. Eliz. O, no, my reasons are too deep and dead; Too deep and dead, poor infants, in their graves. K. Rich. Harp not on that string, madam; that is past.
Q. Eliz. Harp on it still shall I, till heart strings break.
K. Rich. Now, by my George, my garter, and my crown, Q. Eliz. Profan'd, dishonour'd, and the third usurp'd.
K. Rich. I swear. Q. Eliz. By nothing for this is no oath. Thy George, profan'd, hath lost his holy honour; Thy garter, blemish'd, pawn'd his knightly virtue; Thy crown, usurp'd, disgrac'd his kingly glory: If something thou would'st swear to be believ'd, Swear then by something that thou hast not wrong'd. K. Rich. Now by the world, Q. Eliz.
'Tis full of thy foul wrongs.
K. Rich. My father's death,
K. Rich. Then, by myself,
Thyself is self-mis-us'd. |
K. Rich. Why then, by God, Q. Eliz. God's wrong is most of all. If thou had'st fear'd to break an oath by him, The unity, the king thy brother made, Had not been broken, nor my brother slain. If thou had'st fear'd to break an oath by him, The imperial metal, circling now thy head, Had grac'd the tender temples of my child; And both the princes had been breathing here, Which now, two tender bed-fellows for dust, Thy broken faith hath made a prey for worms. What canst thou swear by now?
Thy life hath that dishonour'd.
By the time to come. Q. Eliz. That thou hast wronged in the time o'erpast;
K. Rich. Ay, if your self s remembrance wrong yourself.
Q. Eliz. But thou didst kill my children. K. Rich. But in your daughter's womb I bury them :
For I myself have many tears to wash
K. Rich. As I intend to prosper, and repent!
I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter!
Q. Eliz. Shall I be tempted of the devil thus?
Where, in that nest of spicery, they shall breed
Q. Eliz. Shall I go win my daughter to thy will?
[Kissing her. Exit Q. ELIZABETH. Relenting fool, and shallow changing. woman! How now? what news?
Enter RATCLIFF; CATESBY following.
Rat. Most mighty sovereign, on the western coast Rideth a puissant navy; to the shore Throng many doubtful hollow-hearted friends, Unarm'd, and unresolv'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.
K. Rich. Some light-foot friend post to the duke of Norfolk: Ratcliff, thyself, -or Catesby; where is he? Cate. Here, my good lord. K. Rich. Catesby, fly to the duke. Cate. I will, my lord, with all convenient haste. K. Rich. Ratcliff, come hither: Post to Salisbury; When thou com'st thither,-Dull unmindful villain, [To CATESBY. Why stay'st thou here, and go'st not to the duke? Cate. First, mighty liege, tell me your highness' pleasure,
What from your grace I shall deliver to him.
K. Rich. O, true, good Catesby;-Bid him levy straight
The greatest strength and power he can make, And meet me suddenly at Salisbury.
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;
He makes for England, here to claim the crown. K. Rich. Is the chair empty? Is the sword unsway'd?
Is the king dead? the empire unpossess'd?
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
There is my purse, to cure that blow of thine.
3 Mess. Such proclamation hath been made, m, liege.
Enter another Messenger.
4 Mess. Sir Thomas Lovel, and lord marquis Dorset,
'Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms.
If not to fight with foreign enemies,
Yet to beat down these rebels here at home.
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 reason here,
A royal battle might be won and lost :
That, in the sty of this most woody boar,
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 him ;
Tell him the queen hath heartily consented He shall espouse Elizabeth her daughter. These letters will resolve him of my mind. Farewell. [Gives papers to Sir CHRISTOPHER [Exeunt
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
Sher. No, my good lord: therefore be patient.
Holy king Henry, and thy fair son Edward,
Do through the clouds behold this present hour,
Buck. Why, then All-Souls' day is my body's
This is the day, which, in king Edward's time,
· Plain near Tamworth.
Enter, with drum and colours, RICHMOND, OXFORD, Sir JAMES BLUNT, Sir WALTER HERBERT, and others, with Forces, marching.
Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny,
In your embowell'd bosoms, this foul swin
Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn
Orf. Every man's conscience is a thousand swords,
[Soldiers begin to set up the KING's tent.
Let's want no discipline, make no delay;
Richm. Fellows in arms, and my most loving Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my standard.—
Give me some ink and paper in my tent; -
And part in just proportion our small power.
Richm. The weary sun hath made a golden set,
Blunt. Unless I have mista'en his colours much,
Richm. If without peril it be possible,
Sweet Blunt, make some good means to speak with him,
And give him from me this most needful note.
Nor. I warrant you, my lord.
K. Rich. Ratcliff, Rat. My lord? K. Rich. Send out a pursuivant at arms To Stanley's regiment: bid him bring his power Before sun-rising, lest his son George fall Into the blind cave of eternal light. Fill me a bowl of wine. - Give me a watch: [TO CATESBY. Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow. — Look that my staves be sound, and not too heavy. Ratcliff,
Rat. My lord?
K. Rich. Saw'st thou the melancholy lord Nor
Rat. Thomas the earl of Surrey, and himself, Much about cock-shut time, from troop to troop, Went through the army cheering up the soldiers. K. Rich. I am satisfied. Give me a bowl of wine :
I have not that alacrity of spirit,
Nor cheer of mind that I was wont to have.
So, set it down. Is ink and paper ready?
Stan. Fortune and victory set on thy helm ! Richm All comfort that the dark night can afford
Be to thy person, noble father-in-law !
Stan. I, by attorney, bless thee from thy mother,
Of bloody strokes, and mortal-staring war,
Farewell: The leisure and the fearful time
And ample interchange of sweet discourse,
- Be valiant, and speed well! Richm. Good lords, conduct him to his regiment: I'll strive, with troubled thoughts, to take a nap; Lest leaden slumber peise me down to-morrow, When I should mount with wings of victory: Once more, good night, kind lords and gentlemen. [Exeunt Lords, &c. with STANLEY. O Thou! whose captain I account myself, Look on my forces with a gracious eye; Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath, That they may crush down with a heavy fall The usurping helmets of our adversaries ! Make us thy ministers of chastisement, That we may praise thee in thy victory! To thee I do commend my watchful soul, Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes; Sleeping, and waking, O, defend me still! [Sleeps. The Ghost of PRINCE EDWARD, son to HENRY THE SIXTH, rises between the two tents.
The Ghost of CLARENCE rises.
Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow! [TO KING RICHARD. I, that was wash'd to death with fulsome wine, Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death! To-morrow in the battle think on me, And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair, and die! Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster, [To RICHMOND, The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee; Good angels guard thy battle! Live, and flourish ! The Ghosts of RIVERS, GREY, and VAUGHAN rise. Riv. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to morrow, [To KING RICHARD. Rivers, that died at Pomfret! Despair, and die! Grey. Think upon Grey, and let thy soul despair! [To KING RICHARD.
Vaugh. Think upon Vaughan; and, with guilty | O, no: alas, I rather hate myself,
For hateful deeds committed by myself.
Fool, of thyself speak well: - Fool, do not flatter.
Nay, wherefore should they? since that I myself
Let fall thy lance! Despair, and die!
The Ghosts of the two young Princes rise.
Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard,
Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy !
The Ghost of QUEEN ANNE rises.
Ghost. Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy wife,
That never slept a quiet hour with thee,
Dream of success and happy victory;
The Ghost of BUCKINGHAM rises.
Ghost. The first was I, that help'd thee to the [TO KING RICHARD. The last was I that felt thy tyranny: O, in the battle think on Buckingham, And die in terror of thy guiltiness! Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death; Fainting, despair; despairing, yield thy breath! I died for hope, ere I could lend thee aid: [TO RICHMOND. But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay'd : God, and good angels, fight on Richmond's side; And Richard falls in height of all his pride. [The Ghosts vanish. KING RICHARD starts out of his dream.
K. Rich. Give me another horse, bind up my
Rat. My lord,
K. Rich. Who's there?
Rat. Ratcliff, my lord; 'tis I. The early village cock
Hath twice done salutation to the morn;
K. Rich. O, Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fearful
[Exeunt KING RICHARD and RATCLIFF. RICHMOND wakes. Enter OXFORD and others. Lords. Good morrow, Richmond.
Richm. 'Cry mercy, lords, and watchful gentlemen,
Richm. The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding
That ever enter'd in a drowsy head,
Lords. Upon the stroke of four.
Richm. Why, then 'tis time to arm, and give di
One rais'd in blood, and one in blood establish'd;