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K. Rich. 'Faith none, but Humphrey Hour, | My babes were destined to a fairer death, that called your grace
If grace had blessed thee with a fairer life. To breakfast once, forth of my company.
K. Rich. You speak as if that I had slain any If I be so disgracious in your sight,
cousins. Let me march on and not offend you, madam.- i Q. Eliz. Cousins indeed ; and by their uncle Strike up the drum.
cozened Duch. I pr’y thee hear me speak. Of comfort, kingdom, kindred, freedom, life. K. Rich. You speak too bitterly.
Whose hands soever lanced their tender hearts, Duch. Hear me a word;
Thy head all indirectly gave direction : For I shall never speak to thee again,
No doubt the murderous knife was dull and blunt, K. Rich. So.
Till it was whetted on thy stone-hard heart, Duch. Either thou wilt die by God's just or To revel in the entrails of my lambs. dinance,
But that still use of grief makes wild grief tame, Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror; My tongue should to thy ears not name my boy's Or 1 with grief and extreme age shall perish, Till that my nails were anchored in thine eyes; And never look upon thy face again.
And I, in such a desperate bay of death, Therefore take with thee my most heavy curse; Like a poor bark of sails and tackling reft, Which in the day of battle tire thee more
Rush all to pieces on thy rocky bosom. Than all the complete armour that thou wear'st! K. Rich. Madam, so thrive I in my enterprise My prayers on the adverse party fight:
And dangerous success of bloody wars, And there the little souls of Edward's children As I intend more good to you and yours Whisper the spirits of thine enemies,
Than ever you or yours by me were harmed! And promise them success and victory.
Q. Eliz. What good is covered with the face Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end :
of heaven, Shame serves thy life, and doth thy death attend. To be discovered, that can do me good ?
[Exit. K. Rich. The advancement of your children, Q. Eliz. Though far more cause, yet much
gentle lady. less spirit to curse
Q. Eliz. Up to some scaffold, there to lose Abides in me: I say anien to her. [Going.
their heads? K. Rich. Stay, madam, I must speak a word K.Rich. No, to the dignity and height of fortune; with you.
The high imperial type of this eartlı's glory. Q. Eliz. I have no more sons of the royal blood Q. Eliz. Flatter my sorrows with report of it: For thee to murder: for my daughters, Richard, Tell me what state, what dignity, what honour, They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens: Canst tliou demise to any child of mine? And therefore level not to hit their lives.
K. Rich. Even all I have; ay, and myselfandall, K. Rich. You have a daughter called Elizabeth, Will I withal endow a child of thine; Virtuous and fair, royal and gracious.
So in the Lethe of thy angry soul Q. Eliz. And must she die for this? O let her Thou drown the sad remembrance of those wrongs live,
Which thou supposest I have done to thee. And I'll corrupt her manners, stain her beauty; Q. Eliz. Be brief, lest that the process of thy Slander myself as false to Edward's bed;
kindness Throw over her the veil of infamy.
Last longer telling than thy kindness' date. So she may live unscarred of bleeding slaughter, K. Rich. Then know that from my soul I love I will confess she was not Edward's daughter.
thy daughter. K. Rich. Wrong not her birth; she is of royal Q. Eliz. My daughter's mother thinks it with blood.
her soul. Q. Eliz. To save her life, I 'll say she is not so. K. Rich. What do you think? K. Rich. Her life is safest only in her birth. Q. Eliz. That thou dost love my daughter from Q. Eliz. And only in that safety died her
thy soul :
So from thy soul's love didst thou love her brothers; K. Rich. Lo at their births good stars were | And from my heart's love I do thank thee for it. opposite.
K. Rich. Be not so hasty to confound my Q. Eliz. No, to their lives bad friends were
I mean that with my soul I love thy daughter, K. Rich. All unavoided is the doom of destiny. And do intend to make her queen of England. Q. Eliz. True, when avoided grace makes 1 Q. Eliz. Well then, wno dost thou mean shall destiny,
be her king ?
K. Rich. Even he that makes her queen : who | Leads discontented steps in foreign soil, else should be ?
This fair alliance quickly shall call home Q. Eliz. What, thou?
To high promotions and great dignity: K. Rich. I; even I : what think you of The king that calls your beauteous daughter wife, it, madam?
Familiarly shall call thy Dorset brother :
Again shall you be mother to a king,
What! we have many goodly days to see :
Advantaging their loan with interest A pair of bleeding hearts; thereon engrave Of ten-times-double gain of happiness. “Edward and York:" then haply will she weep: Go then, my mother, to thy daughter go; Therefore present to her (as sometime Margaret Make bold her bashful years with your experience; Did to thy father, steeped in Rutland's blood) Prepare her ears to hear a wooer's tale; A handkerchief; which, say to her, did drain Put in her tender heart the aspiring flame The purple sap from her sweet brother's body; Of golden soy'reignty; acquaint the princess And bid her wipe her weeping eyes withal. With the sweet silent hours of marriage joys: If this inducement move her not to love,
And when this arm of mine hath chastised Send her a letter of thy noble deeds:
The petty rebel, dull-brained Buckingham, Tell her thou mad'st away her uncle Clarence, Bound with triumphant garlands will I come, Her uncle Rivers; ay, and for her sake
And lead thy daughter to a conqueror's bed: Mad'st quick conveyance with her good aunt | To whom I will retail my conquest won, Anne.
And she shall be sole victress; Cæsar's Cæsar. K. Rich. You mock me, madam . this is not Q. Eliz. What were I best to say ? her father's the way
brother To win your daughter.
Would be her lord: or shall I say her uncle : Q. Eliz. There is no other way; Or he that slew her brothers and her uncles? Unless thou couldst put on some other shape, Under what title shall I woo for thee, And not be Richard that hath done all this. That God, the law, my honour, and her love,
K. Rich. Say that I did all this for love of her? Can make seem pleasing to her tender years ? Q. Elix. Nay, then indeed she cannot choose | K. Rich. Infer fair England's peace by this but hate thee,
alliance. Having bought love with such a bloody spoil. Q. Eliz. Which she shall purchase with stillK. Rich. Look, what is done cannot be now
lasting war. amended:
K. Rich. Tell her the king, that may comMen shall deal unadvisedly sometimes,
mand, entreats ;Which after-hours give leisure to repent.
Q. Eliz. That at her lands which the king's If I did take the kingdom from your sons,
King forbids. To make amends I 'll give it to your daughter. K. Rich. Say she shall be a high and mighty If I have killed the issue of your womb,
queen. To quicken your increase I will beget
Q. Eliz. To wail the title, as her mother doth Mine issue of your blood upon your daughter. K. Rich. Say I will love her everlastingly. A grandam's name is little less in love
Q. Eliz. But how long shall that title "ever" Than is the doting title of a mother :
last? They are as children but one step below;
K. Rich. Sweetly in force unto her fair life'send. Even of your mettle, of your very blood :
Q. Eliz. But how long fairly shall her sweet Of all one pain, save for a night of groans
life last? Endured of her for whom you bid like sorrow. K. Rich. As long as heaven and nature lengthYour children were vexation to your youth,
ens it. But mine shall be a comfort to your age.
Q. Eliz. As long as hell and Richard likes of it. The loss you have is but a son being king, K. Rich. Say I, her sovereign, am her subject And by that loss your daughter is made queen.
low. I cannot make you what amends I would,
Q. Eliz. But she, your subject, loatlıs such Therefore accept such kindness as I can.
sov'reignty. Dorset your son, that with a fearful soul
K. Rich. Be eloquent in my behalf to her
Q. Eliz. An honest tale speeds best being | Swear not by time to come; for that thou hast plainly told.
Misused ere used, by times ill-used o'erpast. K. Rich. Then in plain terms tell her my lor- K. Rich. As I intend to prosper and repent: ing tale.
So thrive I in my dangerous attempt . Q. Elix. Plain and not honest is too harsh a Of hostile arms: myself myself confound: style.
Heaven and fortune bar me happy hours : K. Rich. Your reasons are too shallow and too | Day yield me not thy light, nor night thy rest: quick.
Be opposite all planets of good luck Q. Eliz. O no, my reasons are too deep and To my proceeding, --if with pure heart's lore,
Immaculate devotion, holy thoughts, Too deep and dead, poor infants, in their graves. I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter. K. Rich. Harp not on that string, madam : In her consists my happiness and thine: that is past.
Without her, follows to myself and thee, Q. Eliz. Harp on it still shall I till heartstrings Herself, the land, and many a christian soul, break.
Death, desolation, ruin, and decay. K. Rich. Now by my George, my garter, and It cannot be avoided but by this : my crown,
It will not be avoided but by this. Q. Eliz. Profaned, dishonoured, and the third Therefore, dear mother (I must call you so), usurped.
Be the attorney of my love to her. K. Rich. I swear,
Plead what I will be, not what I have been : Q. Eliz. By nothing: for this is no oath. Not my deserts, but what I will deserve. Thy George, profaned, hath lost his holy honour; Urge the necessity and state of times, Thy garter, blemished, pawned his knightly
And be not peevish found in great designs. virtue;
Q. Eliz. Shall I be tempted of the devil thus? Thy crown, usurped, disgraced his kingly glory. K. Rich. Ay, if the devil tempt thee to do good. If something thou wouldst swear to be believed, Q. Eliz. Shall I forget myself to be myself? Swear then by something that thou hast not
K. Rich. Ay, if your self's remembrance wrong wronged.
yourself. K. Rich, Now by the world,
Q. Eliz. But thou didst kill my children. Q. Eliz. 'Tis full of thy foul wrongs. 1 K. Rich. But in your daughter's womb I bury K. Rich. My father's death,
them; Q. Eliz, Thy life hath that dishonoured. Where in that nest of spicery they shall breed K. Rich. Then by myself,
Selves of themselves, to your recomforture. Q. Eliz. Thyself is self-misused.
Q. Eliz. Shall I go win my daughter to thy K. Rich. Why then, by God,
will ? Q. Eliz. God's wrong is most of all.
K. Rich. And be a happy mother by the deed. If thou hadst feared to break an oath by Him, Q. Eliz. I go.— Write to me very shortly, The imity the king thy brother made
And you shall understand from me her mind. Had not been broken, nor my brother slain.
K. Rich. Bear her my true love's kiss, and so If thou hadst feared to break an oath by Him,
farewell. The imperial metal circling now thy head
[Kissing her.-Exit Queen Elizabeth. Had graced the tender temples of my child; Relenting fool, and shallow changing woman! And both the princes had been breathing here, How now : what news? Which now, two tender bedfellows for dust, Thy broken faith hath made a prey for worms.
Enter Ratcliff; Catesby following. What canst thou swear by now?
Rat. Most mighty sovereign, on the western . K. Rich. By the time to come.
coast Q. Eliz. That thou hast wronged in the time Rideth a puissant navy ; to the shore o'erpast;
Throng many doubtful hollow-hearted friends, For I myself have many tears to wash
Unarmed, and unresolved to beat them back. Ilereafter time, for time past wronged by thee. 'Tis thought that Richmond is their admiral : The children live whose parents thou hast slaugh- | And there they hull, expecting but the aid tered ;
Of Buckingham to welcome them ashore. Ungoverned youth, to wail it in their age: K. Rich. Some lightfoot friend post to the The parents live whose children thou hast 1 Duke of Norfolk : butchered;
Ratcliff, thyself,—or Catesby; where is he? Old barren plants, to wail it with their age. Cate. Here, my good lord.
K. Rich. Catesby, fly to the duke. K. Rich. Where is thy power, then, to beat Cate. I will, my lord, with all convenient
him back? haste.
Where be thy tenants and thy followers ? K. Rich. Ratcliff, come hither: post to Salis Are they not now upon the western shore, bury :
Safe-conducting the rebels from their ships? When thou com'st thither,- Dull unmindful vil Stan. No, my good lord, my friends are in the lain, [To CatesbY.
north. Why stay'st thou here, and go'st not to the duke? K. Rich. Cold friends to me! What do they Cate. First, mighty liege, tell me your high
in the north, ness' pleasure,
When they should serve their sovereign in the What from your grace I shall deliver to him.
west? K. Rich. O true, good Catesby :-bid him | Stan. They have not been commanded, mighty levy straight
king: The greatest strength and power he can make, Pleaseth your majesty to give me loave, And meet me suddenly at Salisbury.
I 'll muster up my friends, and meet your grace Cute. I go.
[Exit. Where and what time your majesty shall please. Rat. What, may it please you, shall I do at K. Rich. Ay, ay, thou wouldst be gone to Salisbury?
join with Richmond : K. Rich. Why, what wouldst thou do there I will not trust you, sir. before I go?
Stan. Most mighty sovereign, Rat. Your highness told me I should post be- | You have no cause to hold my friendship doubtfore.
I never was nor never will be false.
K. Rich. Well, go muster men. But hear you, K, Rich. My mind is changed.--Stanley,
leave behind what news with you?
Your son, George Stanley: look your heart be Slan. None good, my liege, to please you
firm, with the hearing;
Or else his head's assurance is but frail. Nor none so bad but well may be reported.
Stan. So deal with him as I prove true to you. K. Rich. Heyday, a riddle: neither good nor
[Exit STANLEY. bad! What need'st thou run so many miles about,
Enter a Messenger. When thou mayst tell thy tale the nearest way? Mess. My gracious sovereign, now in DevorOnce more, what news?
shire, Stan. Richmond is on the seas.
As I by friends am well advertised, K. Rich. There let him sink, and be the seas Sir Edward Courtney, and the haughty prelate on him!
Bishop of Exeter, his elder brother, White-livered runagate, what doth he there? With many more confederates, are in arms. Stan. I know not, mighty sovereign, but by
Enter another Messenger. guess. K. Rich. Well, as you guess ?
2nd Mess. In Kent, my liege, the Guilfords Stan. Stirred up by Dorset, Buckingham, and
are in arms; Morton,
And every hour more competitors He makes for England, here to claim the crown. | Flock to the rebels, and their power grows strong. K. Rich. Is the chair empty; is the sword unswayed;
Enter another Messenger. Is the king dead; the empire unpossessed ? 3rd Mess. My lord, the army of great Buch. What heir of York is there alive but we?
ingham,And who is England's king but great York's heir ? | K. Rich. Out on ye, owls! nothing but songs Then tell me what makes he upon the seas ? !
of death ?
[He strikes him. Stan. Unless for that, my liege, I cannot guess. There, take thou that, till thou bring better news. K.Rich. Unless for that he comes to be your 3rd Mess. The news I have to tell your maliege,
jesty You cannot guess wherefore the Welshman comes. Is that, by sudden floods and fall of waters, Thou wilt revolt and fly to him, I fear,
Buckingham's army is dispersed and scattered ; Stan. No, inighty liege; therefore mistrust And he himself wandered away alone, me not.
No man knows whither.
K. 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.
K. Rich. I cry you mercy: There is my purse to cure that blow of thine. Hath any well-adviséd friend proclaimed Reward to him that brings the traitor in ? 3rd Moss. Such proclamation hath been made,
Enter another Messenger. 4th Mess, Sir Thomas Lovel and Lord Marquis
Dorset, 'T is said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms. But this good comfort bring I to your high
ness, The Bretagne navy is dispersed 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 answered him, they came from Bucking
ham Upon his party: he, mistrusting them, Hois'd sail and made his course again for Bre
tagne. K. Rich. March on, march on, since we are
up in arms:
taken : That is the best news. That the Earl of Rich
mond Is with a mighty power landed at Milford Is colder news, but yet they must be told.
SCENE V.-A Room in LORD STANLEY'S FIouse. Enter STANLEY and SIR CHRISTOPHER URSWICK. Stan. Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this from
Chris. Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned soldier;
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.