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queen ?

Young York he is but boot 8, because both they Q. Eliz. Windy attornies to their client woes, Match not the high perfection of my loss.

Airy succeeders of intestate joys, Thy Clarence he is dead, that stabb'd my Edward; Poor breathing orators of miseries ! And the beholders of this tragick play,

Let them have scope: though what they do impart The adulterate Hastings, Rivers, Vaughan, Grey, Help nothing else, yet do they ease the heart. Untimely smother'd in their dusky graves.

Duch. If so, then be not tongue-ty'd : go with me, Richard yet lives, hell's black intelligencer; And in the breath of bitter words let's smother Only reserv'd their factor to buy souls,

My cruel son, that thy two sweet sons smother'd. And send them thither: But at hand, at hand,

(Drum within Ensues his piteous and unpitied end:

I hear his drum, — be copious in exclaims.
Earth gapes, hell burns, fiends roar, saints pray,
To have him suddenly convey'd from hence :

Enter King RICHARD, and his Train, marching. Cancel his bond of life, great God, I pray,

K. Rich. Who intercepts me in my expedition ? That I may live to say, The dog is dead !

Duch. O, she, that might have intercepted thee, Q. Eliz. O, thou didst prophesy the time would By strangling thee in her unhappy womb, come,

From all the slaughters, wretch, that thou hast done. That I should wish for thee to help me curse

Q. Eliz. Hid'st thou that forehead with a golden That bottled spider, that foul bunch-back'd toad.

crown, Q. Mar. I call'd thee then, vain flourish of my Where should be branded, if that right were right, fortune;

The slaughter of the prince that ow'd' that crown, I call'd thee then, poor shadow, painted queen; And the dire death of my poor sons and brothers? The presentation of but what I was,

Tell me, thou villain-slave, where are my children ? The flattering index of a direful pageant,

Duch. Thou toad, thou toad, where is thy brother One heav'd a high, to be hurl'd down below:

Clarence ?
A mother only mock'd with two fair babes; And little Ned Plantagenet, his son ? ·
A dream of what thou wast; a garish 9 flag,

Q. Elix. Where is the gentle Rivers, Vaughan, To be the aim of every dangerous shot ;

Grey ? A sign of dignity, a breath, a bubble ;

Duch. Where is kind Hastings? A queen in jest, only to fill the scene.

K. Rich. A flourish, trumpets ! - strike alarum, Where is thy husband now? where be thy brothers ?

drums ! Where be thy two sons? wherein dost thou joy? Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women Who sues, and kneels, and says — God save the Rail on the Lord's anointed : Strike, I say.

(Flourish Aarums. Where be the bending peers that flatter'd thee? Either be patient, and entreat me fair, Where be the thronging troops that follow'd thee? Or with the clamorous report of war Decline all this, and see what now thou art. Thus will I drown your exclamations. For happy wife, a most distressed widow;

Duch. Art thou my son? For joyful mother, one that wails the name ; K. Rich. Ay; I thank heaven, my father, and For one being sued to, one that humbly sues;

yourself. For queen, a very caitiff crown'd with care ; Duch. Then patiently hear my impatience. For one that scorn'd at me, now scorn'd of me; K. Rich. Madam, I have a touch of your conFor one being fear'd of all , now fearing one ;

For one commanding all, obey'd of none. That cannot brook the accent of reproof.
Thus hath the course of justice wheel'd about, Duch. O, let me speak.
And left thee but a very prey to time ;

K. Rich.

Do, then ; but I'll not hear. Having no more but thought of what thou wert, Duch. I will be mild and gentle in my words. To torture thee the more, being what thou art. K. Rich. And brief, good mother; for I am in Thou didst usurp my place; and dost thou not

haste. Usurp the just proportion of my sorrow?

Duch. Art thou so hasty ? I have staid for thee, Now thy proud neck bears half my burden'd yoke; Heaven knows, in torment and in agony, From which even here I slip my wearied head, K. Rich. And came I not at last to comfort you ? And leave the burden of it all on thee.

Duch. No, by the holy rood), thou know'st it well, Farewell, York's wife, — and queen of sad mis- Thou cam’st on earth to make the earth my hell. chance,

A grievous burden was thy birth to me; These English woes shall make me smile in France. Tetchy 4 and wayward was thy infancy;

Q. Eliz. O thou well skill'd in curses, stay a while, Thy school-days, frightful, desperate, wild, and And teach me how to curse mine enemies !

furious; Q. Mar. Forbear to sleep the night, and fast the Thy prime of manhood, daring, bold, and venturous; day;

Thy age confirm’d, proud, subtle, sly, and bloody, Compare dead happiness with living woe;

More mild, but yet more harmful, kind in hatred. Think that thy babes were fairer than they were, What comfortable hour canst thou name, And he that slew them, fouler than he is :

That ever grac'd me in thy company ? Bettering thy loss makes the bad-causer worse ; K. Rich. 'Faith none, but Humphrey Hour, that Revolving this will teach thee how to curse.

call’d your grace Q. Eliz. My words are dull, O, quicken them To breakfast once, forth of my company. with thine!

If I be so disgracious in your sight, Q. Mar. Thy woes will make them sharp, and Let me march on, and not offend you, madam.

pierce like mine. (Erit Q. MARGARET. Strike up the drum. Duch. Why should calamity be full of words ?

9 Disposition 8 Thrown into the bargain, 9 Flaring.

* Touchy, fretful.

1 Owned, 3 Cross.


I prythee, hear me speak. Q. Eliz. What good is cover'd with the face of K. Rich. You speak too bitterly.

heaven, Duch.

Hear me a word ; To be discover'd, that can do me good ? For I shall never speak to thee again.

K. Rich. The advancement of your children, gentle K. Rich. So.

lady. Duch. Either thou wilt die, by God's just ordi- Q. Eliz. Up to some scaffold, there to lose their nance,

heads? Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror;

K. Rich. No, to the dignity and height of fortune, Or I with grief and extreme age shall perish, The high imperial type of this earth's glory. And never look upon thy face again.

Q. Eliz. Flatter my sorrows with report of it; Therefore, take with thee my most heavy curse ; Tell me, what state, what dignity, what honour, Which, in the day of battle, tire thee more, Canst thou demise 7 to any child of mine? Than all the complete armour that thou wear'st! K. Rich. Even all I have ; ay, and myself and all, My prayers on the adverse party fight;

Will I withal endow a child of thine ; And there the little souls of Edward's children So in the Lethe of thy angry soul Whisper the spirits of thine enemies,

Thou drown the sad remembrance of those wrongs, And promise them success and victory.

Which thou supposest, I have done to thee. Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end;

Q. Eliz. Be brief, lest that the process of thy Shame serves thy life, and doth thy death attend.


(Exit. Last longer telling than thy kindness' date. Q. Eliz. Though far more cause, yet much less K. Rich. Then know, that from my soul I love spirit to curse

thy daughter. Abides in me; I say amen to her. [Going Q. Eliz. My daughter's mother thinks it with her K. Rich. Stay, madam, I must speak a word with

soul. you.

K. Rich. What do you think? Q. Eliz. I have no more sons of the royal blood, Q. Eliz. That thou dost love my daughter from For thee to inurder: for my daughters, Richard,

thy soul. They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens; So, from thy soul's love, didst thou love her brothers, And therefore level not to hit their lives.

And, from my heart's love, I do thank thee for it. K. Rich. You have a daughter callid — Elizabeth, K. Rich. Be not so hasty to confound my meaning: Virtuous and fair, royal and gracious.

I mean, that with my soul I love thy daughter, Q. Eliz. And must she die for this? O, let her live, And do intend to make her queen of England. And I'll corrupt her manners, stain her beauty; Q. Eliz. Well then, who dost thou mean shall be Slander myself, as false to Edward's bed;

her king ? Throw over her the veil of infamy :

K. Rich. Even he, that makes her queen : Who So she may live unscarr'd of bleeding slaughter,

else should be? I will confess she was not Edward's daughter. Q. Eliz. What, thou ? K.Rich. Wrong not her birth, she is of royal blood.

K. Rich.

Even so: What think you Q. Eliz. To save her life, I'll say she is

of it, madam ?

Q. Eliz. How canst thou woo her? K. Rich. Her life is safest only in her birth. K. Rich.

That I would learn of you, Q. Eliz. And only in that safety died her brothers. As one being best acquainted with her humour. K. Rich. Lo, at their births, good stars were Q. Eliz. And wilt thou learn of me? opposite.

K. Rich.

Madam, with all my heart. Q. Eliz. No, to their lives bad friends were con- Q. Eliz. Send to her, by the man that slew her trary.

brothers, K. Rich. All unavoided 5 is the doom of destiny. | A pair of bleeding hearts; thereon engrave, Q. Eliz. True, when avoided grace makes destiny: Edward, and York; then, haply 8, will she weep: My babes were destin'd to a fairer death,

Therefore present to her, - as sometime Margaret If grace had bless'd thee with a fairer life.

Did to thy father, steep'd in Rutland's blood, K. Rich. You speak, as if that I had slain my A handkerchief ; which, say to her, did drain cousins.

The purple sap from her sweet brother's body, Q. Eliz. Cousins, indeed; and by their uncle cozen'd And bid her wipe her weeping eyes withal. Of comfort, kingdom, kindred, freedom, life. If this inducement move her not to love, Whose hands soever lanc'd their tender hearts, Send her a letter of thy noble deeds ; Thy head, all indirectly, gave direction :

Tell her, thou mad'st away her uncle Clarence, No doubt the murderous knife was dull and blunt, Her uncle Rivers; ay, and for her sake, Till it was whetted on thy stone-hard heart, Mad'st quick conveyance with her good aunt Anne. To revel in the entrails of my lambs.

K. Rich. You mock me, madam; this is not the way But that still 6 use of grief makes wild grief tame, To win your daughter. My tongue should to thy ears not name my boys,

Q. Eliz.

There is no other way; Till that my nails were anchor'd in thine eyes ; Unless thou couldst put on some other shape, And I, in such a desperate bay of death,

And not be Richard that hath done all this. Like a poor bark, of sails and tackling reft,

K. Rich. Say, that I did all this for love of her ? Rush all to pieces on thy rocky bosom.

Q. Eliz. Nay, then indeed, she cannot choose but K. Rich. Madam, so thrive I in my enterprize,

have thee, And dangerous success of bloody wars,

Having bought love with such a bloody spoil. As I intend more good to you and yours,

K. Rich. Look, what is done cannot be now Than ever you or yours by me were harm'd !

amended; 5 Unavoidable.

6 Constant
7 Bequeath.

8 Perhaps.

not so,


Nen shall deal unadvisedly sometimes,

Q. Eliz. Plain, and not honest, is too harsh a style. Which after-hours give leisure to repent.

K. Rich. Your reasons are too shallow, and too If I did take the kingdom from your sons,

quick. To make amends, I'll give it to your daughter. Q. Elix. 0, no, my reasons are too deep and A grandam's name is little less in love, Than is the doting title of a mother!

Too deep and dead, poor infants, in their graves. They are as children, but one step below.

K. Rich. Harp not on that string, madam, that is Your children were vexation to your youth,

past. But mine shall be a comfort to your age.

Q. Eliz. Harp on it still shall I, till heart-strings The loss you have, is but — a son being king,

break. And, by that loss, your daughter is made queen. K. Rich. Now, by my George, my garter', and I cannot make you what amends I would,

my crown, Therefore accept such kindness as I can.

Q. Eliz. Profan'd, dishonour'd, and the third Dorset, your son, that, with a fearful soul,

usurp'd. Leads discontented steps in foreign soil,

K. Rich. I swear. This fair alliance quickly shall call home

Q. Eliz. By nothing; for this is no oath. To high promotions and great dignity:

Thy George, profan'd, hath lost his holy honour; The king, that calls your beauteous daughter — wife, Thy garter, blemish'd, pawn'd his knightly virtue; Familiarly shall call thy Dorset — brother ; Thy crown, usurp'd, disgrac'd his kingly glory: Again shall you be mother to a king,

If something thou wouldst swear to be believ'd, And all the ruins of distressful times

Swear then by something that thou hast not wrong'do Repair'd with double riches of content.

K. Rich. Now, by the world, What! we have many goodly days to see :

Q. Eliz.

"Tis full of thy foul wrongs. The liquid drops of tears that you have shed, K. Rich. My father's death, Shall come again, transform’d to orient pearl ; Q. Elix.

Thy life hath that dishonour'd. Advantaging their loan, with interest

K. Rich. Then, by myself, Of ten-times double gain of happiness.

Q. Eliz.

Thyself is self-misus'd. Go then, my mother, to thy daughter go;

K. Rich. Why then, by God, – Make bold her bashful years with your experience: Q. Eliz.

God's wrong is most of all, Prepare her ears to hear a wooer's tale :

If thou hadst fear'd to break an oath by him, Put in her tender heart the aspiring flame

The unity, the king thy brother made, Of golden sovereignty; acquaint the princess Had not been broken, nor my brother slain ; That, when this arm of mine hath chastised If thou hadst fear'd to break an oath by him, The petty rebel, dull-brain'd Buckingham,

The imperial metal, circling now thy head, Bound with triumphant garlands will I come, Had grac'd the tender temples of my child ; And lead thy daughter to a conqueror's bed! And both the princes had been breathing here, To whom I will retail my conquest won,

Which now, two tender bed-fellows for dust, And she shall be sole vict'ress, Cæsar's Cæsar. Thy broken faith hath made a prey for worms. Q. Eliz. What were I best to say ? her father's What canst thou swear by now? brother

K. Rich.

By the time to come. Would be her lord ? Or shall I say, her uncle? Q. Eliz. That thou hast wrong'd in the time o'er. Or, he that slew her brothers and her uncles ?

past; Under what title shall I woo for thee,

For I myself have many tears to wash
That God, the law, my honour, and her love, Hereafter time, for time past, wrong'd by thee.
Can make seem pleasing to her tender years ? The children live, whose parents thou hast slaughter'd,

K. Rich. Infer fair England's peace by this alliance. Ungovern d youth, to wail it in their age:
Q. Eliz. Which she shall purchase with still lasting The parents live, whose children thou hast butcher'd,

Old barren plants, to wail it in their age :
K. Rich. Tell her, the king, that may command, Swear not by time to come ; for that thou hast

Misus'd, ere us’d, by times ill-us'd o'er-past. Q. Eliz. That at her hands, which the king's King K. Rich. As I intend to prosper, and repent, forbids. 9

So thrive I in my dangerous attempt K. Rich. Say, she shall be a high and mighty queen. Of hostile arms! myself myself confound! Q. Eliz. To wail the title, as her mother doth. Heaven, and fortune, bar me happy hours ! K. Rich. Say, I will love her everlastingly. Day yield me not thy light; nor, night, thy rest! Q. Eliz. But how long shall that title, ever, last? Be opposite all planets of good luck K. Rich. Sweetly in force unto her fair life's end. To my proceeding, if, with pure heart's love, Q. Eliz. But how long fairly shall her sweet life Immaculate devotion, holy thoughts, last?

I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter ! K. Rich. As long as heaven, and nature, lengthensit. In her consists my happiness, and thine; Q. Eliz. As long as hell, and Richard, likes of it. Without her, follows to myself, and thee, K. Rich. Say, I, her sovereign, am her subject low. Herself, the land, and many a christian soul, Q. Elis. But she, your subject, loathes such sove- Death, desolation, ruin, and decay : reignty

It cannot be avoided, but by this ; K. Rich. Be eloquent, in my behalf, to her. It will not be avoided, but by this. Q. Eliz. An honest tale speeds best, being plainly Therefore, dear mother, (I must call you so,) told.

Be the attorney of my love to her. K. Rich. Then, in plain terms tell her my loving Plead what I will be, not what I have been ; tale.

Not my deserts, but what I will deserve: $ In the Levitical Law, chap. xviji. 14.

1 The ensigns of the Order of the Garter.



Urge the necessity and state of times,

Is the king dead ? the empire unpossess'd ?
And be not peevish found in great designs. What heir of York is there alive, but we?

Q. Eliz. Shall I be tempted of the devil thus? And who is England's king, but great York's heir ?
K. Rich. Ay, if the devil tempt thee to do good. Then, tell me, what makes he upon the seas?
Q. Eliz. Shall I forget myself to be myself? Stan. Unless for that, my liege, I cannot guess.
K. Rich. Ay, if yourself's remembrance wrong K. Rich. Unless for that he comes to be your liege,

You cannot guess wherefore the Welshman comes.
Q. Eliz. Shall I go win my daughter to thy will? | Thou wilt revolt, and fly to him, I fear.
K. Rich. And be a happy mother by the deed. Stan. No, mighty liege; therefore mistrust me not.

Q. Elix. I go. — Write to me very shortly, K. Rich. Where is thy power then, to beat hiin And you shall understand from me her mind.

back? K. Rich. Bear her my true love's kiss, and so Where be thy tenants, and thy followers ? farewell.

Are they not now upon the western shore, [Kissing her. Erit Q. ELIZABETH. Safe-conducting the rebels from their ships? Relenting fool, and shallow, changing – woman! Stan. No, my good lord, my friends are in the How now? what news?

north. Enter RATCLIFF; CATESBY following.

K. Rich. Cold friends to me: what do they in the

north, Rat. Most mighty sovereign, on the western coast When they should serve their sovereign in the west ? Rideth a puissant navy; to the shore

Stan. They have not been commanded, mighty Throng many doubtful hollow-hearted friends,

king : Unarm'd, and unresolv'd to beat them back : Pleaseth your majesty to give me leave, 'Tis thought that Richmond is their admiral;

I'll muster up my friends; and meet your grace, And there they hull, expecting but the aid

Where, and what time, your majesty shall please. Of Buckingham, to welcome them ashore.

K. Rich. Ay, ay, thou wouldst be one to join with K. Rich. Some light-foot friend post to the duke

Richmond : of Norfolk :

I will not trust you, sir. Ratcliff, thyself, -or Catesby; where is he?


Most mighty sovereign, Cate. Here, my good lord.

You have no cause to hold my friendship doubtful; K. Rich.

Catesby, fly to the duke. I never was, nor never will be false. Cale. I will, my lord, with all convenient haste.

K. Rich. Well, go, muster men. But, hear you, K. Rich. Ratcliff, come hither: Post to Salisbury;

leave behind When thou com'st thither,– Dull unmindful villain, Your son, George Stanley; look your heart be firm,

[To Catesby. | Or else his head's assurance is but frail. Why stay'st thou here, and go'st not to the duke?

Stan. So deal with him, as I prove true to you. Cate. First, mighty liege, tell me your highness'

[Exit STANLEY. pleasure,

Enter a Messenger. What from your grace I shall deliver to him.

Mess. My gracious sovereign, now in Devonshire, K. Rich. O, true, good Catesby; - Bid him levy

As I by friends am well advertised, straight

Sir Edward Courteney, and the haughty prelate, The greatest strength and power he can make,

Bishop of Exeter, his elder brother,
And meet me suddenly at Salisbury.
Cate. I go.

With many more confederates, are in arms.

[Erit. Rat. What, may it please you, shall I do at

Enter another Messenger.

2 Mess. In Kent, my liege, the Guildfords are in K. Rich. Why, what wouldst thou do there, before


And every hour more competitors S Rat. Your highness told me, I should post before. Flock to the rebels, and their power grows strong. Enter STANLEY.

Enter another Messenger. K. Rich. My mind is chang'd. Stanley, what 3 Mess. My lord, the army of great Buckingnews with you?

ham Stan. None good, my liege, to please you with K. Rich. Out on ye, owls! nothing but songs of the hearing;


(He strikes him. Nor none so bad, but well may be reported. There, take thou that, till thou bring better news.

K. Rich. Heyday, a riddle ! neither good nor bad ! 3 Mess. The news I have to tell your majesty, That need'st thou run so many miles about, Is, - that, by sudden floods and fall of waters, When thou mayst tell thy tale the nearest way? Buckingham's army is dispers'd and scatter'd ; Once more, what news?

And he himself wander'd away alone, Stan.

Richmond is on the seas. No man knows whither. K. Rich. There let him sink, and be the seas on K. Rich.

O, I cry you mercy: him!

There is my purse to cure that blow of thine. White-liver'd runagate, what doth he there ? .

Hath any well-advised friend proclaim'd Slan. I know not, mighty sovereign, but by guess. Reward to him that brings the traitor in ? K. Rich. Well, as you guess ?

3 Mess. Such proclamation hath been made, iny Slan. Stirr'd up by Dorset, Buckingham, and

liege. Morton, He makes for England, here to claim the crown.

Enter another Messenger. K. Rich. Is the chair empty ? is the sword un- 4 Mess. Sir Thomas Lovel, and lord marquis sway'd ?

Dorset, ? Foolish,

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'Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms. SCENE V. - A Room in Lord Stanley's House. But this good comfort bring I to your high

Enter STANLEY, and Sir CHRISTOPHER URSWICK. 5 ness, The Bretagne navy is dispers'd by tempests :

Stan. Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this from Richmond, in Dorsetshire, sent out a boat Unto the shore, to ask those on the banks,

That, in the sty of this most bloody boar, If they were his assistants, yea, or no;

My son George Stanley is frank'd up in hold; Who answer'd him, they came from Buckingham If I revolt, off goes young George's head; Upon his party; he, mistrusting them,

The fear of that withholds my present aid. Hois'd sail, and made his course again for Bre- But, tell me, where is princely Richmond now? tagne.

Chris. At Pembroke, or at Ha'rford-west, in K. Rich. March on, march on, since we are up

Wales. in arms;

Stan. What men of name resort to him? If not to fight with foreign enemies,

Chris. Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned soldier ; Yet to beat down these rebels here at home.

Sir Gilbert Talbot, sir William Stanley;

Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, sir James Blunt, Enter CATESBY.

And Rice ap Thomas, with a valiant crew; Cate. My liege, the duke of Buckingham is taken, And many other of great fame and worth : That is the best news; That the earl of Richmond And towards London do they bend their course, Is with a mighty power landed at Milford,

If by the way they be not fought withal. Is colder news, but yet they must be told.

Slan. Well, hie thee to thy lord; commend me to K. Rich. Away towards Salisbury; while we reason here,

Tell him, the queen hath heartily consented A royal battle might be won and lost:

He shall espouse Elizabeth her daughter. Some one take order, Buckingham be brought These letters will resolve him of my mind. To Salisbury; - the rest march on with me. Farewell. [Gives Papers to Sir CHRISTOPHER. (Exeunt.


him ;


SCENE I.-- Salisbury. An open Place.

SCENE II.- Plain near Tamworth. Enter the Sheriff, and Guard, with BUCKINGHAM, Enter, with Drum amd Colours, RICHMOND, OXFORD, led to Execution.

Sir James Blunt, Sir WALTER HERBERT, and Buck. Will not king Richard let me speak with him? others, with Forces, marching. Sher. No, my good lord; therefore be patient. Richm. Fellows in arms, and my most loving Buck. Hastings, and Edward's children, Rivers,

friends, Grey,

Bruisd underneath the yoke of tyranny, Holy king Henry, and thy fair son Edward, Thus far into the bowels of the land Vaughan, and all that have miscarried

Have we march'd on without impediment; By underhand corrupted foul injustice ;

And here receive we from our father Stanley If that your moody discontented souls

Lines of fair comfort and encouragement. Do through the clouds behold this present hour The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar, Even for revenge mock my destruction !

That spoil'd your summer fields, and fruitful vines, This is All-Soul's day, fellows, is it not ?

Lies now even in the center of this isle, Sher. It is, my lord.

Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn : Buck. Why, then All-Souls' day is my body's From Tamworth thither, is but one day's march. doomsday:

In God's name, cheerly on, courageous friends, This is the day, which, in king Edward's time, To reap the harvest of perpetual peace I wish'd might fall on me, when I was found By this one bloody trial of sharp war. False to his children, or his wife's allies :

Oxf. Every man's conscience is a thousand swords, This is the day, wherein I wish'd to fall

To fight against that bloody homicide. By the false faith of him whom most I trusted; Herb. I doubt not, but his friends will turn to us. This, this All-Souls' day to my fearful soul,

Blunt. He hath no friends, but who are friends Is the determined respite of my wrongs.

for fear; That high All-seer which I dallied with,

Which, in his dearest need, will fly from him. Hath turned my feigned prayer on my head, Richm. All for our vantage. Then, in God's name, And given in earnest what I begg'd in jest.


(Exeunt. Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men To turn their own points on their masters' bosoms:

SCENE III. - Bosworth Field. Thus Margaret's curse falls heavy on my neck,- Enter King RICHARD, and Forces; the Duke of When he, quoth she, shall split thy heart with sorrow, NORFOLK, EARL OF SURREY, and others. Remember Margaret was a prophetess. —

K. Rich. Here pitch our tents, even here in Bos Come, sirs, convey me to the block of shame;

worth field. Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame. My lord of Surrey, why look you so sad ? [Ereunt Buckingham, &c.

5 Chaplain to the countess of Richmond. • Injurious practices.

6 A frank is a sty in which hogs are fattened.

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