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Hath any well-advised friend proclaim'd Reward to him that brings the traitor in? 3 Mess. Such proclamation hath been made, my


Enter another Messenger. 4 Mess. Sir Thomas Lovel, and lord marquis Dorset, 'Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms. But this good comfort bring I to your highness, The Bretagne navy is dispers’d 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 answer'd him, they came from Buckingham Upon his party: he, mistrusting them, Hois'd sail, and made his course again for Bretagne.

K. Rich. March on, march on, since we are up in If not to fight with foreign enemies,

[arms; Yet to beat down these rebels here at home.

Enter CATESBY. 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 it must be told.

K. Rich. Away towards Salisbury; while we reason A royal battle might be won and lost:- (here, Some one take order, Buckingham be brought To Salisbury;—the rest march on with me. [Exeunt.

SCENE V.-A room in Lord Stanley's house.

Enter STANLEY and Sir CHRISTOPHER URSWICK. Stan. Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this from That, in the sty of this most bloody boar, meiMy son George Stanley is frank'd up in hold; If I revolt, off goes young George's head;

The fear of that withholds my present aid.
But, tell me, where is princely Richmond now?

Chris. At Pembroke, or at Ha’rford-west, in Wales.
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


Tell him, the queen hath heartily consented
He shall espouse Elizabeth her daughter.
These letters will resolve him of my mind.

[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

him?' Sher. No, my good lord; therefore be patient. Buck. Hastings, and Edward's children, Rivers,

Holy king Henry, and thy fair son Edward,

· See King Henry VIII., Act 1.

Vaughan, and all that have miscarried
By underhand corrupted foul injustice;
If that your moody discontented souls
Do through the clouds behold this present hour,
Even for revenge mock my destruction !
This is All-Souls' day, fellows, is it not?
Sher. It is, my

lord. Buck. Why, then All-Souls' day is my body's

doomsday, This is the day, which, in king Edward's time, I wish'd might fall on me, when I was found False to his children, or his wife's allies : This is the day, wherein I wish'd to fall By the false faith of him whom most I trusted; This, this All-Souls' day to my fearful soul, Is the determin'd respite of my wrongs.' That high All-seer which I dallied 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' bosoms: Thus Margaret's curse falls heavy on my neck,When he, quoth she, shall split thy heart with sorrow, Remember Margaret was a prophetess.Come, sirs, convey me to the block of shame; Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame.


SCENE II.-Plain near Tamworth. Enter, with drum and colours, Richmond, OXFORD,

Sir JAMES Blunt, Sir WALTER HERBERT, and others, with Forces, marching.

Richm. Fellows in arms, and my most loving friends, Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny,

* The time to which the punishment of his wrongs was respited.

That spoil'd

Thus far into the bowels of the land
Have we march'd on without impediment;
And here receive we from our father Stanley
Lines of fair comfort and encouragement.
The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar,

your summer fields, and fruitful vines,
Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his trough
In your embowell’d bosoms, this foul swine
Lies now even in the centre of this isle,
Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn:
From Tamworth thither, is but one day's march.
In God's name, cheerly on, courageous friends,
To reap the harvest of perpetual peace
By this one bloody trial of sharp war.

Oxf. Every man's conscience is a thousand swords, To fight against that bloody homicide. 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 dearest 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.


SCENE III.-Bosworth field.

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Enter King RICHARD, and Forces ; the Duke of

NORFOLK, Earl of SURREY, and others. K. Rich. Here pitch our tents, even here in Bos

worth field. My lord of Surrey, why look you so sad ? Sur. My heart is ten times lighter than my looks. K. Rich. My lord of Norfolk,

Here, most gracious liege. K. Rich. Norfolk, we must have knocks; Ha! must we not?



Nor. We must both give and take, iny loving lord. K. Rich. Up with my tent: Here will I lie to-night;

(Soldiers begin to set up the King's tento But where, to-morrow ?-Well, all's one for that.Who hath descried the number of the traitors ?

Nor. Six or seven thousand' is their utmost power.

K. Rich. Why, our battalia trebles that account:
Besides, 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 survey the vantage of the ground;-
Call for some men of sound direction:-
Let's want no discipline, make no delay;
For, lords, to-morrow is a busy day.

[E.reunt. Enter, on the other side of the field, RICHMOND, Sir

Some of the Soldiers pitch Richmond's tent.

Richm. The weary sun hath made a golden set,
And, by the bright track of his fiery car,
Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.-
Sir William Brandon, you

shall bear


standard. Give me some ink and


in my tent;-
I'll draw the form and model of our battle,
Limit each leader to his several charge,
And part in just proportion our small power.
My lord of Oxford, -you, sir William Brandon,-

sir Walter Herbert, stay with me:
The earl of Pembroke keeps his regiment ;-
Good captain Blunt, bear my good night to him,
And by the second hour in the morning

· Richmond's forces are said to have been only five thousand ; and Richard's army consisted of about twelve thousand men, Stanley lay at a short distance with three thousand, and Richard may be supposed to have reckoned on them as friends, thougte the event proved otherwise.-MALONE.

. Tried military skill,

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