K. Rich. Ay, ay, thou would'st be gone to join with I will not trust you, sir. Stan. [Richmond: Most mighty sovereign, You have no cause to hold my friendship doubtful; I never was, nor never will be false. K. Rich. Well, go, muster men. leave behind But, hear you, Your son, George Stanley; look your heart be firm, Or else his head's assurance is but frail. Stan. So deal with him, as I prove true to you. Enter a Messenger. [Exit STANLEY. 1 Mess. My gracious sovereign, now in Devonshire, As I by friends am well advértised, Sir Edward Courtney, and the haughty prelate, With many more confederates, are in arms. Enter another Messenger. 2 Mess. In Kent, my liege, the Guildfords are in And every hour more competitors' [arms; Flock to the rebels, and their power grows strong. Enter another Messenger. 3 Mess. My lord, the army of great BuckinghamK. Rich. Out on ye, owls! nothing but songs of death? [He strikes him. There, take thou that, till thou bring better news. 3 Mess. The news I have to tell your majesty, Is, that, by sudden floods and fall of waters, Buckingham's army is dispers'd and scatter'd; And he himself wander'd away alone, No man knows whither. K. Rich. O, I cry you mercy: There is my purse, to cure that blow of thine. 1 i. e. associates. Hath any well-advised friend proclaim'd Reward to him that brings the traitor in? 3 Mess. Such proclamation hath been made, my liege. 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, Yet to beat down these rebels here at home. Enter CATESBY. [arms; 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. [here, K. Rich. Away towards Salisbury; while we reason A royal battle might be won and lost: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, My son George Stanley is frank'd up in hold; If I revolt, off goes young George's head; me: The fear of that withholds my present aid. Chris. Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned soldier; Stan. Well, hie thee to thy lord; commend me to him; Tell him, the queen hath heartily consented [Gives papers to Sir CHRISTOPHER. Exeunt. ACT V. 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, Grey, Holy king Henry, and thy fair son Edward, See King Henry VIII., Act 1. Vaughan, and all that have miscarried Do through the clouds behold this present hour, Buck. Why, then All-Souls' day is my body's doomsday, This is the day, which, in king Edward's time, Come, sirs, convey me to the block of shame; 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. Thus far into the bowels of the land Have we march'd on without impediment; 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. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-Bosworth field. Enter King RICHARD, and Forces; the Duke of NORFOLK, Earl of SURREY, and others. K. Rich. Here pitch our tents, even here in Bosworth 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, Nor. Here, most gracious liege. K. Rich. Norfolk, we must have knocks; Ha! must we not? |