this could corps on the earths cold face But if I thriue the gaine of my attempt The least of you shall share his part thereof Sound drummes and trumpets boldlie and cheerefullie God and â—aint George Richmond and victorie Enter King Richard Rat. c. King What said Northumberland as â—ouching Richmond Rat. That he was neuer trained vp in armes King He said the trueth and what said Surrey then Rat. He smiled and said the better for our purpose King He was in the right and so in deede it is Tell the clocke there The clocke striketh Giue me a calender who saw the Sunne to day Rat. Not I my Lord. King Then he disdaines to shine for by the booke He should haue braud the East an hower agoe A blacke day will it be to some bodie Rat. Rat. My Lord. King The Sunne will nor be seene to day The skie doeth frowne and lowre vpon our armie I would these dewie teares were from the ground Not shine to day whie what is that to me More then to Richmond for the selfe-same heauen That frownes on me lookes sadlie vpon him Enter Norffolke Norff. Arme arme my Lord the foe vaunts in the field King Come bustâ—e bustle caparison my horse Call vp Lord Standlie bid him bring his power I will leade forth my souldiers to the plaine And thus my battaile shall be ordered My foreward shall be drawen out all in length Consisting equallie of horse and foote Our Archers shall be placed in the midst Iohn Duke of Norffolke Thomas Earle of Surrey Shall haue the leading of this foote and horse They thus directed we will follow In the matne battle whose puissance on either side shall be well winged with our chiefest horse This and Saint George to bootes what thinkst thou Norffolke Nor. A good direction warlike soueraigne he sheweth him a paper This found I on my tent this morning Iocky of Norfolke be not so bould For Dâ—ckon thy master is bought and should King A thing deuised by the enemie Go gentlemen euery man vnto his charge Let not our babling dreames affright our soules Conscience is but a word that cowards vse Deuisd at first to keepe the strong in awe Our strong armes be our conscience swords our law March on ioine brauelie let vs to it pell mell If not to heauen then hand in hand to hell His Orâ—tion to his army What shal I saie more then I haue inferd Remember whom you are to cope withall A sort of vagabonds rascols and runawaies A scum of Brittains and base lacky pesants Whom their orecloied country vomits forth To desperate aduentures and assurd destruction You sleeping safe they bring to you vnrest You hauing lands and blest with beauteous wifes They would restraine the one distaine the other And who doth lead them but a paltrey fellow Long kept in Brittaine at our mothers cost A milkesopt one that neuer in his life Felt so much colde as ouer shooes in snow Le ts whip these stragglers ore the seas againe Lash hence these ouerweening rags of France These famisht beggers wearie of their liues Who but for dreaming on this fond exploit For want of means poore rats had hangd themselues If we be conquered let men conquer vs And not these bastard Brittains whom our fathers Haue in their own land beaten bobd and thumpt And in record left them the heires of shame Shall these enjoy our lands lie with our wiues Rauish our daughters harke I heare their drum Fight gentlemen of England fight bold yeomen Draw archers draw your arrowes to the head Spur your proud horses hard and ride in bloud Amaze the welkin with your broken staues What saies lord Stanley wil he bring his power Mâ—s. My lord he doth deny to come King Off with his sonne Georges head Nor. My lord the enemie is past the marsh After the battaile let George Stanley die King A thousand harts are great within my bosome Aduance our standards set vpon our foes Our ancient word of courage faire saint George Inspire vs with the spleene of fierie Dragons Vpon them victorie sits on our helmes Exeunt Alarum excursions Enter Catesby Cates. Rescew my lord of Norffolke rescew rescew The king enacts more wonders then a man Daring an opposite to euerie danger His horse is slaine and all on foot he fights Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death Rescew faire lord or else the daie is lost Enter Richard King A horse a horse my kingdome for a horse Cates. Withdraw my lord I le helpe you to a horse King Slaue I haue set my life vpon a cast And I will stand the hazard of the die I thinke there be sixe Richmonds in the field Fiue haue I slaine to daie in stead of him A horse a horse my kingdome for a horse Alarum Enter Richard and Richmond they fight Richard is slain then retrait being sounded Enter Richmond Darby bearing the crowne with other Lords c. Ri. God and your armes be praisd victorious freends The daie is ours the bloudie dog is dead Dar. Couragious Richmond wel hast thou acquit thee Loe here this long vsurped roialtie From the dead temples of this bloudie wretch Haue I pluckt off to grace thy browes withall Weare it enjoy it and make much of it Rich. Great God of heauen saie Amen to all But tell me is yong George Stanley liuing Dar. He is my lord and safe in Leicester towne Whether if it please you we may now withdraw vs. Rich. What men of name are slaine on either side Iohn Duke of Norffolke Water Lord Ferris sir Robert Brookenbury sir William Brandon Rich. Inter their bodies as become their births Proclaime a pardon to the soldiers fled That in submission will returne to vs And then as we haue tane the sacrament We will vnite the white rose and the red Smile heauen vpon this faire coniunction That long haue frownd vpon their enmitie What traitor heares me and saies not Amen England hath long been madde and scard her selfe The brother blindlie shed the brothers bloud The father rashlie slaughterd his own sonne The sonne compelâ— ben butcher to the sire All this deuided Yorke and Lancaster Deuided in their dire deuision O now let Richmond and Elizabeth The true succeeders of each royall house By Gods faire ordinance conioine together And let their heires God if thy will be so Enrich the time to come with smooth-faste peace With smiling plentie and faire prosperous daies Abate the edge of traitors gracious Lord That would reduce these bloudy daies againe And make poore England weepe in streames of bloud Let them not liue to tast this lands increase That would with treason wound this faire lands peace Now ciuill wounds are stopt peace liues againe That she may long liue heare God Saie Amen FINIS
sorrow Remember Margaret was a Prophetesse Come sirs conuey me to the blocke of shame Wrong hath but wrong and blame the dew of blame Enâ—er Richmond with drums and trumpâ—ts Rich. Fellowes in armes and my most louing friendes Bruisd vnderneath the yoake of tyrannie Thus farre into the bowels of the land Haue we marcht on without impediment And here receiue we from our Father Stanlie Lines of faire comfort and incouragement The wretched bloudie and vsurping bore That spoild your somer-fieldes and fruitfull vines Swils your warme bloud like wash and makes his trough In your inboweld bosomes this foule swine Lies now euen in the center of this I le Neare to the towne of Leycester as we learne From Tamworth thether is but one dayes march In Gods name cheerelie on couragious fâ—iendes To reape the haruest of perpetuall peace By this one bloudie triall of sharpe warre 1 Lo. Eueâ—ie mans conscience is a thousand swordes To fight against that bloudie homicide 2 Lo. I doubt not but his friendes will flie to vs. 3 Lo. He hath no friendes but who are friendes for feare Which in his greatest neede will shrinke from him Rich. All for our vantage then in Gods name march True hope is swift and flies with Swallowes wings Kings it make Gods and meaner creatures kings Exit Enter King Richard Norffolke Ratcliffe Catesbie with others King Here pitch our tentes euen here in Bosworth field Whie how now Catesbie whie lookst thou so bad Cat My hart is ten times lighter then my lookes King Norffolke come hether Norffolke we must haue knockes ha must we not Norff. We must both giue and take my gracious Lord. King Vp with my tent there here will I lie to night But where to morrow well all is one for that Who hath discried the number of the foe Norff. Sixe or seuen thousand is their greatest number King Whie our battalion trebles that account Besides the Kings name is a tower of strength Which they vpon the aduerse partie want Vp with my tent there valiant gentlemen Let vs suruey the vantage of the field Call for some men of sound direction Le ts want no discipline make no delaâ—e For Lordes to morrow is a busie day Exeunt Enter Richmond with the Lordes c. Rich. The wearie sonne hath made a golden sete And by the bright tracke of his fierie Carre Giues signall of a goodlie day to morrow Where is Sir William Brandon he shall beare my standerd The Earle of Pembroke keepe his regiment Good captaine Blunt beare my good night to him And by the second houre in the morning Desire the Earle to see me in my tent Yet one thing more good Blunt before thou goest Where is Lord Stanlie quarterd doest thou know Blunt Vnlesse I haue mistane his coulers much Which well I am assur'd I haue not done His regiment lies halfe a mile at least South from the mightie power of the king Rich. If without perrill it be possible Good captaine Blunt beare my good night to him And giue him from me this most needefull scrowle Blunt Vpon my life my Lord I le vndertake it Rich. Farewell good Blunt Giue me some inke and paper in my tenâ— I le drawe the forme and modle of our battel Limit each leader to his seuerall charge And part in iust proportion our small strength Come let vs consult vpon to morrowes busines In to our tent the aire is rawe and cold Enter king Richard Norff. Ratcliffe Catesbâ—e c. Kâ—ng What is a clocke Cat. It is sixe of clocke full supper time King I will not sup to night giue me some inke and paper What is my beâ—er easier then it was And all my armour laid into my tent Câ—t It is my Liege and all thinges are in readines King Good Norffolke hie thee to thy charge Vse carefull watch chuse trustie centinell Norff. I goe my Lord. King Stur with the Larke to morrow gentle Norffolke Nor. I warrant you my Lord. Kâ—ng Catesby Rat. My lord King Send out a Pursiuant at armes To â—tanleâ—â— regiment bid him bring his power Before sun rising least his sonne George fall Into the blind caue of eternal night Fill me a bowle of wine giue me a watch Saddle white Surrey for the field to morrow Looke that my staues be sound and not too heauy Ratliffe Râ—t My lord King Sawst thou the melancholie Lo. Northumberland Rat. Thomas the Earle of Surrey and himselfe Much about cockshut time from troupe to troupe Went through the army cheering vp the soldiors King So I am satisfied giue me a boule of wine I haue not that alacrity of spirit Nor cheere of mind that I was wont to haue Set it down Is inke and paper ready Rat. It is my lord King Bid my guard watch leaue me Ratliffe about the mid of night come to mytent And help to arme me leaue me I say Exit Ratliffâ— Enter Darby to Ricbmond in his tent Daâ—by Fortune and victorie set on thy helme Rich. All comfort that the darke night can afford Be to thy person noble father in law Tel me how fares our louing mother Dar. I by atturney blesse thee from thy mother Who prâ—ies continuallie for Richmonds good So much for that the silent houres steale on And fâ—akie darkenesse breakes within the east In briefe for so the season bids vs be Prepare thy battell earelie in the morning And put thy fortune to the arbitrement Of bloudie strokes and mortal staâ—ing war I as I may that which I would I cannot With best aduâ—ntage will deceiue the time And aide thee in this doubsul shocke of armes But on thy side I may not be too forward Least being seene thy brother tender George Be executed in his fathers sight Farewel the leasure and the fearefull time Cuts off the ceremonious vowes of loue And amâ—le enterchange of sweet discourse Which so long sundried friends should dwelvpon God giue vs leisure for these rights of loue Once more adiew be valiant and speed well Rich. Good lords conduct him to his regiment I le striue with troubled thoughts to take a nap Least leaden slumber peise me downe to morrow When I should mount with wings of victorie Once more good night kind Lords and gentlemen Exuâ—â— O thou whoâ—e Captaine I account my selfe Looke on my forces with a gracious eâ—e Put in their hands thy brusing Irons of wrath That they may crush downe with a heauie â—all The vsurping helmets of our aduersaries Make vs thy ministers of chastisement That we may praise thee in the victorie To thee I do commend my watchfull soule Eare I let fal the windowes of mine eies Sleeping and waking oh defend me still Enter the ghost of young Prince Edward sonne Harry the sixt to Ri. Ghost to Ri. Let me sit heauie on thy soule to morrow Thinke how thou stabst me in my prime of youth At Teukesburie dispaire therefore 〈◊〉 die To Rich. Be cheerful Richmond for the wronged soules Of Butchered princes fight in
now the Duke of Buckingham and I Came from visiting his Maiesty Qu. With likelihood of his amendment Lords Buc. Madame good hope his Grace speakes cheerfâ—lâ—y Qu. God grant him health did you confer with him Buc. Madame we did He desires to make attonement Betwixt the Duke of Glocester and your brothers And betwixt them and my Lord chamberlaine And sent to warne them to his royall presence ' Qu. Would all were well but that will neuer be I feare our happines is at the highest Enter Glocester Glo. They doe me wrong and I will not endure it Who are they that complaines vnto the King That I forsooth am sterne and loue them not By holy Paul they loâ—e his grace but lightly That fill his eares with such discentious rumors Because I cannot flatter and speake faire Smile in mens faces smoothe dâ—ceiue and cog Ducke with french nods and apish courtesie I must be held a rankerous enimy Cannot a plaine man liue and thinke no harme But thus his simple truth must be abusde By silken slie insinuating iackes Ry. To whom in all this presence speakes your Grace Glo. To thee that hast nor honesty nor grace When haue I iniured thee when done thee wrong Or thee or thee or any of your faction A plague vpon you all His royall person Whom God preserue better â—hen you would wish Cannot be quiet scarce a breathing while But you must trouble him with lewd complaints Qu. Brother of Glocester you mistake the matter The King of his owne royall disposition And not prouokt by any suiter else Ayming belike at your interiour hatred Which in your outward actions shewes it selfe Against my kindred brother and my selfe Makes him to send that thereby he may gather The ground of your ill will and to remoue it Glo. I cannot tell the world is growen so bad That wrens make pray where Eagles dare not pearch Since euery Iacke became a Gentleman There 's many a gentle person made a lacke Qu. Come come we know your meaning brother Gl. You enuy my aduancement and my friends God graunt we neuer may haue neede of you Glo. Meane time God grants that we haue neede of you Our brother is imprisoned by your meanes My selfe disgract and the nobility Held in contempt whilst many faire promotions Are daily giuen to enoble those That scarce some two daies since were worth a noble Qu. By him that raisde me to this carefull height From that contented hap which I enioyd I neuer did incense his Maiesty Against the Duke of Clarence but haue beene An earnest aduocate to pleade for him My Lord you doe me shamefull iniury Falsely to draw me in these vile suspects Glo. You may deny that you were not the cause Of my Lord Hastings late imprisonment Ryu. She may my Lord. Glo. She may Lo Ryuers why who knowes not so She may doe more Sir then denying that She may helpe you to many faire preferments And then deny her ayding hand therein And lay those honours on your high deserts What may she not she may yea marry may she Ry. What mary may she Glo. What mary may she marry with a King A batchelor a handsome stripling too Iwis your Grandam had a worser match Qu. My Lo of Glocester I haue too long borne Your blunt vpbraidings and your bitter scoffes By heauen I will acquaint his Maiesty With those grose taunts I often haue endured I had rather be a countrey seruant maid Then a great Queene with this condition To be thus taunted scorned and baited at Enter Qâ— Margaret Small ioy haue I in being Englands Queene Qu. Mar. And lesned be that smal God I beseech thee Thy honour state and seate is due to me Glo. What threat you me with telling of the King Tell him and spare not looke what I haue said â— I will auouch in presence of the King â— T is time to speake my paines are quite forgot Qu. Mar. Out diuell I remember them too well Thou slewest my husband Henry in the tower And Edward my poore sonne at Teuxbery Glo. Ere you were Queene yea or your husband King I was a packhorse in his great affaires A weeder out of his proud aduersaries A liberall rewarder of his friends To royalize his bloud I spilt mine owne Qu. Mar. Yea and much better bloud then his or thine Glo. In all which time you and your husband Gray Were factious for the house of Lancaster And Ryuers so were you was not your husband In Margarets battaile at Saint Albones slaâ—ne Let me put in your mindes if yours forget What you haue beene ere now and what you are Withall what I haue been and what I am Qu. Ma. A murtherous villaine and so still thou art Glo. Poore Clarence did forsake his father Waâ—wicke Yea and forswore himselfe which Iesu pardon Qu Ma. Which God reuenge Glo. To fight on Edwards party for the crowne And for his meede poore Lo he is mewed vppe I would to God my heart were â—lint like Edwards Or Edwards soft and pittifull like mine I am too childish foolish for this world Qu. Ma. Hie thee to hell for shame and leaue the worlâ— Thou Cacodemon there thy kingdome is Ry. My Lo of Glocester in those busie daies Which here you vrge to proue vs enemies We followed then our Lo our lawfull King So should we you if you should be our King Glo. If I should be I had rather be a pedler Farre be it from my heart the thought of it Qu. As little ioy my Lord as you suppose You should enioy were you this countries King As little ioy may you suppose in me That I enioy being the Queene thereof Qu. M. A little ioy enioies the Queene thereof For I am she and altogether ioylesse I can no longer hold me patient Heaâ—e me you wrangling Pyrats that fall out In sharing that which you haue pild from me Which of you trembles not that lookes on me If not that I being Queene you bow like subiects Yet that by you deposde you quake like rebels O gentle villaine doe not turne away Glo. Foule wrinckled witch what makst thou in my sight Q. Ma. But repetition of what thou hast mard That will'I make before I let thee go A husband and a son thou owest to me And thou a kingdome all of you allegeance The sorrow that I haue by right is yours And all the pleasures you vsurpe are mine Glo. The curse my noble father laid on thee When thou didst crowne his warlike browes with paper And with thy scorne drewst riuers from his eies And then to drie them gauâ—st the Duke a clout Steept in the faultlesse bloud of pretty Rutland His curses then from bitternes of soule Denounst against thee are all fallen vpon thee And God not we hath plagde thy bloudy deede â— Qu. So iust is God to right the innocent Hast. O t was the foulest deede to slaie that babe And the most mercilesse that euer was heard of Riu. Tyrants
meetst aduantage of the time Inferre the bastardy of Edwards children Tell them how Edward put to death a Cittizen Onely for saying he would make his sonne Heire to the Crowne meaning indeede his house Which by the signe thereof was termed so Moreouer vrge his hatefull luxurie And bestiall appetite in change of lust Which stretched to theyr seruants daughters wiues Euen where his lustfull eye or sauage heart Without controll listed to make his prey Nay for a neede thus farre come neere my person Tell them when that my mother went with childe Of that vnsatiate Edward noble Yorke My princely father then had warres in Fraunce And by iust computation of the tyme Found that the issue was not his begot Which well appeared in his lineaments Being nothing like the noble Duke my father But touch this sparingly as it were farre off Because you know my Lord my mother liues Buck. Feare not my Lord I le play the Orator As if the golden see for which I pleade Were for my selfe Glo. If you thriue well bring them to Baynards castle Where you shall finde me well accompanyed Wyth reuerend fathers and well earned Bishops Buc. About three or foure a clocke look to heare What news Guildhall affordeth and so my Lord farewell Glo. Now will I in to take some priuy order Exit Buc. To draw the brats of Clarence out of sight And to giue notice that no maner of person At any tyme haue recourse vnto the Princes Exit Enter a Scriuener with a paper in his hand This is the indictment of the good Lord Hastings Which in a set hand fairely is engrosst That it may be this day read ouer in Paulesâ— And marke how well the sequele hangs together Eleuen houres I spent to wryte it ouer For yesternight by Catesby was it brought me The president was full as long adoyng And yet within these fiue houres liued Lord Hastings Vntaynted vnexamined free at liberty Heere 's a good world the while Why whoe 's so grosse That sees not this palpable deuice Yet whoe 's so blinde but sayes he sees it not Bad is the world and all will come to naught When such bad dealing must be sene in thought Exit Enter Glocester at one doore Buckingham at another Glo How now my Lord what say the Cittizens Buc. Now by the holy mother of our Lord The Citizens are mumme and speake not a word Glo. Toucht you the bastardy of Edwards children Buck I did wyth the insatiate greedinesse of his desires His tyranny for trifles his owne bastardy As beyng got your father then in Fraunce Withâ—ll I did inferre your lineaments Beyng the right Idea of your father Both in your forme and noblenesse of minde Laid open all your victories in Scotland Your discipline in warre wisedome in peace Your bounty vertue faire humility Indeede left nothing fitting for the purpose Vntoucht or sleightly handled in discourse And when mine oratory grew to an ende I bid them that did loue their countries good Crie God saue Richard Englands royall King Glo. A and did they so Buc. No so God helpe me But like dumbe 〈◊〉 or breathing stones Gazde each on other and lookt deadly pale Which when I saw I reprehended them And askt the Maior what meant this wilfull silence His answere was the people were not wont To be spoke to but by the Recorder Then he was vrgde to tell my tale againe Thus saith the Duke thus hath the Duke inferd But nothing spake in warrant from himselfe When he had done some followers of mine owne At the lower end of the Hall hurld vp their caps And some ten voices cried God saue King Richard Thankes louing Cittizens and friends quoth I This generall applause and louing shoute Argues your wisedomes and your loue to Richard And so brake off and came away Glo. What tonglesse blockes were they would they not speake Buc. No by my troth my Lo Glo. Will not the Maior then and his brethren come Glo. The Maior is here at hand and intend some feare Be not spoken withall but with mighty suite And looke you get a praier booke in your hand And stand betwixt two churchmen good my Lo For on that ground I le build a holy descant Be not easily wonne to our request Play the maides part say no but take it Glo. Feare not me if thou canst pleade aswell for them As I can say nay to thee for my selfe No doubt wee le bring it to a happie issue Buck You shal see what I can do get you vp to the leads Exit Now my L. Maior I dance attendance heare I thinke the Duke will not be spoke withall Enter Catesby Here coms his seruant how now Catesby what saies he Cates. My Lord he doth intreat your grace To visit him to morrow or next daie He is within with two right reuerend fathers Diuinely bent to meditation And in no worlâ—â—y suite would he be mou'd To draw him from his holy exercise Buck. Returne good Catesby to thy Lord againe Tell him my selfe the Maior and Cittizens In deepe designes and matters of great moment No lesse importing then our generall good Are come to haue some conference with his grace Cates. I le tell him what you say my Lord. Exit Buck. Aha my Lord this prince is not an Edward He is not lulling on a lewd day bed But on his knees at meditation Not dalying with a brace of Curtizans But meditating with two deepe Diuines Not sleeping to ingrosse his idle body But praying to inrich his watchfull soule Happy wâ—re England would this gracious prince Take on himselfe the souerainty thereon But sure I feare we shall neuer winne him to it Mâ—ior Marry God forbid his grace should say vs nay Buck. I feare he wil how now Catesby Enter Cates. What saies your Lord Caâ—es My Lo. he wonders to what end you haue assembled Such troupes of Cittizens to speake with him His grace not being warnd thereof before My Lord he feares you meane no good to him Buck. Sorrie I am my noble Cosen should Suspect me that I meane no good to him By heauen I come in perfect loue to him And so once more returne and tell his grace Exit Catesby When hollie and deuout religious men Are at their beads t is hard to draw them thence So sweet is zealous contemplation Enter Rich with two bishops a loste Maior See where he stands between two clergiâ— men Buck. Two props of vertue for a christian Prince To staie him from the fall of vanitie Famous Plantaganet most gracious prince Lend fauorable eares to our request And pardon vs the interruption Of thy deuotion and right Christian zeale Glo. My Lord there needs no such apologie I rather do beseech you pardon me Who earnest in the seruice of my God Neglect the visitation of my friends But leauing this what is your graces pleasure Buck. Euen that I hope which pleaseth God aboue And all good men of this vngouerned â—le Glo. I
that Richmond is their admirall And there they hull expecting but the aide Of Buckingham to welcome them a shore King Some light foote friend post to the Duke of Norff. Ratcliffe thy selfe or Catesbie where is hee Cat. Here my Lord. King Flie to the Duke post thou to Salisburie When thou comst there dull vnmindfull villaine Whie standst thou still and goest not to the Duke Cat. First mightie Soueraigne let me know your minde What from your grace I shall deliuer them King O true good Catesbie bid him leuie straight The greatest strength and power he can make And meete me presentlie at Salisburie Rat. What is it your highnes pleasure I shall do at Salisbury King Whie what wouldst thou doe there before I goe Rat. Your highnes told me I should post before King My mind is changd sir my minde is changd How now what newes with you Enter Darbie Dar. None good my Lord to please you with the hearing Nor none so bad but it may well be told King Hoiday a riddle neither good nor bad Why doest thou runne so many mile about When thou maist tell thy tale a neerer way Once more what newes Dar. Richmond is on the Seas King There let him sinke and be the season him White liuerd runnagate what doeth he there Dar. I know not mightie Soueraigne but by guesse King Well sir as you guesse as you guesse Dar. Sturd vp by Dorset Buckingham and Elie He makes for England there to claime the crowne King Is the chaire emptie is the sword vnswaied Is the king dead the Empire vnpossest What heire of Yorke is there aliue but we And who is Englands King but great Yorkes heire Then tell me what doeth he vpon the sea Dar. Vnlesse for that my liege I cannot guesse King Vnlesse for that he comes to be your liege You cannot guesse wherefore the Welshman comes Thou wilt reuolt and flie to him I feare Dar. No mightie liege therefore mistrust me not King Where is thy power then to beate him backe Where are thy tennants and thy followers Are they not now vpon the Westerne shore Safe conducting the rebels from their ships Dar No my good Lord my friendes are in the North. King Cold friends to Richard what doe they in the North When they should serue their Soueraigne in the West Dar. They haue not bin commaunded mightie soueraigne Please it your Maiestie to giue me leaue I le muster vp my friendes and meete your grace Where and what time your Maiestie shall please King I I thou wouldest be gone to ioyne with Richmond I will not trust you Sir Dar. Most mightie Soueraigne You haue no cause to hold my friendship doubtfull I neuer was nor neuer will be false King Well go muster men but heare you leaue behinde Your sonne George Stanlie looke your faith be firme Or else his heads assurance is but fraile Dar. So deale with him as I proue true to you Enter a Messenger Mes. My gracious Soueraigne now in Deuonshire As I by friendes am well aduertised Sir William Courtney and the haughtie Prelate Bishop of Exceâ—â—r his brother there With manie mo confederates are in armes Enter another Messenger Mes. My Liege in Kent the Guilfordes are in armes And euerie houre more competitors Flocke to their aide and still their power increaseth Enter another Messenger Mes. My Lord the armie of the Duke of Buckingham He strikeâ—h him King Out on you owles nothing but songs off death Take that vntill thou bring me better newes Mes. Your grace mistakes the newes I bring is good My newes is that by sudden floud and fall of water The Duke of Buckinghams armie is disperst and scattered And he himselfe fled no man knowes whether King O I crie you mercie I did mistake Ratcliffe reward him for the blow I gaue him Hath any well aduised friend giuen out Rewardes for him that brings in Buckingham Mes. Such proclamation hath bene made my liege Enter another Messenger Mes. Sir Thomas Louel and Lord Marques Dorset T is said my liege are vp in armes Yet this good comfort bring I to your grace The Brittaine nauie is disperst Richmond in Dorshire Sent out a boate to aske them on the shore If they were his assistants yea or no Who answered him they came from Buckingham Vpon his partie he mistrusting them Hoâ—st sale and made away for Brittaine King March on march on since we are vp in armes If not to fight with forreine enemies Yet to beate downe these rebels here at home Enter Catesbie Cat. My liege the Duke of Buckingham is taken That 's the best newes that the Earle of Richmond Is with a mightie power landed at Milford Is colder tidings yet they must be told King Away towardes Salisburie while we reason here A royall battell might be wonne and loâ—t Some one take order Buckingham be brought To Salisburie the rest march on with me Exeunt Entee Dâ—rbie Sir Christopher Dar. Sir Christapher tell Richmond this from me That in the stie of this most bloudie bore My sonne George Stanlie is franckt vp in hold If I reuolt off goes young Georges head The feare of that with holdes my present aide But tell me where is princelie Richmond now Christ. At Pembroke or at Harford-west in Wales Dar. What men of name resort to him S. Christ. Sir Walter Herbert a renowned souldier Sir Gilbert Talbot Sir William Stanlie Oxford redoubted Pembroke Sir Iames Blunt Rice vp Thomas with a valiant crew With many moe of noble fame and worth And towardes London they doe bend their course If by the way they be not fought withall Dar. Retourne vnto thy Lord commend me to him Tell him the Queene hath hartelie consented He shall espouse Elizabeth her daughter These letters will resolue him of my minde Farewell Exeunt Enter Buckinghaâ— to execution Buck. Will not king Richard let me speake with him Rat. No my Lord therefore be patient Buck. Hastings and Edwards children Riuers Gray Holie king Henrie and thy faire sonne Edward Vaughan and all that haue miscarried By vnderhand corrupted foule iniustice If that your moodie discontented â—oules Doe through the cloudes behold this present houre Euen for reuenge mocke my destruction This is Alsoules day fellowes is it not Rat. It is my Lord. Buck. Whie then Alsoules day is my bodies domesday This is the day that in king Edwards time I wisht might fall on me when I was found False to his children or his wiues allies This is the day wherein I wisht to fall By the false faith of him I trusted most This this Alsoules day to my fearefull soule Is the determind respit of my wrongs That high al-seer that I dallied with Hath turnd my fained prayer on my head And giuen in earnest what â— begd in iest Thus doeth he force the swordes of wicked men To turne their owne pointes on their Maisters bosome Now Margarets curse is fallen vpon my head When he quorh she shall splâ—t thy hart with