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KING RICHARD. Say I, her sovereign, am her subject low.

QUEEN ELIZABETH. But she, your subject, loathes such sovereignty.

KING RICHARD. Be eloquent in my behalf to her.

QUEEN ELIZABETH. An honest tale speeds best being plainly told.

KING RICHARD. Then plainly to her tell my loving tale.

QUEEN ELIZABETH. Plain and not honest is too harsh a style.

KING RICHARD. Your reasons are too shallow and too quick.

QUEEN ELIZABETH. O, no, my reasons are too deep and dead-Too deep and dead, poor infants, in their graves.

KING RICHARD. Harp not on that string, madam; that is past.

QUEEN ELIZABETH. Harp on it still shall I till heartstrings break.

KING RICHARD. Now, by my George, my garter, and my crown-QUEEN ELIZABETH. Profan’d, dishonour’d, and the third usurp’d.

KING RICHARD. I swear—

QUEEN ELIZABETH. By nothing; for this is no oath: Thy George, profan’d, hath lost his lordly honour; Thy garter, blemish’d, pawn’d his knightly virtue; Thy crown, usurp’d, disgrac’d his kingly glory.

If something thou wouldst swear to be believ’d, Swear then by something that thou hast not wrong’d.

KING RICHARD. Then, by my self—

QUEEN ELIZABETH. Thy self is self-misus’d.

KING RICHARD. Now, by the world—

QUEEN ELIZABETH. ‘Tis full of thy foul wrongs.

KING RICHARD. My father’s death—

QUEEN ELIZABETH. Thy life hath it dishonour’d.

KING RICHARD. Why, then, by God—

QUEEN ELIZABETH. God’s wrong is most of all.

If thou didst fear to break an oath with Him, The unity the King my husband made

Thou hadst not broken, nor my brothers died.

If thou hadst fear’d to break an oath by Him, Th’ imperial metal, circling now thy head, Had grac’d the tender temples of my child; And both the Princes had been breathing here, Which now, two tender bedfellows for dust, Thy broken faith hath made the prey for worms.

What canst thou swear by now?

KING RICHARD. The time to come.

QUEEN ELIZABETH. That thou hast wronged in the time o’erpast;

For I myself have many tears to wash

Hereafter time, for time past wrong’d by thee.

The children live whose fathers thou hast slaughter’d, Ungovern’d youth, to wail it in their age; The parents live whose children thou hast butcheed, Old barren plants, to wail it with their age.

Swear not by time to come; for that thou hast Misus’d ere us’d, by times ill-us’d o’erpast.

KING RICHARD. As I intend to prosper and repent, So thrive I in my dangerous affairs

Of hostile arms! Myself myself confound!

Heaven and fortune bar me happy hours!

Day, yield me not thy light; nor, night, thy rest!

Be opposite all planets of good luck

To my proceeding!-if, with dear heart’s love, Immaculate devotion, holy thoughts,

I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter.

In her consists my happiness and thine; Without her, follows to myself and thee, Herself, the land, and many a Christian soul, Death, desolation, ruin, and decay.

It cannot be avoided but by this;

It will not be avoided but by this.

Therefore, dear motherI must call you so-Be the attorney of my love to her;

Plead what I will be, not what I have been; Not my deserts, but what I will deserve.

Urge the necessity and state of times, And be not peevish-fond in great designs.

QUEEN ELIZABETH. Shall I be tempted of the devil thus?

KING RICHARD. Ay, if the devil tempt you to do good.

QUEEN ELIZABETH. Shall I forget myself to be myself?

KING RICHARD. Ay, if your self’s remembrance wrong yourself.

QUEEN ELIZABETH. Yet thou didst kill my children.

KING RICHARD. But in your daughter’s womb I bury them; Where, in that nest of spicery, they will breed Selves of themselves, to your recomforture.

QUEEN ELIZABETH. Shall I go win my daughter to thy will?

KING RICHARD. And be a happy mother by the deed.

QUEEN ELIZABETH. I go. Write to me very shortly, And you shall understand from me her mind.

KING RICHARD. Bear her my true love’s kiss; and so, farewell.

Kissing her. Exit QUEEN ELIZABETH

Relenting fool, and shallow, changing woman!

Enter RATCLIFF; CATESBY following How now! what news?

RATCLIFF. Most mighty sovereign, on the western coast Rideth a puissant navy; to our shores Throng many doubtful hollow-hearted friends, Unarm’d, and unresolv’d to beat them back.

‘Tis thought that Richmond is their admiral; And there they hull, expecting but the aid Of Buckingham to welcome them ashore.

KING RICHARD. Some light-foot friend post to the Duke of Norfolk.

Ratcliff, thyself-or Catesby; where is he?

CATESBY. Here, my good lord.

KING RICHARD. Catesby, fly to the Duke.

CATESBY. I will my lord, with all convenient haste.

KING RICHARD. Ratcliff, come hither. Post to Salisbury; When thou com’st thither- [To CATESBY] Dull, unmindfull villain,

Why stay’st thou here, and go’st not to the Duke?

CATESBY. First, mighty liege, tell me your Highness’ pleasure, What from your Grace I shall deliver to him.

KING RICHARD. O, true, good Catesby. Bid him levy straight The greatest strength and power that he can make And meet me suddenly at Salisbury.

CATESBY. I go. Exit RATCLIFF. What, may it please you, shall I do at Salisbury?

KING RICHARD. Why, what wouldst thou do there before I go?

RATCLIFF. Your Highness told me I should post before.

KING RICHARD. My mind is chang’d.

Enter LORD STANLEY

STANLEY, what news with you?

STANLEY. None good, my liege, to please you with the hearing;

Nor none so bad but well may be reported.

KING RICHARD. Hoyday, a riddle! neither good nor bad!

What need’st thou run so many miles about, When thou mayest tell thy tale the nearest way?

Once more, what news?

STANLEY. Richmond is on the seas.

KING RICHARD. There let him sink, and be the seas on him!

White-liver’d runagate, what doth he there?

STANLEY. I know not, mighty sovereign, but by guess.

KING RICHARD. Well, as you guess?

STANLEY. Stirr’d up by Dorset, Buckingham, and Morton, He makes for England here to claim the crown.

KING RICHARD. Is the chair empty? Is the sword unsway’d?

Is the King dead, the empire unpossess’d?

What heir of York is there alive but we?

And who is England’s King but great York’s heir?

Then tell me what makes he upon the seas.

STANLEY. Unless for that, my liege, I cannot guess.

KING RICHARD. Unless for that he comes to be your liege, You cannot guess wherefore the Welshman comes.

Thou wilt revolt and fly to him, I fear.

STANLEY. No, my good lord; therefore mistrust me not.

KING RICHARD. Where is thy power then, to beat him back?

Where be thy tenants and thy followers?

Are they not now upon the western shore, Safe-conducting the rebels from their ships?

STANLEY. No, my good lord, my friends are in the north.

KING RICHARD. Cold friends to me. What do they in the north,

When they should serve their sovereign in the west?

STANLEY. They have not been commanded, mighty King.

Pleaseth your Majesty to give me leave, I’ll muster up my friends and meet your Grace Where and what time your Majesty shall please.

KING RICHARD. Ay, ay, thou wouldst be gone to join with Richmond;

But I’ll not trust thee.

STANLEY. Most mighty sovereign,

You have no cause to hold my friendship doubtful.

I never was nor never will be false.

KING RICHARD. Go, then, and muster men. But leave behind Your son, George Stanley. Look your heart be firm, Or else his head’s assurance is but frail.

STANLEY. So deal with him as I prove true to you. Exit Enter a MESSENGER

MESSENGER. My gracious sovereign, now in Devonshire, As I by friends am well advertised,

Sir Edward Courtney and the haughty prelate, Bishop of Exeter, his elder brother,

With many moe confederates, are in arms.

Enter another MESSENGER

SECOND MESSENGER. In Kent, my liege, the Guilfords are in arms;

And every hour more competitors

Flock to the rebels, and their power grows strong.

Enter another MESSENGER

THIRD MESSENGER. My lord, the army of great Buckingham-KING RICHARD. Out on you, owls! Nothing but songs of death? [He strikes him]

There, take thou that till thou bring better news.

THIRD MESSENGER. 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 wand’red away alone,

No man knows whither.

KING RICHARD. I cry thee mercy.

There is my purse to cure that blow of thine.

Hath any well-advised friend proclaim’d Reward to him that brings the traitor in?

THIRD MESSENGER. Such proclamation hath been made, my Lord.

Enter another MESSENGER

FOURTH MESSENGER. 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 Britaine 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 Britaine.

KING RICHARD. March on, march on, since we are up in arms;

If not to fight with foreign enemies, Yet to beat down these rebels here at home.

Re-enter CATESBY

CATESBY. 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 tidings, yet they must be told.

KING RICHARD. 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.

Flourish. Exeunt

SCENE 5.

LORD DERBY’S house

Enter STANLEY and SIR CHRISTOPHER URSWICK

STANLEY. Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this from me: That in the sty of the most deadly boar My son George Stanley is frank’d up in hold; If I revolt, off goes young George’s head; The fear of that holds off my present aid.

So, get thee gone; commend me to thy lord.

Withal say that the Queen hath heartily consented He should espouse Elizabeth her daughter.

But tell me, where is princely Richmond now?

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

STANLEY. What men of name resort to him?

CHRISTOPHER. 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 name and worth; And towards London do they bend their power, If by the way they be not fought withal.

STANLEY. Well, hie thee to thy lord; I kiss his hand; My letter will resolve him of my mind.

Farewell. Exeunt

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ACT V. SCENE 1.

Salisbury. An open place

Enter the SHERIFF and guard, with BUCKINGHAM, led to execution BUCKINGHAM. Will not King Richard let me speak with him?

SHERIFF. No, my good lord; therefore be patient.

BUCKINGHAM. Hastings, and Edward’s children, Grey, and Rivers,

Holy King Henry, and thy fair son Edward, 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, fellow, is it not?

SHERIFF. It is, my lord.

BUCKINGHAM. Why, then All-Souls’ day is my body’s doomsday.

This is the day which in King Edward’s time