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Stan. None good, my Liege, to please you with the
K. Rich. Heyday, a riddle ! neither good nor bad:
Stan. Richmond is on the seas.
K. Rich. There let him sink, and be the seas on him! White-liver'd run-a-gate, what doth he there?
Stan. I know not, mighty Sov’reign, but by guess. K. Rich. Well, as you guess.
Stan. Stirr'd up by Dorset, Buckingham, and Morton, He makes for England, here to claim the crown.
K. Rich. 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 him upon the sea ?
Stan. Unless for that, my Liege, I cannot guefs.
K. Rich. Unless for that he comes to be your Liege, You cannot guess wherefore the Welsh-man comes. Thou wilt revolt, and Ay to him, I fear.
Stan. No, mighty Liege, therefore mistrust me not.
K. Rich. Where is thy power then to beat him back? Where are thy tenants, and thy followers? Are they not now upon the western shore ? Conducting safe the rebels from their ships ?
Stan. No, my good Lord, my friends are in the north.
K. Rich. Cold friends to me: what do they in the north, When they should serve their Sov’reign in the west?
Stan. They have not been commanded, mighty King;
Stan. Mighty Sovereign,
K. Rich. Go then, and mufter men; but leave behind
Enter another Messenger:
Enter another Messenger.
[He strikes bim. There take thou that, 'till thou bring better news.
Mes. The news I have to tell your Majesty,
K. Rich. Oh! I cry thee mercy;
Mes. Such proclamation hath been made, my Liege.
Enter another Messenger. Mes. Sir Thomas Lovel, and Lord Marquiss 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' fail, and made his course again for Bretagne.
K. Rich. 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.
Enter Catesby. Cates. My Liege, the Duke of Buckingham is taken, That is the best news; that the Earl of Richmond Is with a mighty pow'r landed at Milford, Is colder news, but yet it must be told.
K. Rich. Away tow'rds Salisbury; while we reason here, A royal battel might be won and loft : Some one cake order Buckingham be brought To Salisbury; the rest march on with me. [Exeunt.
Enter Lord Stanley, and Sir Christopher Urswick. Sten. S R Christopher, tell Richmond this from me ;
That in the Sty of this most bloody boar,
So get thee gone; commend me to thy Lord.
too, the Queen hath heartily consented He should espouse Elizabeth her daughter. But tell me, where is Princely Richmond now?
Chri. At Pembroke, or at 9'Hav'rford-Weft in Wales.
Cbri. Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned soldier,
Stan. Well, hie thee to thy Lord: I kiss his hand,
A CT V. SC E N E I.
S A LIS B U R r.
Enter the Sheriff, and Buckingham with balberts led to
Sher. No, good my Lord, therefore be patient.
EY'R 9 Hertford-west
Ev'n for revenge mock my destruction!
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 wisht might fall on me, when I was found False to his children, or his wife's allies. This is the day wherein I wisht to fall By the false faith of him whom most I trusted : This the determin’d respite 2 of my wrongs. That high All-seer, which I dallied with, Hath turn'd my feigned prayer on my head, And giv’n in earnest, what I begg'd in jeft. Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men To turn their own points on their masters' bosoms. Thus Marg'ret's curse falls heavy on my head : When he, quoth she, shall split thy heart with sorrow, Remember Marg’ret was a prophetess. Come, Sirs, convey me to the block of shame; Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame.
[Exeunt Buckingham with Officers.
The Camp, near Tamworth.
Enter Richmond, Oxford, Blunt, Herbert, and others,
witb Drum and Colours. Richm. FEllows in arms, and my most loving friends
T Bruis'd underneath the yoak of tyranny,
The (a) That is, the time to which the punishment for his wrong: Was refpited.