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Had not been broken, nor my brother slain.
If thog hadst feard to break an oath by him,
The imperial metal, circling now thy head,
Had grac'd the tender temples of my child;
And both the princes had been breathing here,
Whích now, two tender bed-fellows for dust,
Thy broken faith hath made a prey for worms.
What canst thou swear by now !
K. Rich.

By the time to come. , Eliz, That thou hast wronged in the time o'er

past;
For I myself have many tears to wash
Hereafter time, for time past, wrong'd by thee.
The children live, whose parents thou hast slaugh-

ter'a,
Ungovern'd youth, to wail it in their age :
The parents live,whose childrep thou hast butcher's,
Old barren plants, to wail it in their age.
Swear not by time to come ; for that thou hast
Misus'd ere us'd, by times ill-us'd o'er-past.

K. Rich. As I intend to prosper, and repeat !
So thrive I in my dangerous attempt
Of hostile arms! myself myself confound !
Heaven, and fortane, 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 pure 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, anilo mania dechristian soul,
It cannot be avoided, but by this;
It will not be avoided, but by this.
Therefore, dear mother, (I 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 found in great designs.

Eliz. Shall I be tempted of the devil thus !
K. Rich. Ay, if the devil tempt thee to do good.
Q. Elis. Shall I forget myself, to be myself?
K. Rich. Ay, if your self's remembrance wrong

yourselt
Q. Élit. But thou didst kill my children.

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KING RICHARD III. Act 4. K.Rich. But in your daughter's womb I bury them: Where, in that nest of spicery, they shall breed Selves of themselves, to your recomforture.

Elis. Shall I go win my daughter to thy will ?
K. Rick. And be a happy mother by the deed.

Q. Eliz. I go.-Write to me very shortly,
And you shall understand from me her mind.
K. Rich. Bear her my true love's kiss, and so fare-

(Kissing ker. Ezit Q. Elizabetk. Relenting fool, and shallow, changing-woman! How now! what news?

Enter RATCLIFF; CATESBY following.
Rat. Most mighty sovereign, on the western coast
Rideth a puissant navy; to the shore
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.
K. Rich. Some light-foot friend post to the duke

of Norfolk:-
Ratcliff, thyself,-or Catesby; where is he?

Cate. Here, my good lord K. Rich.

Catesby, fly to the duke. Cate. I will, my lord, with all convenient haste.

K. Rich. Ratcliff, come hither: Post to Salisburyi When thou com'st thither,-Dull unmindful villain,

[To Catesby. Why stay'st thou here, and go'st not to the duke! Cate. First, mighty liege, tell me your highness's

pleasure, What from your grace I shall deliver to him. K. Rick. 6, true, good Catesby ;-Bid him levy

straight The greatest strength and power he can make, And meet me suddenly at Salisbury.

(Eait. Rat. What, may it please you, shall I do at

Salisbury?
K. Rick. Why, what wouldst thou do there, be-

fore I go
Rat. Your highness told me, I should post before.

Enter STANLEY.
X. Rich. My mind is chang'd.Stanley, what

news with you !

KING RICHARD III.
Stan. None good, my liege, to please you with
Nor nona so bad, but well may be reported.

K. Rich. Heyday, a riddlet neither good nor bad!
What need'st thou run so many miles about,
When thou mayat tell thy tale the nearest way?
Once more, what news!
Stan.

Richmond is on the seas.
K.Rich. There let him sink, and be the seas on him!
White-liver'd runagate, what doth he there!

Stan. I know not, mighty sovereign, but by guess
K. Rich. Well, as you guesa!
Stan. Stire'd up by Dorset, Buckingham, and
He makes for England, here to claim the crown.

Morton,
K. Rich. Is the chair empty is the sword us-

sway'a ?
Is the king dead! the empire uspossess'd!
What heir of York is there alive, but wel
And who is England's king, but great York's heir!
Then, tell me, what makes he upon the seas!

Stan. Unless for that, my liege, I cannot guess.
K. Rich. Unless for that he comes to be your liege,
You cannot guess wherefore the Welshman comes.
Thou wilt revolt, and Aly to him, I fear.

Stan. No, mighty liege; therefore mistrust me not.

K. Rich. Where is thy power then, to beat him
Where be thy tenants, and thy followers!
Are they not now upon the western shore,
Safe-etinducting the rebels from their ships!

Stan. No, my good lord, my friends are in the
K. Rich. Cold friends to me: What do they in

the worth,
When they should serve their sovereign in the west!
Star. They have not been commanded, mighty

king:
Pleaseth your majesty to give me leave,
l'Il muster up my friends; and meet your grace,
Where, and what time, your majesty shall please.
X. Rich. Ay, ay, thou wouldst be gone to join

with Richmond:
I will not trust you, sir.

Most mighty sovereign,
You have no cause to hold my friendship doubtful;
I never was, we never will be false.

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Stan. None good, my liege, to please you with

the hearing i
Nor none so bad,'but well may be reported.

X. Rich. Heyday, a riddle i neither good nor bad !
What need'st thou run so many miles about,
When thoa mayst tell thy tale the nearest way?
Once more, what news!
Stan.

Richmond is on the seas.
K. Rich. There let him sink, and be the seas on him!
White-liver'd runagate, what doth he there?

Stan. I know not, mighty sovereign, but by guess.
K. Rich. Well, as you guess ?
Stan. Stirr'a up by Dorset, Buckingham, and

Morton,
He makes for England, here to claim the crown.
K. Rich. Is the chair empty! is the sword un-

Sway'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!

Stan. Valess for that, my liege, I caqnot guess.

K. Rich. 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.

Stan. No, mighty liege; therefore mistrust me not.
K. Rich. Where is thy power then, to beat hina

back!
Where be thy tenants, and thy followers ?
Are they not now upon the western shore,
Safe-conducting 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 sovereign in the west 1
Stan. 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.
X. Rick. Ay, ay, thou wouldst be gone to join

weith Richmond :
I will not trust you, sir.
Stan.

Most mighty sovereign,
You have no cause to hold my friendship doubtful;
I never was, nor never will be false.

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K. Rich. Well, 80, muster men. But, hear you,

leave behind Your son, George Stanley: look your heart be firm, Or else his head's assurance is but frail. Stap. So deal with him, as I prove true to you.

[Exit Stanley Enter a Messenger. Mess. 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 more confederates, are in arms.

Enter another Messenger. 2 Mess. In Kent, my liege, the Guildfords are

in arms; And every hour more competitors Flock to the rebels, and their power grows strong.

Enter anotker 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. X. Rich.

0, I cry you mercy: There is my purse, to care that blow of thine. 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 sit, and made his course again for Bretagne.

K.Rid. March on, mareh on, since we are up in
If not to fight with foreign enemies,
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
with a mighty power landed at Milford,
Iscolder news, bat yet they must be toli.
K. Rich. Away towards Salisbury; while *

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.

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SCENE V.
A room in Lord Stanley's house.
Enter STANLEY and Sir CHRISTOPHER

URSWICK.
Stan. Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this from
Teat in the sty of this most bloody bear,

y son George Stanley is frank op in hold;
The fear of that withholds my present aid.
But tell me, where is princely Richmond now!
CloisAt Pembroke, or at Ha'rford-westein Wales.
n. What men of name resort to him?
Cris. Sir Walter Herbert, & renowned seldler;
Sz Gülbert Talbot, sir William Stanley
Oriund, redoubted Pembroke, sir James Blunt,
And Rice sp Thomas, with a valiant erew;
hand many other of great fame and worth
And wwards London do they bend their course,
Il by the way they be not fought withal.
Sim.

Well, hie thee to thy Lord; commend the

to him;
Tal him, the queen hath heartily consented
He shall espouse Elizabeth her danghter.
These letters will resolve him of my mind.

[Gives papers to Sir Christopher.

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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

in arms;
If not to fight with foreign enemies,
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 they must be told.
K. Rich. 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.

(Eseunt.
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
It'l revolt, oft goes young George's head

up in bold;
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 i
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.
Sian. Weú, hie thee to thy lord; commend me

to him ;
Tell him, the queen hath heartily consented
He shall espouse Elizabeth her daughter
These letters will resolve him of my mind.
Farewell. [Gives papers to Sir Christopher.

[Eseunt.

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