To high promotions and great dignity:

The king, that calls your beauteous daughter wife,
Familiarly shall call thy Dorset brother;

Again shall you be mother to a king,
Ai all the ruins of distressful times
Remir'd with double riches of content.
What! we have many goodly days to see:
The liquid drops of tears that you have shed
Ball come again, transform'd to orient pearl:
Aivantaging their loan, with interest
Often-times double gain of happiness.

then, my mother, to thy daughter go;

Make bold her bashful years with your experience;
Pare her ears to hear a wooer's tale;
Pin her tender heart the aspiring flame
felden sov reignty; acquaint the princess
We the sweet silent hours of marriage joys:
And when this arm of mine hath chastised

etty rebel, dull-brain'd Buckingham,

with triumphant garlands will I come, lead thy daughter to a conqueror's bed; wom I will retail my conquest won,

we shall be sole victress, Cæsar's Cæsar.

Ek2. What were I best to say? her father's brother be her lord? Or shall I say, her uncle? that slew her brothers and her uncles? what title shall I woo for thee, God, the law, my honour, and her love, make seem pleasing to her tender years? Rich. Infer fair England's peace by this alliance. Eliz. Which she shall purchase with still lasting

war.

K. Rich. Tell her, the king, that may command,

entreats.

Eliz. That at her hands which the king's King forbids.

K. Rick. Say, she shall be a high and mighty queen.
Eliz. To wail the title, as her mother doth.
Rich. Say, I will love her everlastingly.
Qiz. But how long shall that title, ever, last?
Rich. Sweetly in force unto her fair life's end.
Ez. But how long fairly shall her sweet life last?
Rich. As long as Heaven, and nature, lengthens it.
Eliz. As long as hell, and Richard, likes of it.
Rich Say, I, her sovereign, am her subject low.
Eliz. But she, your subject, loathes such sov'-
reignty.

Pick. Be eloquent in my behalf to her.

Eliz. An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told.
Lich. Then, plainly to her tell my loving tale.
E. Plain, and not honest, is too harsh a style.
Rich. Your reasons are too shallow and too quick.
Eliz. O, no, my reasons are too deep and dead;-
and dead, poor infants, in their graves.
Tach. Harp not on that string, madam; that is past.
Ez. Harp on it still shall I, till heartstrings break.
Hich. Now, by my George, my garter, and my

The time to come.

Q. Eliz. 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 butcher'd,
Old barren plants, to wail it with their age.
Swear not by time to come; for that thou hast
Misused ere used, by times ill-used o'er-past.

K. Rich. 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,
Im.naculate 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 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.

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

Q. Eliz. Yet, thou didst kill my children.

K Rich. But in your daughter's womb I bury them Where, in that nest of spicery, they will breed Selves of themselves to your recomforture.

Q. Eliz. Shall I go win my daughter to thy will? K. Rich. 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 farewell. [Kissing her. Exit Q. ELIZ. 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 our shores
Throng many doubtful hollow-hearted friends,
Unarm'd, and unresolv'd to beat them back :
"T is 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 Salisbury;

When thoa 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' pleasure,

What from your grace I shall deliver to him.

K. Rich. O, true, good Catesby :-Bid him levy straight

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

Cate. I

go.

[Exit.

Rat. What, may it please you, shall I do at Salisbury?

K. Rich. Why, what wouldst thou do there, before I go?

Rat. Your highness told me I should post before.
Enter STANLEY.

K. Rich. My mind is chang'd.-Stanley, what news with you?

Stan. None good, my liege, to please you with the bearing;

Nor none so bad but well may be reported.

K. Rich. Heyday, a riddle! neither good nor bad! What need'st thou run so many miles about, When thou 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'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 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 fly to him, I fear.

Stan. No, my good lord, therefore mistrust me not. K. Rich. 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?

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?
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.
K. Rich. Ay, thou wouldst be gone to join with

Richmond:

But I'll not trust thee.

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

K. Rich. 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.
Stan. 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 Guilfords are in ras And every hour more competitors = 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 death? [He strikes kam 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.
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?

3 Mess. Such proclamation hath been made. liege.

Enter another Messenger.

4 Mess. Sir Thomas Lovel, and lord marquis Dre "T is 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 uo; Who answer'd him, they came from Buckingham Hois'd sail, and made his course again for Bretagne Upon his party: he, mistrusting them, K. Rich. March on, march on, since we are n 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 take That is the best news. That the earl of Richmo Is with a mighty power landed at Milford, Is colder news, but yet they must be told.

K. Rich. Away towards Salisbury; while we rea here A royal battle might be won and lost :

Some one take order Buckingham be brought To Salisbury;-the rest march on with me. [E

SCENE V.-A Room in Lord Stanley's Ho Enter STANLEY and SIR CHRISTOPHER URSW That, in the sty of this most bloody boar, Stan. Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this from 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 conser. He shall espouse Elizabeth her daughter. But, tell me, where is princely Richmond now! Chris. At Pembroke, or at Ha`rford-west, in W 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; And many other of great name and worth: And towards London do they bend their powe, If by the way they be not fought withal.

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

■ Competitors-associates.

The sky doth frown and lour upon our army.
I would these dewy tears were from the ground.
Not shine to day! Why, what is that to me,
More than to Richmond? for the self-same heaven
That frowns on me looks sadly upon him.
Enter NORFOLK.

Nor Arm, arm, my lord; the foe vaunts in the field.
K. Rich. Come, bustle, bustle : - Caparison my

horse ;-
Call up lord Stanley, bid him bring his power:
I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain,
And thus my battle shall be ordered.

My forward shall be drawn out all in length,
Consisting equally of horse and foot;
Our archers shall be placed in the midst :
John duke of Norfolk, Thomas earl of Surrey,
Shall have the leading of the foot and horse.
They thus directed, we will follow

In the main battle; whose puissance on either side
Shall be well winged with our chiefest horse.
This, and Saint George to boot!-What think'st thou,
Norfolk?

Nor. A good direction, warlike sovereign.
This found I on my tent this morning. [ Giving a scroll.
K. Rich. [Reads.] “Jock y of Norfolk, be not so bold,
For Dickon thy master is bought and sold."
A thing devised by the enemy.-
Go, gentlemen, every man unto his charge:
Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls;
For conscience is a word that cowards use,
Devis'd at first to keep the strong in awe;
Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law.
March on, join bravely, let us to 't pell-mell;
If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell.

What shall I say more than I have inferr'd? Remember whom you are to cope withal;A sort of vagabonds, rascals, and runaways, A scum of Bretagnes, and base lackey peasants, Whom their o'er-cloyed country vomits forth To desperate ventures, and assur'd destruction. You sleeping safe, they bring you to unrest; You having lands, and bless'd with beauteous wives, They would restrain the one, distain the other. And who doth lead them but a paltry fellow, Long kept in Bretagne at our mother's cost? A milksop, one that never in his life Felt so much cold as over shoes in snow? Let's whip these stragglers o'er the seas again; Lash hence these overweening rags of France, These famish'd beggars, weary of their lives; Who, but for dreaming on this fond exploit, For want of means, poor rats, had hang'd themselves. If we be conquer'd, let men conquer us, And not these bastard Bretagnes, whom our fathers Have in their own land beaten, bobb'd, and thump'd, And, on record, left them the heirs of shame. Shall these enjoy our lands? lie with our wives? Ravish our daughters?-Hark, I hear their drum. [Drum afar off. Fight, gentlemen of England! fight boldly, yeomen ! Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head! Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood; Amaze the welkin with your broken staves!

SCENE IV. Another Part of the Field. Alarum: Excursions. Enter NORFOLK and Forces to him CATESBY.

The king enacts more wonders than a man,
Cate. Rescue, my lord of Norfolk, rescue, rescue!
Daring an opposite to every danger;
His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights,
Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death:
Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost!

Alarum. Enter KING RICHARD.

K. Rich. A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse, Cate Withdraw, my lord, I'll help you to a horse K. Rich. Slave, I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die: I think there be six Richmonds in the field; Five have I slain to-day, instead of him : A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! [Erent Alarums. Enter KING RICHARD and RICHMOND: they fight; RICHARD is slain.

Retreat and flourish. Then enter RICHMOND, STAN LEY bearing the crown, with divers other Lot, and Forces.

Richm. God, and your arms, be prais'd, victorias friends;

The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead.

Stan. Courageous Richmond, well hast thou acqu thee!

Lo, here, these long-usurped royalties,
From the dead temples of this bloody wretch
Have I pluck'd off, to grace thy brows withal;
Wear it, enjoy it, and make much of it.

Richm. Great God of heaven, say, amen, to all! But, tell me, is young George Stanley living? Stan. He is, my lord, and safe in Leicester town: Whither, if you please, we may withdraw us.

Richm. What men of name are slain on either s Stan. John duke of Norfolk, Walter lord Ferrers, Sir Robert Brakenbury, and sir William Brandon,

Richm. Inter their bodies as becomes their births. Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fled That in submission will return to us; And then, as we have ta en the sacrament, We will unite the white rose and the red; Smile Heaven upon this fair conjunction, That long bath frown'd upon their enmity! What traitor hears me, and says not amen? England hath long been mad, and scarr'd herself; The brother blindly shed the brother's blood, The father rashly slaughter'd his own son, The son, compell'd, been butcher to the sire; All this divided York and Lancaster,

Divided, in their dire division.

O, now let Richmond and Elizabeth,
The true succeeders of each royal house,
By God's fair ordinance conjoin together!
And let their heirs (God, if thy will be so)
Enrich the time to come with smooth-fac'd peace,
With smiling plenty, and fair prosperous days!
Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord,
That would reduce these bloody days again,
And make poor England weep in streams of bloo
Let them not live to taste this land's increase.
That would with treason wound this fair land's pear
Now civil wounds are stopp'd, peace lives again;
That she may long live here, God say-Amen! [Fr

a They fight: Richard is slain. This is the stage-directe all the old copies, and it is important to preserve it, as shemtr the course of the dramatic action. In the modern, edit we have, "Enter King Richard and Richmond; and cons fighting."

b Reduce-bring back; the Latin form of the word.