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The Life and Death of Richard the Third. Is with a mighty power Landed at Milford, Is colder Newes, but yet they must be told. Rich. Away towards Salsbury, while we reason here, A Royall batteil might be wonne and lost:
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Some one take order Buckingham be brought To Salsbury, the rest march on with me.
Florish. Exeunt
Scena Quarta. [Act 4, Scene 5] Enter Derby, and Sir Christopher. Der. Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this from me, That in the stye of the most deadly Bore, My Sonne George Stanley is frankt vp in hold:
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If I reuolt, off goes yong Georges head, The feare of that, holds off my present ayde. So get thee gone: commend me to thy Lord. Withall say, that the Queene hath heartily consented He should espouse Elizabeth hir daughter.
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But tell me, where is Princely Richmond now?
Chri. At Penbroke, or at Hertford West in Wales. Der. What men of Name resort to him. Chri, Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned Souldier, Sir Gilbert Talbot, Sir William Stanley,
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Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, Sir Iames 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 withall.
Der.
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Well hye thee to thy Lord: I kisse his hand, My Letter will resolue him of my minde. Farewell.
Exeunt
Actus Quintus. Scena Prima. [Act 5, Scene 1] Enter Buckingham with Halberds, led to Execution. Buc. Will not King Richard let me speake with him? Sher. No my good Lord, therefore be patient. Buc.
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Hastings, and Edwards children, Gray & Riuers, Holy King Henry, and thy faire Sonne Edward, Vaughan, and all that haue miscarried By vnder‑hand corrupted foule iniustice, If that your moody disconcented soules,
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Do through the clowds behold this present houre, Euen for reuenge mocke my destruction. This is All‑soules day (Fellow) is it not?
Sher. It is. Buc. Why then Al‑soules day, is my bodies doomsday
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This is the day, which in King Edwards time I wish'd might fall on me, when I was found False to his Children, and his Wiues Allies. This is the day, wherein I wisht to fall By the false Faith of him whom most I trusted.
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This, this All‑soules day to my fearfull Soule, Is the determin'd respit of my wrongs: That high All‑seer, which I dallied with,

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Hath turn'd my fained Prayer on my head, And giuen in earnest, what I begg'd in iest.
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Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men To turne their owne points in their Masters bosomes. Thus Margarets curse falles heauy on my necke: When he (quoth she) shall split thy heart with sorrow, Remember Margaret was a Prophetesse:
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Come leade me Officers to the blocke of shame, Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame.
Exeunt Buckingham with Officers.
Scena Secunda. [Act 5, Scene 2] Enter Richmond, Oxford, Blunt, Herbert, and others with drum and colours. Richm Fellowes in Armes, and my most louing Frends Bruis'd vnderneath the yoake of Tyranny, An ink mark follows the end of this line. Thus farre into the bowels of the Land,
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Haue we marcht on without impediment; And heere receiue we from our Father Stanley Lines of faire comfort and encouragement: The wretched, bloody and vsurping Boare, (That spoyl'd your Summer Fields, and fruitfull Vines)
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Swilles your warm blood like wash, & makes his trough In your embowel'd bosomes: This foule Swine Is now euen in the Centry of this Isle, Ne're to the Towne of Leicester, as we learne: From Tamworth thither, is but one dayes march.
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In Gods name cheerely on, couragious Friends, To reape the Haruest of perpetuall peace, By this one bloody tryall off sharpe Warre.
Oxf. Euery mans Conscience is a thousand men, To fight against this guilty Homicide. Her.
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I doubt not but his Friends will turne to vs.
Blunt. He hath no friends, but what are friends for fear, Which in his deerest neede will flye from him. Richm. All for our vantage, then in Gods name march, True Hope is swift, and flyes with Swallowes wings,
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Kings it makes Gods, and meaner creatures Kings.
Exeunt Omnes.
[Act 5, Scene 3] Enter King Richard in Armes with Norfolke, Ratcliffe, and the Earle of Surrey. Rich. Here pitch our Tent, euen here in Bosworth field, My Lord of Surrey, why looke you so sad? Sur. My heart is ten times lighter then my lookes. Rich. My Lord of Norfolke. Nor.
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Heere most gracious Liege.
Rich. Norfolke, we must haue knockes: Ha, must we not? Nor. We must both giue and take my louing Lord. Rich. Vp with my Tent, heere wil I lye to night, But where to morrow? Well, all's one for that.
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Who hath descried the number of the Traitors?
Nor. Six or seuen thousand is their vtmost power. Rich. Why our Battalia trebbles that account: Besides, the Kings name is a Tower of strength, Which they vpon the aduerse Faction want.
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Vp with the Tent: Come Noble Gentlemen, Let vs suruey the vantage of the ground. Call for some Men of sound direction: Let's

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Scena Tertia. [Act 4, Scene 4] Enter old Queene Margaret. Mar. So now prosperity begins to mellow, And drop into the rotten mouth of death: Heere in these Confines slily haue I lurkt, To watch the waining of mine enemies.
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A dire induction, am I witnesse to, And will to France, hoping the consequence Will proue as bitter, blacke, and Tragicall. Withdraw thee wretched Margaret, who comes heere?
Enter Dutchesse and Queene. Qu. Ah my poore Princes! ah my tender Babes:
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My vnblowed Flowres, new appearing sweets: If yet your gentle soules flye in the Ayre, And be not fixt in doome perpetuall, Houer about me with your ayery wings, And heare your mothers Lamentation.
Mar.
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Houer about her, say that right for right Hath dim'd your Infant morne, to Aged night.
Dut. So many miseries haue craz'd my voyce, That my woe‑wearied tongue is still and mute. Edward Plantagenet, why art thou dead? Mar.
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Plantagenet doth quit Plantagenet, Edward for Edward, payes a dying debt.
Qu. Wilt thou, O God, flye from such gentle Lambs, And throw them in the intrailes of the Wolfe ? When didst thou sleepe, when such a deed was done? Mar.
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When holy Harry dyed, and my sweet Sonne.
Dut. Dead life, blind sight, poore mortall liuing ghost, Woes Scene, Worlds shame, Graues due, by life vsurpt, Breefe abstract and record of tedious dayes, Rest thy vnrest on Englands lawfull earth,
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Vnlawfully made drunke with innocent blood.
Qu. Ah that thou would'st assoone affoord a Graue, As thou canst yeeld a melancholly seate: Then would I hide my bones, not rest them heere, Ah who hath any cause to mourne but wee? Mar.
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If ancient sorrow be most reuerent, Giue mine the benefit of signeurie, And let my greefes frowne on the vpper hand If sorrow can admit Society. I had an Edward, till a Richard kill'd him:
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I had a Husband, till a Richard kill'd him: Thou had'st an Edward, till a Richard kill'd him: Thou had'st a Richard, till a Richard kill'd him.
Dut. I had a Richard too, and thou did'st kill him; I had a Rutland too, thou hop'st to kill him. Mar.
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Thou had'st a Clarence too, And Richard kill'd him. From forth the kennell of thy wombe hath crept A Hell‑hound that doth hunt vs all to death: That Dogge, that had his teeth before his eyes,
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To worry Lambes, and lap their gentle blood: That foule defacer of Gods handy worke: That reignes in gauled eyes of weeping soules: That excellent grand Tyrant of the earth, Thy wombe let loose to chase vs to our graues.
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O vpright, iust, and true‑disposing God, How do I thanke thee, that this carnall Curre Prayes on the issue of his Mothers body, And makes her Pue‑fellow with others mone.
Dut. Oh Harries wife, triumph not in my woes:
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God witnesse with me, I haue wept for thine.
Mar. Beare with me: I am hungry for reuenge, And now I cloy me with beholding it. Thy Edward he is dead, that kill'd my Edward, The other Edward dead, to quit my Edward:
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Yong Yorke, he is but boote, because both they Matcht not the high perfection of my losse. Thy Clarence he is dead, that stab'd my Edward, And the beholders of this franticke play, Ih'adulterate Hastings, Riuers, Vaughan, Gray,
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Vntimely smother'd in their dusky Graues. Richard yet liues, Hels blacke Intelligencer, Onely reseru'd their Factor, to buy soules, And send them thither: But at hand, at hand Insues his pittious and vnpittied end.
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Earth gapes, Hell burnes, Fiends roare, Saints pray, To haue him sodainly conuey'd from hence: Cancell his bond of life, deere God I pray, That I may liue and say, The Dogge is dead.
Qu. O thou did'st prophesie, the time would come,
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That I should wish for thee to helpe me curse That bottel'd Spider, that foule bunch‑back'd Toad.
Mar. I call'd thee then, vaine flourish of my fortune: I call'd thee then, poore Shadow, painted Queen, The presentation of but what I was;
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The flattering Index of a direfull Pageant; One heau'd a high, to be hurl'd downe below: A Mother onely mockt with two faire Babes; A dreame of what thou wast, a garish Flagge To be the ayme of euery dangerous Shot;
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A signe of Dignity, a Breath, a Bubble; A Queene in ieast, onely to fill the Scene. Where is thy Husband now? Where be thy Brothers? Where be thy two Sonnes? Wherein dost thou Ioy? Who sues, and kneeles, and sayes, God saue the Queene?
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Where be the bending Peeres that flattered thee? Where be the thronging Troopes that followed thee? Decline all this, and see what now thou art. For happy Wife, a most distressed Widdow: For ioyfull Mother, one that wailes the name:
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For one being sued too, one that humbly sues: For Queene, a very Caytiffe, crown'd with care: For she that scorn'd at me, now scorn'd of me: For she being feared of all, now fearing one: For she commanding all, obey'd of none.
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Thus hath the course of Iustice whirl'd about, And left thee but a very prey to time, Hauing no more but Thought of what thou wast. To torture thee the more, being what thou art, Thou didst vsurpe my place, and dost thou not
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Vsurpe the iust proportion of my Sorrow? Now thy proud Necke, beares halfe my burthen'd yoke, From which, euen heere I slip my wearied head, And leaue the burthen of it all, on thee. Farwell Yorkes wife, and Queene of sad mischance,
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These English woes, shall make me smile in France.
Qu. O thou well skill'd in Curses, stay a‑while, And teach me how to curse mine enemies. Mar. Forbeare to sleepe the night, and fast the day: Compare dead happinesse, with liuing woe:
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Thinke that thy Babes were sweeter then they were, And he that slew them fowler then he is: Bett'ring thy losse, makes the bad causer worse, Reuoluing this, will teach thee how to Curse. An ink mark follows the end of this line.
Qu. My words are dull, O quicken them with thine. Mar.
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Thy woes will make them sharpe, And pierce like mine.
Exit Margaret. Dut. Why should calamity be full of words? Qu. Windy Atturnies to their Clients Woes, Ayery succeeders of intestine ioyes,
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Poore breathing Orators of miseries, Let them haue scope, though what they will impart, Helpe nothing els, yet do they ease the hart.
Dut. If so then, be not Tongue‑ty'd: go with me, And in the breath of bitter words, let's smother
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My damned Son, that thy two sweet Sonnes smother'd. The Trumpet sounds, be copious in exclaimes.
Enter King Richard, and his Traine. Rich. Who intercepts me in my Expedition? Dut. O she, that might haue intercepted thee By strangling thee in her aceursed accursed wombe,
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From all the slaughters (Wretch) that thou hast done.
Qu. Hid'st thou that Forhead with a Golden Crowne Where't should be branded, if that right were right? The slaughter of the Prince that ow'd that Crowne, And the dyre death of my poore Sonnes, and Brothers.
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Tell me thou Villaine‑slaue, where are my Children?
Dut. Thou Toad, thou Toade, Where is thy Brother Clarence? And little Ned Plantagenet his Sonne? Qu. Where is the gentle Riuers, Vaughan, Gray? Dut.
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Where is kinde Hastings?
Rich. A flourish Trumpets, strike Alarum Drummes: Let not the Heauens heare these Tell‑tale women Raile on the Lords Annointed. Strike I say. Flourish. Alarums. Either be patient, and intreat me fayre,
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Or with the clamorous report of Warre, Thus will I drowne your exclamations.
Dut. Art thou my Sonne? Rich. I, I thanke God, my Father, and your selfe. Dut. Then patiently heare my impatience. Rich.
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Madam, I haue a touch of your condition, That cannot brooke the accent of reproofe.
Dut. O let me speake. Rich. Do then, but Ile not heare. Dut. I will be milde, and gentle in my words. Rich.
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And breefe (good Mother) for I am in hast.
Dut. Art thou so hasty? I haue staid for thee (God knowes) in torment and in agony. Rich. And came I not at last to comfort you? Dut. No by the holy Rood, thou know'st it well,
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Thou cam'st on earth, to make the earth my Hell. A greeuous burthen was thy Birth to me, Tetchy and wayward was thy Infancie. Thy School‑daies frightfull, desp'rate, wilde, and furious, Thy prime of Manhood, daring, bold, and venturous:
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Thy Age confirm'd, proud, subtle, slye, and bloody, More milde, but yet more harmfull; Kinde in hatred: What comfortable houre canst thou name, That euer grac'd me with thy company?
Rich. Faith none, but Humfrey Hower,
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That call'd your Grace To Breakefast once, forth of my company. If I be so disgracious in your eye, Let me march on, and not offend you Madam. Strike vp the Drumme.
Dut.
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I prythee heare me speake.
Rich. You speake too bitterly. Dut. Heare me a word: For I shall neuer speake to thee againe. Rich. So. Dut.
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Either thou wilt dye, by Gods iust ordinance Ere from this warre thou turne a Conqueror: Or I with greefe and extreame Age shall perish, And neuer more behold thy face againe. Therefore take with thee my most greeuous Curse,
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Which in the day of Battell tyre thee more Then all the compleat Armour that thou wear'st. My Prayers on the aduerse party fight, And there the little soules of Edwards Children, Whisper the Spirits of thine Enemies,
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And promise them Successe and Victory: Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end: Shame serues thy life, and doth thy death attend.
Exit. Qu. Though far more cause, yet much lesse spirit to curse Abides in me, I say Amen to her. Rich.
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Stay Madam, I must talke a word with you.
Qu. I haue no more sonnes of the Royall Blood For thee to slaughter. For my Daughters ( Richard) They shall be praying Nunnes, not weeping Queenes: And therefore leuell not to hit their liues. Rich.
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You haue a daughter call'd Elizabeth, Vertuous and Faire, Royall and Gracious?
Qu. And must she dye for this? O let her liue, And Ile corrupt her Manners, staine her Beauty, Slander my Selfe, as false to Edwards bed:
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Throw ouer her the vaile of Infamy, So she may liue vnscarr'd of bleeding slaughter, I will confesse she was not Edwards daughter.
Rich. Wrong not her Byrth, she is a Royall Princesse. Qu. To saue her life, Ile say she is not so. Rich.
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Her life is safest onely in her byrth.
Qu. And onely in that safety, dyed her Brothers. Rich. Loe at their Birth, good starres were opposite. Qu. No, to their liues, ill friends were contrary. Rich. All vnauoyded is the doome of Destiny. Qu.
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True: when auoyded grace makes Destiny. My Babes were destin'd to a fairer death, If grace had blest thee with a fairer life.
Rich, You speake as if that I had slaine my Cosins? Qu. Cosins indeed, and by their Vnckle couzend,
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Of Comfort, Kingdome, Kindred, Freedome, Life, Whose hand soeuer lanch'd their tender hearts, Thy head (all indirectly) gaue direction. No doubt the murd'rous Knife was dull and blunt, Till it was whetted on thy stone‑hard heart,
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To reuell in the Intrailes of my Lambes. But that still vse of greefe, makes wilde greefe tame, My tongue should to thy eares not name my Boyes, Till that my Nayles were anchor'd in thine eyes: And I in such a desp'rate Bay of death,
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Like a poore Barke, of sailes and tackling reft, Rush all to peeces on thy Rocky bosome.
Rich. Madam, so thriue I in my enterprize And dangerous successe of bloody warres, As I intend more good to you and yours,
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Then euer you and yours by me were harm'd.
Qu. What good is couer'd with the face of heauen, To be discouered, that can do me good. Rich. Th'aduancement of your children, gentle Lady Qu. Vp to some Scaffold, there to lose their heads. Rich.
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Vnto the dignity and height of Fortune, The high Imperiall Type of this earths glory.
Qu. Flatter my sorrow with report of it: Tell me, what State, what Dignity, what Honor, Canst thou demise to any childe of mine. Rich.
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Euen all I haue; I, and my selfe and all, Will I withall indow a childe of thine: So in the Lethe of thy angry soule, Thou drowne the sad remembrance of those wrongs, Which thou supposest I haue done to thee.
Qu.
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Be breefe, least that the processe of thy kindnesse Last longer telling then thy kindness date.
Rich. Then know, That from my Soule, I loue thy Daughter. Qu. My daughters Mother thinkes it with her soule. Rich.
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What do you thinke?
Qu. That thou dost loue my daughter from thy soule So from thy Soules loue didst thou loue her Brothers, And from my hearts loue, I do thanke thee for it. Rich. Be not so hasty to confound my meaning:
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I meane that with my Soule I loue thy daughter, And do intend to make her Queene of England.
Qu. Well then, who dost y u meane shallbe her King. Rich. Euen he that makes her Queene: Who else should bee? Q .
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What, thou?
Rich. Euen so: How thinke you of it? Qu. How canst thou woo her? Rich. That I would learne of you, As one being best acquainted with her humour. Qu.
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And wilt thou learne of me ?
Rich. Madam, with all my heart. Qu. Send to her by the man that slew her Brothers, A paire of bleeding hearts: thereon ingraue Edward and Yorke, then haply will she weepe:
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Therefore present to her, as sometime Margaret Did to thy Father, steept in Rutlands blood, A hand‑kercheefe, which say to her did dreyne The purple sappe from her sweet Brothers body, And bid her wipe her weeping eyes withall.
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If this inducement moue her not to loue, Send her a Letter of thy Noble deeds: Tell her, thou mad'st away her Vnckle Clarence, Her Vnckle Riuers, I (and for her sake) Mad'st quicke conueyance with her good Aunt Anne.
Rich.
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You mocke me Madam, this not the way To win your daughter.
Qu. There is no other way, Vnlesse thou could'st put on some other shape, And not be Richard, that hath done all this. Rich.
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Say that 1 did all this for loue of her.
Qu. Nay then indeed she cannot choose but hate thee Hauing bought loue, with such a bloody spoyle. Rich. Looke what is done, cannot be now amended: Men shall deale vnaduisedly sometimes,
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Which after‑houres giues leysure to repent. If I did take the Kingdome from your Sonnes, To make amends, Ile giue it to your daughter: If I haue kill'd the issue of your wombe, To quicken your encrease, I will beget
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Mine yssue of your blood, vpon your Daughter: A Grandams name is little lesse in loue, Then is the doting Title of a Mother; They are as Children but one steppe below, Euen of your mettall, of your very blood:
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Of all one paine, saue for a night of groanes Endur'd of her, for whom you bid like sorrow. Your Children were vexation to your youth, But mine shall be a comfort to your Age, The losse you haue, is but a Sonne being King,
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And by that losse, your Daughter is made Queene. I cannot make you what amends I would, Therefore accept such kindnesse as I can. Dorset your Sonne, that with a fearfull soule Leads discontented steppes in Forraine soyle,
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This faire Alliance, quickly shall call home To high Promotions, and great Dignity. The King that calles your beauteous Daughter Wife, Familiarly shall call thy Dorset, Brother: Againe shall you be Mother to a King:
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And all the Ruines of distressefull Times, Repayr'd with double Riches of Content. What? we haue many goodly dayes to see: The liquid drops of Teares that you haue shed, Shall come againe, transform'd to Orient Pearle,
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Aduantaging their Loue, with interest Of ten‑times double gaine of happinesse. Go then (my Mother) to thy Daughter go, Make bold her bashfull yeares, with your experience, Prepare her eares to heare a Woers Tale.
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Put in her tender heart, th'aspiring Flame Of Golden Soueraignty: Acquaint the Princesse With the sweet silent houres of Marriage ioyes: And when this Arme of mine hath chastised The petty Rebell, dull‑brain'd Buckingham,
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Bound with Triumphant Garlands will I come, And leade thy daughter to a Conquerors bed: To whom I will retaile my Conquest wonne, And she shalbe sole Victoresse, Cæsars Cæsar.
Qu. What were I best to say, her Fathers Brother
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Would be her Lord ? Or shall I say her Vnkle? Or he that slew her Brothers, and her Vnkles? Vnder what Title shall I woo for thee, That God, the Law, my Honor, and her Loue, Can make seeme pleasing to her tender yeares?
Rich.
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Inferre faire Englands peace by this Alliance.
Qu. Which she shall purchase with stil lasting warre. Rich. Tell her, the King that may command, intreats. Qu. That at her hands, which the kings King forbids. Rich. Say she shall be a High and Mighty Queene. Qu.
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To vaile the Title, as her Mother doth.
Rich. Say I will loue her euerlastingly. Qu. But how long shall that title euer last? Rich. Sweetly in force, vnto her faire liues end. Qu. But how long fairely shall her sweet life last? Rich.
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As long as Heauen and Nature lengthens it.
Qu. As long as Hell and Richard likes of it. Rich. Say, I her Soueraigne, am her Subiect low. Qu. But she your Subiect, lothes such Soueraignty. Rich. Be eloquent in my behalfe to her. Qu.
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An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told.
Rich. Then plainly, to her, tell my louing tale. Qu. Plaine and not honest, is too harsh a style. Rich. Your Reasons are too shallow, and to quicke. Qu. O no, my Reasons are too deepe and dead,
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Too deepe and dead (poore Infants) in their graues, Harpe on it still shall I, till heart‑strings breake.
Rich. Harpe not on that string Madam, that is past. Now by my George, my Garter, and my Crowne. Qu. Prophan'd, dishonor'd, and the third vsurpt. Rich.
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I sweare.
Qu. By nothing, for this is no Oath: Thy George prophan'd, hath lost his Lordly Honor; Thy Garter blemish'd, pawn'd his Knightly Vertue; Thy Crowne vsurp'd, disgrac'd his Kingly Glory:
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If something thou would'st sweare to be beleeu'd, Sweare then by something, that thou hast not wrong'd.
Rich. Then by my Selfe. Qu. Thy Selfe, is selfe‑misvs'd. Rich. Now by the World. Qu.
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'Tis full of thy foule wrongs.
Rich. My Fathers death. Qu. Thy life hath it dishonor'd. Rich. Why then, by Heauen. Qu. Hea uens wrong is most of all:
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If thou didd'st feare to breake an Oath with him, The vnity the King my husband made, Thou had'st not broken, nor my Brothers died. If thou had'st fear'd to breake an oath by him, Th'Imperiall mettall, circling now thy head,
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Had grac'd the tender temples of my Child, And both the Princes had bene breathing heere, Which now two tender Bed‑fellowes for dust, Thy broken Faith hath made the prey for Wormes. What can'st thou sweare by now.
Rich.
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The time to come.
Qu. That thou hast wronged in the time ore‑past: For I my selfe haue many teares to wash Heereafter time, for time past, wrong'd by thee. The Children liue, whose Fathers thou hast slaughter'd,
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Vngouern'd youth, to waile it with their age: The Parents liue, whose Children thou hast butcher'd, Old barren Plants, to waile it with their Age. Sweare not by time to come, for that thou hast Misvs'd ere vs'd, by times ill‑vs'd repast.
Rich.
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As I entend to prosper, and repent: So thriue I in my dangerous Affayres Of hostile Armes: My selfe, my selfe confound: Heauen, and Fortune barre me happy houres: Day, yeeld me not thy light; nor Night, thy rest.
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Be opposite all Planets of good lucke To my proceeding, if with deere hearts loue, Immaculate deuotion, holy thoughts, I tender not thy beautious Princely daughter. In her, consists my Happinesse, and thine:
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Without her, followes to my selfe, and thee; Her selfe, the Land, and many a Christian soule, Death, Desolation, Ruine, and Decay: It cannot be auoyded, but by this: It will not be auoyded, but by this.
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Therefore deare Mother (I must call you so) Be the Atturney of my loue to her: Pleade what I will be, not what I haue beene; Not my deserts, but what I will deserue: Vrge the Necessity and state of times,
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And be not peeuish found, in great Designes.
Qu. Shall I be tempted of the Diuel thus? Rich. I, if the Diuell tempt you to do good. Qu. Shall I forget my selfe, to be my selfe. Rich. I, if your selfes remembrance wrong your selfe. Qu.
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Yet thou didst kil my Children.
Rich. But in your daughters wombe I bury them. Where in that Nest of Spicery they will breed Selues of themselues, to your recomforture. Qu. Shall I go win my daughter to thy will ? Rich.
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And be a happy Mother by the deed.
Qu. I go, write to me very shortly, And you shal vnderstand from me her mind. Exit Q. Rich. Beare her my true loues kisse, and so farewell. Relenting Foole, and shallow‑changing Woman.
[3070]
How now, what newes?
Enter Ratcliffe. Rat. Most mightie Soueraigne, on the Westerne Coast Rideth a puissant Nauie: to our Shores Throng many doubtfull hollow‑hearted friends, Vnarm'd, and vnresolu'd to beat them backe.
[3075]
'Tis thought, that Richmond is their Admirall: And there they hull, expecting but the aide Of Buckingham, to welcome them ashore.
Rich. Some light‑foot friend post to yͤ Duke of Norfolk: Ratcliffe thy selfe, or Catesby, where is hee? Cat.
[3080]
Here, my good Lord.
Rich. Catesby, flye to the Duke. Cat. I will, my Lord, with all conuenient haste. Rich. Catesby come hither, poste to Salisbury: When thou com'st thither: Dull vnmindfull Villaine,
[3085]
Why stay'st thou here, and go'st not to the Duke?
Cat. First, mighty Liege, tell me your Highnesse pleasure, What from your Grace I shall deliuer to him. Rich. O true, good Catesby, bid him leuie straight The greatest strength and power that he can make,
[3090]
And meet me suddenly at Salisbury.
Cat. I goe. Exit. Rat. What, may it please you, shall I doe at Salis­ bury? Rich. Why, what would'st thou doe there, before I goe? Rat. Your Highnesse told me I should poste before. Rich.
[3095]
My minde is chang'd: Enter Lord Stanley. Stanley, what newes with you?
Sta. None, good my Liege, to please you with yͤ hearing, Nor none so bad, but well may be reported. Rich. Hoyday, a Riddle, neither good nor bad:
[3100]
What need'st thou runne so many miles about, When thou mayest tell thy Tale the neerest way? Once more, what newes?
Stan. Richmond is on the Seas. Rich. There let him sinke, and be the Seas on him,
[3105]
White‑liuer'd Runnagate, what doth he there?
Stan. I know not, mightie Soueraigne, but by guesse. Rich. Well, as you guesse. Stan. Stirr'd vp by Dorset, Buckingham, and Morton, He makes for England, here to clayme the Crowne. Rich.
[3110]
Is the Chayre emptie? is the Sword vnsway'd? Is the King dead? the Empire vnpossest? What Heire of Yorke is there aliue, but wee? And who is Englands King, but great Yorkes Heire? Then tell me, what makes he vpon the Seas?
Stan.
[3115]
Vnlesse for that, my Liege, I cannot guesse.
Rich. Vnlesse for that he comes to be your Liege, You cannot guesse wherefore the Welchman comes. Thou wilt reuolt, and flye to him, I feare. Stan. No, my good Lord, therefore mistrust me not. Rich.
[3120]
Where is thy Power then, to beat him back ? Where be thy Tenants, and thy followers? Are they not now vpon the Westerne Shore, Safe‑conducting the Rebels from their Shippes?
Stan. No, my good Lord, my friends are in the North. Rich.
[3125]
Cold friends to me: what do they in the North, When they should serue their Soueraigne in the West?
Stan. They haue not been commanded, mighty King: Pleaseth your Maiestie to giue me leaue, Ile muster vp my friends, and meet your Grace,
[3130]
Where, and what time your Maiestie shall please.
Rich. I, thou would'st be gone, to ioyne with Richmond: But Ile not trust thee. Stan. Most mightie Soueraigne, You haue no cause to hold my friendship doubtfull,
[3135]
I neuer was, nor neuer will be false.
Rich. Goe then, and muster men: but leaue behind Your Sonne George Stanley: looke your heart be firme, Or else his Heads assurance is but fraile. Stan. So deale with him, as I proue true to you. Exit Stanley. Enter a Messenger. Mess.
[3140]
My gracious Soueraigne, now in Deuonshire, As I by friends am well aduertised, Sir Edward Courtney, and the haughtie Prelate, Bishop of Exeter, his elder Brother, With many moe Confederates, are in Armes.
Enter another Messenger. Mess.
[3145]
In Kent, my Liege, the Guilfords are in Armes, And euery houre more Competitors Flocke to the Rebels, and their power growes strong.
Enter another Messenger. Mess. My Lord, the Armie of great Buckingham. Rich. Out on ye, Owles, nothing but Songs of Death, He striketh him.
[3150]
There, take thou that, till thou bring better newes.
Mess. The newes I haue to tell your Maiestie, Is, that by sudden Floods, and fall of Waters, Buckinghams Armie is dispers'd and scatter'd, And he himselfe wandred away alone,
[3155]
No man knowes whither.
Rich. I cry thee mercie: There is my Purse, to cure that Blow of thine. Hath any well‑aduised friend proclaym'd Reward to him that brings the Traytor in? Mess.
[3160]
Such Proclamation hath been made, my Lord.
Enter another Messenger. Mess. Sir Thomas Louell, and Lord Marquesse Dorset, 'Tis said, my Liege, in Yorkeshire are in Armes: But this good comfort bring I to your Highnesse, The Brittaine Nauie is dispers'd by Tempest.
[3165]
Richmond in Dorsetshire sent out a Boat Vnto the shore, to aske those on the Banks, If they were his Assistants, yea, or no? Who answer'd him, they came from Buckingham, Vpon his partie: he mistrusting them,
[3170]
Hoys'd sayle, and made his course againe for Brittaine.
Rich. March on, march on, since we are vp in Armes, If not to fight with forraine Enemies, Yet to beat downe these Rebels here at home. Enter Catesby. Cat. My Liege, the Duke of Buckingham is taken,
[3175]
That is the best newes: that the Earle of Richmond Is with a mighty power Landed at Milford, Is colder Newes, but yet they must be told.
Rich. Away towards Salsbury, while we reason here, A Royall batteil might be wonne and lost:
[3180]
Some one take order Buckingham be brought To Salsbury, the rest march on with me.
Florish. Exeunt
 

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   <head rend="italic center">Scena Tertia.</head>
   <head type="supplied">[Act 4, Scene 4]</head>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter old Queene Margaret.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qma">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
      <l n="2621">So now prosperity begins to mellow,</l>
      <l n="2622">And drop into the rotten mouth of death:</l>
      <l n="2623">Heere in these Confines slily haue I lurkt,</l>
      <l n="2624">To watch the waining of mine enemies.</l>
      <l n="2625">A dire induction, am I witnesse to,</l>
      <l n="2626">And will to France, hoping the consequence</l>
      <l n="2627">Will proue as bitter, blacke, and Tragicall.</l>
      <l n="2628">Withdraw thee wretched<hi rend="italic">Margaret</hi>, who comes heere?</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Dutchesse and Queene.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2629">Ah my poore Princes! ah my tender Babes:</l>
      <l n="2630">My vnblowed Flowres, new appearing sweets:</l>
      <l n="2631">If yet your gentle soules flye in the Ayre,</l>
      <l n="2632">And be not fixt in doome perpetuall,</l>
      <l n="2633">Houer about me with your ayery wings,</l>
      <l n="2634">And heare your mothers Lamentation.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qma">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
      <l n="2635">Houer about her, say that right for right</l>
      <l n="2636">Hath dim'd your Infant morne, to Aged night.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-duc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dut.</speaker>
      <l n="2637">So many miseries haue craz'd my voyce,</l>
      <l n="2638">That my woe‑wearied tongue is still and mute.</l>
      <l n="2639">
         <hi rend="italic">Edward Plantagenet</hi>, why art thou dead?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qma">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
      <l n="2640">
         <hi rend="italic">Plantagenet</hi>doth quit<hi rend="italic">Plantagenet</hi>,</l>
      <l n="2641">
         <hi rend="italic">Edward</hi>for<hi rend="italic">Edward</hi>, payes a dying debt.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2642">Wilt thou, O God, flye from such gentle Lambs,</l>
      <l n="2643">And throw them in the intrailes of the Wolfe<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </l>
      <l n="2644">When didst thou sleepe, when such a deed was done?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qma">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
      <l n="2645">When holy<hi rend="italic">Harry</hi>dyed, and my sweet Sonne.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-duc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dut.</speaker>
      <l n="2646">Dead life, blind sight, poore mortall liuing ghost,</l>
      <l n="2647">Woes Scene, Worlds shame, Graues due, by life vsurpt,</l>
      <l n="2648">Breefe abstract and record of tedious dayes,</l>
      <l n="2649">Rest thy vnrest on Englands lawfull earth,</l>
      <l n="2650">Vnlawfully made drunke with innocent blood.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2651">Ah that thou would'st assoone affoord a Graue,</l>
      <l n="2652">As thou canst yeeld a melancholly seate:</l>
      <l n="2653">Then would I hide my bones, not rest them heere,</l>
      <l n="2654">Ah who hath any cause to mourne but wee?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qma">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
      <l n="2655">If ancient sorrow be most reuerent,</l>
      <l n="2656">Giue mine the benefit of signeurie,</l>
      <l n="2657">And let my greefes frowne on the vpper hand</l>
      <l n="2658">If sorrow can admit Society.</l>
      <l n="2659">I had an<hi rend="italic">Edward</hi>, till a<hi rend="italic">Richard</hi>kill'd him:</l>
      <l n="2660">I had a Husband, till a<hi rend="italic">Richard</hi>kill'd him:</l>
      <l n="2661">Thou had'st an<hi rend="italic">Edward</hi>, till a<hi rend="italic">Richard</hi>kill'd him:</l>
      <l n="2662">Thou had'st a<hi rend="italic">Richard</hi>, till a<hi rend="italic">Richard</hi>kill'd him.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-duc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dut.</speaker>
      <l n="2663">I had a<hi rend="italic">Richard</hi>too, and thou did'st kill him;</l>
      <l n="2664">I had a<hi rend="italic">Rutland</hi>too, thou hop'st to kill him.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qma">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
      <l n="2665">Thou had'st a<hi rend="italic">Clarence</hi>too,</l>
      <l n="2666">And<hi rend="italic">Richard</hi>kill'd him.</l>
      <l n="2667">From forth the kennell of thy wombe hath crept</l>
      <l n="2668">A Hell‑hound that doth hunt vs all to death:</l>
      <l n="2669">That Dogge, that had his teeth before his eyes,</l>
      <l n="2670">To worry Lambes, and lap their gentle blood:</l>
      <l n="2671">That foule defacer of Gods handy worke:</l>
      <l n="2672">That reignes in gauled eyes of weeping soules:</l>
      <l n="2673">That excellent grand Tyrant of the earth,</l>
      <l n="2674">Thy wombe let loose to chase vs to our graues.</l>
      <l n="2675">O vpright, iust, and true‑disposing God,</l>
      <l n="2676">How do I thanke thee, that this carnall Curre</l>
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      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="2677">Prayes on the issue of his Mothers body,</l>
      <l n="2678">And makes her Pue‑fellow with others mone.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-duc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dut.</speaker>
      <l n="2679">Oh<hi rend="italic">Harries</hi>wife, triumph not in my woes:</l>
      <l n="2680">God witnesse with me, I haue wept for thine.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qma">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
      <l n="2681">Beare with me: I am hungry for reuenge,</l>
      <l n="2682">And now I cloy me with beholding it.</l>
      <l n="2683">Thy<hi rend="italic">Edward</hi>he is dead, that kill'd my<hi rend="italic">Edward</hi>,</l>
      <l n="2684">The other<hi rend="italic">Edward</hi>dead, to quit my<hi rend="italic">Edward:</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="2685">Yong Yorke, he is but boote, because both they</l>
      <l n="2686">Matcht not the high perfection of my losse.</l>
      <l n="2687">Thy<hi rend="italic">Clarence</hi>he is dead, that stab'd my<hi rend="italic">Edward</hi>,</l>
      <l n="2688">And the beholders of this franticke play,</l>
      <l n="2689">Ih'adulterate<hi rend="italic">Hastings, Riuers, Vaughan, Gray,</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="2690">Vntimely smother'd in their dusky Graues.</l>
      <l n="2691">
         <hi rend="italic">Richard</hi>yet liues, Hels blacke Intelligencer,</l>
      <l n="2692">Onely reseru'd their Factor, to buy soules,</l>
      <l n="2693">And send them thither: But at hand, at hand</l>
      <l n="2694">Insues his pittious and vnpittied end.</l>
      <l n="2695">Earth gapes, Hell burnes, Fiends roare, Saints pray,</l>
      <l n="2696">To haue him sodainly conuey'd from hence:</l>
      <l n="2697">Cancell his bond of life, deere God I pray,</l>
      <l n="2698">That I may liue and say, The Dogge is dead.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2699">O thou did'st prophesie, the time would come,</l>
      <l n="2700">That I should wish for thee to helpe me curse</l>
      <l n="2701">That bottel'd Spider, that foule bunch‑back'd Toad.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qma">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
      <l n="2702">I call'd thee then, vaine flourish of my fortune:</l>
      <l n="2703">I call'd thee then, poore Shadow, painted Queen,</l>
      <l n="2704">The presentation of but what I was;</l>
      <l n="2705">The flattering Index of a direfull Pageant;</l>
      <l n="2706">One heau'd a high, to be hurl'd downe below:</l>
      <l n="2707">A Mother onely mockt with two faire Babes;</l>
      <l n="2708">A dreame of what thou wast, a garish Flagge</l>
      <l n="2709">To be the ayme of euery dangerous Shot;</l>
      <l n="2710">A signe of Dignity, a Breath, a Bubble;</l>
      <l n="2711">A Queene in ieast, onely to fill the Scene.</l>
      <l n="2712">Where is thy Husband now? Where be thy Brothers?</l>
      <l n="2713">Where be thy two Sonnes? Wherein dost thou Ioy?</l>
      <l n="2714">Who sues, and kneeles, and sayes, God saue the Queene?</l>
      <l n="2715">Where be the bending Peeres that flattered thee?</l>
      <l n="2716">Where be the thronging Troopes that followed thee?</l>
      <l n="2717">Decline all this, and see what now thou art.</l>
      <l n="2718">For happy Wife, a most distressed Widdow:</l>
      <l n="2719">For ioyfull Mother, one that wailes the name:</l>
      <l n="2720">For one being sued too, one that humbly sues:</l>
      <l n="2721">For Queene, a very Caytiffe, crown'd with care:</l>
      <l n="2722">For she that scorn'd at me, now scorn'd of me:</l>
      <l n="2723">For she being feared of all, now fearing one:</l>
      <l n="2724">For she commanding all, obey'd of none.</l>
      <l n="2725">Thus hath the course of Iustice whirl'd about,</l>
      <l n="2726">And left thee but a very prey to time,</l>
      <l n="2727">Hauing no more but Thought of what thou wast.</l>
      <l n="2728">To torture thee the more, being what thou art,</l>
      <l n="2729">Thou didst vsurpe my place, and dost thou not</l>
      <l n="2730">Vsurpe the iust proportion of my Sorrow?</l>
      <l n="2731">Now thy proud Necke, beares halfe my burthen'd yoke,</l>
      <l n="2732">From which, euen heere I slip my wearied head,</l>
      <l n="2733">And leaue the burthen of it all, on thee.</l>
      <l n="2734">Farwell Yorkes wife, and Queene of sad mischance,</l>
      <l n="2735">These English woes, shall make me smile in France.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2736">O thou well skill'd in Curses, stay a‑while,</l>
      <l n="2737">And teach me how to curse mine enemies.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qma">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
      <l n="2738">Forbeare to sleepe the night, and fast the day:</l>
      <l n="2739">Compare dead happinesse, with liuing woe:</l>
      <l n="2740">Thinke that thy Babes were sweeter then they were,</l>
      <l n="2741">And he that slew them fowler then he is:</l>
      <l n="2742">Bett'ring thy losse, makes the bad causer worse,</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="2743">Reuoluing this, will teach thee how to Curse.</l>
      <note resp="#ES">An ink mark follows the end of this line.</note>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2744">My words are dull, O quicken them with thine.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qma">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
      <l n="2745">Thy woes will make them sharpe,</l>
      <l n="2746">And pierce like mine.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Margaret.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-r3-duc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dut.</speaker>
      <l n="2747">Why should calamity be full of words?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2748">Windy Atturnies to their Clients Woes,</l>
      <l n="2749">Ayery succeeders of intestine ioyes,</l>
      <l n="2750">Poore breathing Orators of miseries,</l>
      <l n="2751">Let them haue scope, though what they will impart,</l>
      <l n="2752">Helpe nothing els, yet do they ease the hart.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-duc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dut.</speaker>
      <l n="2753">If so then, be not Tongue‑ty'd: go with me,</l>
      <l n="2754">And in the breath of bitter words, let's smother</l>
      <l n="2755">My damned Son, that thy two sweet Sonnes smother'd.</l>
      <l n="2756">The Trumpet sounds, be copious in exclaimes.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter King Richard, and his Traine.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="2757">Who intercepts me in my Expedition?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-duc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dut.</speaker>
      <l n="2758">O she, that might haue intercepted thee</l>
      <l n="2759">By strangling thee in her<choice>
            <orig>aceursed</orig>
            <corr>accursed</corr>
         </choice>wombe,</l>
      <l n="2760">From all the slaughters (Wretch) that thou hast done.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2761">Hid'st thou that Forhead with a Golden Crowne</l>
      <l n="2762">Where't should be branded, if that right were right?</l>
      <l n="2763">The slaughter of the Prince that ow'd that Crowne,</l>
      <l n="2764">And the dyre death of my poore Sonnes, and Brothers.</l>
      <l n="2765">Tell me thou Villaine‑slaue, where are my Children?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-duc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dut.</speaker>
      <l n="2766">Thou Toad, thou Toade,</l>
      <l n="2767">Where is thy Brother<hi rend="italic">Clarence</hi>?</l>
      <l n="2768">And little<hi rend="italic">Ned Plantagenet</hi>his Sonne?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2769">Where is the gentle<hi rend="italic">Riuers, Vaughan, Gray</hi>?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-duc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dut.</speaker>
      <l n="2770">Where is kinde<hi rend="italic">Hastings</hi>?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="2771">A flourish Trumpets, strike Alarum Drummes:</l>
      <l n="2772">Let not the Heauens heare these Tell‑tale women</l>
      <l n="2773">Raile on the Lords Annointed. Strike I say.</l>
      <stage rend="italic center" type="business">Flourish. Alarums.</stage>
      <l n="2774">Either be patient, and intreat me fayre,</l>
      <l n="2775">Or with the clamorous report of Warre,</l>
      <l n="2776">Thus will I drowne your exclamations.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-duc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dut.</speaker>
      <l n="2777">Art thou my Sonne?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="2778">I, I thanke God, my Father, and your selfe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-duc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dut.</speaker>
      <l n="2779">Then patiently heare my impatience.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="2780">Madam, I haue a touch of your condition,</l>
      <l n="2781">That cannot brooke the accent of reproofe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-duc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dut.</speaker>
      <l n="2782">O let me speake.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="2783">Do then, but Ile not heare.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-duc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dut.</speaker>
      <l n="2784">I will be milde, and gentle in my words.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="2785">And breefe (good Mother) for I am in hast.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-duc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dut.</speaker>
      <l n="2786">Art thou so hasty? I haue staid for thee</l>
      <l n="2787">(God knowes) in torment and in agony.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="2788">And came I not at last to comfort you?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-duc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dut.</speaker>
      <l n="2789">No by the holy Rood, thou know'st it well,</l>
      <l n="2790">Thou cam'st on earth, to make the earth my Hell.</l>
      <l n="2791">A greeuous burthen was thy Birth to me,</l>
      <l n="2792">Tetchy and wayward was thy Infancie.</l>
      <l n="2793">Thy School‑daies frightfull, desp'rate, wilde, and furious,</l>
      <l n="2794">Thy prime of Manhood, daring, bold, and venturous:</l>
      <l n="2795">Thy Age confirm'd, proud, subtle, slye, and bloody,</l>
      <l n="2796">More milde, but yet more harmfull; Kinde in hatred:</l>
      <l n="2797">What comfortable houre canst thou name,</l>
      <l n="2798">That euer grac'd me with thy company?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="2799">Faith none, but<hi rend="italic">Humfrey Hower</hi>,</l>
      <l n="2800">That call'd your Grace</l>
      <l n="2801">To Breakefast once, forth of my company.</l>
      <l n="2802">If I be so disgracious in your eye,</l>
      <l n="2803">Let me march on, and not offend you Madam.</l>
      <l n="2804">Strike vp the Drumme.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-duc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dut.</speaker>
      <l n="2805">I prythee heare me speake.</l>
   </sp>
   <pb facs="FFimg:axc0553-0.jpg" n="197"/>
   <cb n="1"/>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="2806">You speake too bitterly.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-duc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dut.</speaker>
      <l n="2807">Heare me a word:</l>
      <l n="2808">For I shall neuer speake to thee againe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="2809">So.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-duc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dut.</speaker>
      <l n="2810">Either thou wilt dye, by Gods iust ordinance</l>
      <l n="2811">Ere from this warre thou turne a Conqueror:</l>
      <l n="2812">Or I with greefe and extreame Age shall perish,</l>
      <l n="2813">And neuer more behold thy face againe.</l>
      <l n="2814">Therefore take with thee my most greeuous Curse,</l>
      <l n="2815">Which in the day of Battell tyre thee more</l>
      <l n="2816">Then all the compleat Armour that thou wear'st.</l>
      <l n="2817">My Prayers on the aduerse party fight,</l>
      <l n="2818">And there the little soules of<hi rend="italic">Edwards</hi>Children,</l>
      <l n="2819">Whisper the Spirits of thine Enemies,</l>
      <l n="2820">And promise them Successe and Victory:</l>
      <l n="2821">Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end:</l>
      <l n="2822">Shame serues thy life, and doth thy death attend.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2823">Though far more cause, yet much lesse spirit to curse</l>
      <l n="2824">Abides in me, I say Amen to her.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="2825">Stay Madam, I must talke a word with you.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2826">I haue no more sonnes of the Royall Blood</l>
      <l n="2827">For thee to slaughter. For my Daughters (<hi rend="italic">Richard</hi>)</l>
      <l n="2828">They shall be praying Nunnes, not weeping Queenes:</l>
      <l n="2829">And therefore leuell not to hit their liues.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="2830">You haue a daughter call'd<hi rend="italic">Elizabeth</hi>,</l>
      <l n="2831">Vertuous and Faire, Royall and Gracious?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2832">And must she dye for this? O let her liue,</l>
      <l n="2833">And Ile corrupt her Manners, staine her Beauty,</l>
      <l n="2834">Slander my Selfe, as false to<hi rend="italic">Edwards</hi>bed:</l>
      <l n="2835">Throw ouer her the vaile of Infamy,</l>
      <l n="2836">So she may liue vnscarr'd of bleeding slaughter,</l>
      <l n="2837">I will confesse she was not<hi rend="italic">Edwards</hi>daughter.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="2838">Wrong not her Byrth, she is a Royall Princesse.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2839">To saue her life, Ile say she is not so.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="2840">Her life is safest onely in her byrth.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2841">And onely in that safety, dyed her Brothers.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="2842">Loe at their Birth, good starres were opposite.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2843">No, to their liues, ill friends were contrary.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="2844">All vnauoyded is the doome of Destiny.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2845">True: when auoyded grace makes Destiny.</l>
      <l n="2846">My Babes were destin'd to a fairer death,</l>
      <l n="2847">If grace had blest thee with a fairer life.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich,</speaker>
      <l n="2848">You speake as if that I had slaine my Cosins?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2849">Cosins indeed, and by their Vnckle couzend,</l>
      <l n="2850">Of Comfort, Kingdome, Kindred, Freedome, Life,</l>
      <l n="2851">Whose hand soeuer lanch'd their tender hearts,</l>
      <l n="2852">Thy head (all indirectly) gaue direction.</l>
      <l n="2853">No doubt the murd'rous Knife was dull and blunt,</l>
      <l n="2854">Till it was whetted on thy stone‑hard heart,</l>
      <l n="2855">To reuell in the Intrailes of my Lambes.</l>
      <l n="2856">But that still vse of greefe, makes wilde greefe tame,</l>
      <l n="2857">My tongue should to thy eares not name my Boyes,</l>
      <l n="2858">Till that my Nayles were anchor'd in thine eyes:</l>
      <l n="2859">And I in such a desp'rate Bay of death,</l>
      <l n="2860">Like a poore Barke, of sailes and tackling reft,</l>
      <l n="2861">Rush all to peeces on thy Rocky bosome.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="2862">Madam, so thriue I in my enterprize</l>
      <l n="2863">And dangerous successe of bloody warres,</l>
      <l n="2864">As I intend more good to you and yours,</l>
      <l n="2865">Then euer you and yours by me were harm'd.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2866">What good is couer'd with the face of heauen,</l>
      <l n="2867">To be discouered, that can do me good.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="2868">Th'aduancement of your children, gentle Lady</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2869">Vp to some Scaffold, there to lose their heads.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="2870">Vnto the dignity and height of Fortune,</l>
      <l n="2871">The high Imperiall Type of this earths glory.</l>
   </sp>
   <cb n="2"/>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2872">Flatter my sorrow with report of it:</l>
      <l n="2873">Tell me, what State, what Dignity, what Honor,</l>
      <l n="2874">Canst thou demise to any childe of mine.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="2875">Euen all I haue; I, and my selfe and all,</l>
      <l n="2876">Will I withall indow a childe of thine:</l>
      <l n="2877">So in the Lethe of thy angry soule,</l>
      <l n="2878">Thou drowne the sad remembrance of those wrongs,</l>
      <l n="2879">Which thou supposest I haue done to thee.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2880">Be breefe, least that the processe of thy kindnesse</l>
      <l n="2881">Last longer telling then thy kindness date.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="2882">Then know,</l>
      <l n="2883">That from my Soule, I loue thy Daughter.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2884">My daughters Mother thinkes it with her soule.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="2885">What do you thinke?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2886">That thou dost loue my daughter from thy soule</l>
      <l n="2887">So from thy Soules loue didst thou loue her Brothers,</l>
      <l n="2888">And from my hearts loue, I do thanke thee for it.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="2889">Be not so hasty to confound my meaning:</l>
      <l n="2890">I meane that with my Soule I loue thy daughter,</l>
      <l n="2891">And do intend to make her Queene of England.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2892">Well then, who dost y<c rend="superscript">u</c>meane shallbe her King.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="2893">Euen he that makes her Queene:</l>
      <l n="2894">Who else should bee?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Q<gap extent="1"
              unit="chars"
              reason="illegible"
              agent="inkBlot"
              resp="#ES"/>.</speaker>
      <l n="2895">What, thou?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="2896">Euen so: How thinke you of it?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2897">How canst thou woo her?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="2898">That I would learne of you,</l>
      <l n="2899">As one being best acquainted with her humour.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2900">And wilt thou learne of me<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="2901">Madam, with all my heart.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2902">Send to her by the man that slew her Brothers,</l>
      <l n="2903">A paire of bleeding hearts: thereon ingraue</l>
      <l n="2904">
         <hi rend="italic">Edward</hi>and<hi rend="italic">Yorke</hi>, then haply will she weepe:</l>
      <l n="2905">Therefore present to her, as sometime<hi rend="italic">Margaret</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="2906">Did to thy Father, steept in Rutlands blood,</l>
      <l n="2907">A hand‑kercheefe, which say to her did dreyne</l>
      <l n="2908">The purple sappe from her sweet Brothers body,</l>
      <l n="2909">And bid her wipe her weeping eyes withall.</l>
      <l n="2910">If this inducement moue her not to loue,</l>
      <l n="2911">Send her a Letter of thy Noble deeds:</l>
      <l n="2912">Tell her, thou mad'st away her Vnckle<hi rend="italic">Clarence</hi>,</l>
      <l n="2913">Her Vnckle<hi rend="italic">Riuers</hi>, I (and for her sake)</l>
      <l n="2914">Mad'st quicke conueyance with her good Aunt<hi rend="italic">Anne</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="2915">You mocke me Madam, this not the way</l>
      <l n="2916">To win your daughter.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2917">There is no other way,</l>
      <l n="2918">Vnlesse thou could'st put on some other shape,</l>
      <l n="2919">And not be<hi rend="italic">Richard</hi>, that hath done all this.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="2920">Say that 1 did all this for loue of her.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2921">Nay then indeed she cannot choose but hate thee</l>
      <l n="2922">Hauing bought loue, with such a bloody spoyle.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="2923">Looke what is done, cannot be now amended:</l>
      <l n="2924">Men shall deale vnaduisedly sometimes,</l>
      <l n="2925">Which after‑houres giues leysure to repent.</l>
      <l n="2926">If I did take the Kingdome from your Sonnes,</l>
      <l n="2927">To make amends, Ile giue it to your daughter:</l>
      <l n="2928">If I haue kill'd the issue of your wombe,</l>
      <l n="2929">To quicken your encrease, I will beget</l>
      <l n="2930">Mine yssue of your blood, vpon your Daughter:</l>
      <l n="2931">A Grandams name is little lesse in loue,</l>
      <l n="2932">Then is the doting Title of a Mother;</l>
      <l n="2933">They are as Children but one steppe below,</l>
      <l n="2934">Euen of your mettall, of your very blood:</l>
      <l n="2935">Of all one paine, saue for a night of groanes</l>
      <l n="2936">Endur'd of her, for whom you bid like sorrow.</l>
      <l n="2937">Your Children were vexation to your youth,</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0554-0.jpg" n="198"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="2938">But mine shall be a comfort to your Age,</l>
      <l n="2939">The losse you haue, is but a Sonne being King,</l>
      <l n="2940">And by that losse, your Daughter is made Queene.</l>
      <l n="2941">I cannot make you what amends I would,</l>
      <l n="2942">Therefore accept such kindnesse as I can.</l>
      <l n="2943">
         <hi rend="italic">Dorset</hi>your Sonne, that with a fearfull soule</l>
      <l n="2944">Leads discontented steppes in Forraine soyle,</l>
      <l n="2945">This faire Alliance, quickly shall call home</l>
      <l n="2946">To high Promotions, and great Dignity.</l>
      <l n="2947">The King that calles your beauteous Daughter Wife,</l>
      <l n="2948">Familiarly shall call thy<hi rend="italic">Dorset</hi>, Brother:</l>
      <l n="2949">Againe shall you be Mother to a King:</l>
      <l n="2950">And all the Ruines of distressefull Times,</l>
      <l n="2951">Repayr'd with double Riches of Content.</l>
      <l n="2952">What? we haue many goodly dayes to see:</l>
      <l n="2953">The liquid drops of Teares that you haue shed,</l>
      <l n="2954">Shall come againe, transform'd to Orient Pearle,</l>
      <l n="2955">Aduantaging their Loue, with interest</l>
      <l n="2956">Of ten‑times double gaine of happinesse.</l>
      <l n="2957">Go then (my Mother) to thy Daughter go,</l>
      <l n="2958">Make bold her bashfull yeares, with your experience,</l>
      <l n="2959">Prepare her eares to heare a Woers Tale.</l>
      <l n="2960">Put in her tender heart, th'aspiring Flame</l>
      <l n="2961">Of Golden Soueraignty: Acquaint the Princesse</l>
      <l n="2962">With the sweet silent houres of Marriage ioyes:</l>
      <l n="2963">And when this Arme of mine hath chastised</l>
      <l n="2964">The petty Rebell, dull‑brain'd<hi rend="italic">Buckingham</hi>,</l>
      <l n="2965">Bound with Triumphant Garlands will I come,</l>
      <l n="2966">And leade thy daughter to a Conquerors bed:</l>
      <l n="2967">To whom I will retaile my Conquest wonne,</l>
      <l n="2968">And she shalbe sole Victoresse,<hi rend="italic">Cæsars Cæsar</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2969">What were I best to say, her Fathers Brother</l>
      <l n="2970">Would be her Lord<c rend="italic">?</c>Or shall I say her Vnkle?</l>
      <l n="2971">Or he that slew her Brothers, and her Vnkles?</l>
      <l n="2972">Vnder what Title shall I woo for thee,</l>
      <l n="2973">That God, the Law, my Honor, and her Loue,</l>
      <l n="2974">Can make seeme pleasing to her tender yeares?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="2975">Inferre faire Englands peace by this Alliance.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2976">Which she shall purchase with stil lasting warre.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="2977">Tell her, the King that may command, intreats.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2978">That at her hands, which the kings King forbids.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="2979">Say she shall be a High and Mighty Queene.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2980">To vaile the Title, as her Mother doth.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="2981">Say I will loue her euerlastingly.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2982">But how long shall that title euer last?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="2983">Sweetly in force, vnto her faire liues end.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2984">But how long fairely shall her sweet life last?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="2985">As long as Heauen and Nature lengthens it.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2986">As long as Hell and<hi rend="italic">Richard</hi>likes of it.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="2987">Say, I her Soueraigne, am her Subiect low.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2988">But she your Subiect, lothes such Soueraignty.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="2989">Be eloquent in my behalfe to her.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2990">An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="2991">Then plainly, to her, tell my louing tale.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2992">Plaine and not honest, is too harsh a style.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="2993">Your Reasons are too shallow, and to quicke.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2994">O no, my Reasons are too deepe and dead,</l>
      <l n="2995">Too deepe and dead (poore Infants) in their graues,</l>
      <l n="2996">Harpe on it still shall I, till heart‑strings breake.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="2997">Harpe not on that string Madam, that is past.</l>
      <l n="2998">Now by my George, my Garter, and my Crowne.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2999">Prophan'd, dishonor'd, and the third vsurpt.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="3000">I sweare.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="3001">By nothing, for this is no Oath:</l>
      <l n="3002">Thy George prophan'd, hath lost his Lordly Honor;</l>
      <l n="3003">Thy Garter blemish'd, pawn'd his Knightly Vertue;</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="3004">Thy Crowne vsurp'd, disgrac'd his Kingly Glory:</l>
      <l n="3005">If something thou would'st sweare to be beleeu'd,</l>
      <l n="3006">Sweare then by something, that thou hast not wrong'd.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="3007">Then by my Selfe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="3008">Thy Selfe, is selfe‑misvs'd.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="3009">Now by the World.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="3010">'Tis full of thy foule wrongs.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="3011">My Fathers death.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="3012">Thy life hath it dishonor'd.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="3013">Why then, by Heauen.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="3014">Hea<c rend="inverted">u</c>ens wrong is most of all:</l>
      <l n="3015">If thou didd'st feare to breake an Oath with him,</l>
      <l n="3016">The vnity the King my husband made,</l>
      <l n="3017">Thou had'st not broken, nor my Brothers died.</l>
      <l n="3018">If thou had'st fear'd to breake an oath by him,</l>
      <l n="3019">Th'Imperiall mettall, circling now thy head,</l>
      <l n="3020">Had grac'd the tender temples of my Child,</l>
      <l n="3021">And both the Princes had bene breathing heere,</l>
      <l n="3022">Which now two tender Bed‑fellowes for dust,</l>
      <l n="3023">Thy broken Faith hath made the prey for Wormes.</l>
      <l n="3024">What can'st thou sweare by now.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="3025">The time to come.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="3026">That thou hast wronged in the time ore‑past:</l>
      <l n="3027">For I my selfe haue many teares to wash</l>
      <l n="3028">Heereafter time, for time past, wrong'd by thee.</l>
      <l n="3029">The Children liue, whose Fathers thou hast slaughter'd,</l>
      <l n="3030">Vngouern'd youth, to waile it with their age:</l>
      <l n="3031">The Parents liue, whose Children thou hast butcher'd,</l>
      <l n="3032">Old barren Plants, to waile it with their Age.</l>
      <l n="3033">Sweare not by time to come, for that thou hast</l>
      <l n="3034">Misvs'd ere vs'd, by times ill‑vs'd repast.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="3035">As I entend to prosper, and repent:</l>
      <l n="3036">So thriue I in my dangerous Affayres</l>
      <l n="3037">Of hostile Armes: My selfe, my selfe confound:</l>
      <l n="3038">Heauen, and Fortune barre me happy houres:</l>
      <l n="3039">Day, yeeld me not thy light; nor Night, thy rest.</l>
      <l n="3040">Be opposite all Planets of good lucke</l>
      <l n="3041">To my proceeding, if with deere hearts loue,</l>
      <l n="3042">Immaculate deuotion, holy thoughts,</l>
      <l n="3043">I tender not thy beautious Princely daughter.</l>
      <l n="3044">In her, consists my Happinesse, and thine:</l>
      <l n="3045">Without her, followes to my selfe, and thee;</l>
      <l n="3046">Her selfe, the Land, and many a Christian soule,</l>
      <l n="3047">Death, Desolation, Ruine, and Decay:</l>
      <l n="3048">It cannot be auoyded, but by this:</l>
      <l n="3049">It will not be auoyded, but by this.</l>
      <l n="3050">Therefore deare Mother (I must call you so)</l>
      <l n="3051">Be the Atturney of my loue to her:</l>
      <l n="3052">Pleade what I will be, not what I haue beene;</l>
      <l n="3053">Not my deserts, but what I will deserue:</l>
      <l n="3054">Vrge the Necessity and state of times,</l>
      <l n="3055">And be not peeuish found, in great Designes.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="3056">Shall I be tempted of the Diuel thus?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="3057">I, if the Diuell tempt you to do good.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="3058">Shall I forget my selfe, to be my selfe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="3059">I, if your selfes remembrance wrong your selfe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="3060">Yet thou didst kil my Children.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="3061">But in your daughters wombe I bury them.</l>
      <l n="3062">Where in that Nest of Spicery they will breed</l>
      <l n="3063">Selues of themselues, to your recomforture.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="3064">Shall I go win my daughter to thy will<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="3065">And be a happy Mother by the deed.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="3066">I go, write to me very shortly,</l>
      <l n="3067">And you shal vnderstand from me her mind.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Q.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="3068">Beare her my true loues kisse, and so farewell.</l>
      <l n="3069">Relenting Foole, and shallow‑changing Woman.</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0555-0.jpg" n="199"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="3070">How now, what newes?</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Ratcliffe.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rat.</speaker>
      <l n="3071">Most mightie Soueraigne, on the Westerne Coast</l>
      <l n="3072">Rideth a puissant Nauie: to our Shores</l>
      <l n="3073">Throng many doubtfull hollow‑hearted friends,</l>
      <l n="3074">Vnarm'd, and vnresolu'd to beat them backe.</l>
      <l n="3075">'Tis thought, that<hi rend="italic">Richmond</hi>is their Admirall:</l>
      <l n="3076">And there they hull, expecting but the aide</l>
      <l n="3077">Of<hi rend="italic">Buckingham</hi>, to welcome them ashore.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="3078">Some light‑foot friend post to yͤ Duke of Norfolk:</l>
      <l n="3079">
         <hi rend="italic">Ratcliffe</hi>thy selfe, or<hi rend="italic">Catesby</hi>, where is hee?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-cat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cat.</speaker>
      <l n="3080">Here, my good Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="3081">
         <hi rend="italic">Catesby</hi>, flye to the Duke.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-cat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cat.</speaker>
      <l n="3082">I will, my Lord, with all conuenient haste.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="3083">
         <hi rend="italic">Catesby</hi>come hither, poste to Salisbury:</l>
      <l n="3084">When thou com'st thither: Dull vnmindfull Villaine,</l>
      <l n="3085">Why stay'st thou here, and go'st not to the Duke?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-cat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cat.</speaker>
      <l n="3086">First, mighty Liege, tell me your Highnesse pleasure,</l>
      <l n="3087">What from your Grace I shall deliuer to him.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="3088">O true, good<hi rend="italic">Catesby</hi>, bid him leuie straight</l>
      <l n="3089">The greatest strength and power that he can make,</l>
      <l n="3090">And meet me suddenly at Salisbury.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-cat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cat.</speaker>
      <l n="3091">I goe.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rat.</speaker>
      <l n="3092">What, may it please you, shall I doe at Salis­
      <lb/>bury?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="3093">Why, what would'st thou doe there, before I
      <lb/>goe?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rat.</speaker>
      <l n="3094">Your Highnesse told me I should poste before.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="3095">My minde is chang'd:</l>
      <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Lord Stanley.</stage>
      <l n="3096">
         <hi rend="italic">Stanley</hi>, what newes with you?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-sta">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sta.</speaker>
      <l n="3097">None, good my Liege, to please you with yͤ hearing,</l>
      <l n="3098">Nor none so bad, but well may be reported.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="3099">Hoyday, a Riddle, neither good nor bad:</l>
      <l n="3100">What need'st thou runne so many miles about,</l>
      <l n="3101">When thou mayest tell thy Tale the neerest way?</l>
      <l n="3102">Once more, what newes?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-sta">
      <speaker rend="italic">Stan.</speaker>
      <l n="3103">
         <hi rend="italic">Richmond</hi>is on the Seas.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="3104">There let him sinke, and be the Seas on him,</l>
      <l n="3105">White‑liuer'd Runnagate, what doth he there?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-sta">
      <speaker rend="italic">Stan.</speaker>
      <l n="3106">I know not, mightie Soueraigne, but by guesse.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="3107">Well, as you guesse.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-sta">
      <speaker rend="italic">Stan.</speaker>
      <l n="3108">Stirr'd vp by<hi rend="italic">Dorset, Buckingham</hi>, and<hi rend="italic">Morton</hi>,</l>
      <l n="3109">He makes for England, here to clayme the Crowne.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="3110">Is the Chayre emptie? is the Sword vnsway'd?</l>
      <l n="3111">Is the King dead? the Empire vnpossest?</l>
      <l n="3112">What Heire of<hi rend="italic">Yorke</hi>is there aliue, but wee?</l>
      <l n="3113">And who is Englands King, but great<hi rend="italic">Yorkes</hi>Heire?</l>
      <l n="3114">Then tell me, what makes he vpon the Seas?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-sta">
      <speaker rend="italic">Stan.</speaker>
      <l n="3115">Vnlesse for that, my Liege, I cannot guesse.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="3116">Vnlesse for that he comes to be your Liege,</l>
      <l n="3117">You cannot guesse wherefore the Welchman comes.</l>
      <l n="3118">Thou wilt reuolt, and flye to him, I feare.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-sta">
      <speaker rend="italic">Stan.</speaker>
      <l n="3119">No, my good Lord, therefore mistrust me not.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="3120">Where is thy Power then, to beat him back<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </l>
      <l n="3121">Where be thy Tenants, and thy followers?</l>
      <l n="3122">Are they not now vpon the Westerne Shore,</l>
      <l n="3123">Safe‑conducting the Rebels from their Shippes?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-sta">
      <speaker rend="italic">Stan.</speaker>
      <l n="3124">No, my good Lord, my friends are in the
      <lb/>North.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="3125">Cold friends to me: what do they in the North,</l>
      <l n="3126">When they should serue their Soueraigne in the West?</l>
   </sp>
   <cb n="2"/>
   <sp who="#F-r3-sta">
      <speaker rend="italic">Stan.</speaker>
      <l n="3127">They haue not been commanded, mighty King:</l>
      <l n="3128">Pleaseth your Maiestie to giue me leaue,</l>
      <l n="3129">Ile muster vp my friends, and meet your Grace,</l>
      <l n="3130">Where, and what time your Maiestie shall please.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="3131">I, thou would'st be gone, to ioyne with<hi rend="italic">Richmond:</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="3132">But Ile not trust thee.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-sta">
      <speaker rend="italic">Stan.</speaker>
      <l n="3133">Most mightie Soueraigne,</l>
      <l n="3134">You haue no cause to hold my friendship doubtfull,</l>
      <l n="3135">I neuer was, nor neuer will be false.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="3136">Goe then, and muster men: but leaue behind</l>
      <l n="3137">Your Sonne<hi rend="italic">George Stanley:</hi>looke your heart be firme,</l>
      <l n="3138">Or else his Heads assurance is but fraile.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-sta">
      <speaker rend="italic">Stan.</speaker>
      <l n="3139">So deale with him, as I proue true to you.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Stanley.</stage>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter a Messenger.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-r3-mes.1">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mess.</speaker>
      <l n="3140">My gracious Soueraigne, now in Deuonshire,</l>
      <l n="3141">As I by friends am well aduertised,</l>
      <l n="3142">Sir<hi rend="italic">Edward Courtney</hi>, and the haughtie Prelate,</l>
      <l n="3143">Bishop of Exeter, his elder Brother,</l>
      <l n="3144">With many moe Confederates, are in Armes.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter another Messenger.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-r3-mes.2">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mess.</speaker>
      <l n="3145">In Kent, my Liege, the<hi rend="italic">Guilfords</hi>are in Armes,</l>
      <l n="3146">And euery houre more Competitors</l>
      <l n="3147">Flocke to the Rebels, and their power growes strong.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter another Messenger.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-r3-mes.3">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mess.</speaker>
      <l n="3148">My Lord, the Armie of great<hi rend="italic">Buckingham</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="3149">Out on ye, Owles, nothing but Songs of Death,</l>
      <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">He striketh him.</stage>
      <l n="3150">There, take thou that, till thou bring better newes.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-mes.3">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mess.</speaker>
      <l n="3151">The newes I haue to tell your Maiestie,</l>
      <l n="3152">Is, that by sudden Floods, and fall of Waters,</l>
      <l n="3153">
         <hi rend="italic">Buckinghams</hi>Armie is dispers'd and scatter'd,</l>
      <l n="3154">And he himselfe wandred away alone,</l>
      <l n="3155">No man knowes whither.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="3156">I cry thee mercie:</l>
      <l n="3157">There is my Purse, to cure that Blow of thine.</l>
      <l n="3158">Hath any well‑aduised friend proclaym'd</l>
      <l n="3159">Reward to him that brings the Traytor in?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-mes">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mess.</speaker>
      <l n="3160">Such Proclamation hath been made, my Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter another Messenger.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-r3-mes">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mess.</speaker>
      <l n="3161">Sir<hi rend="italic">Thomas Louell</hi>, and Lord Marquesse<hi rend="italic">Dorset</hi>,</l>
      <l n="3162">'Tis said, my Liege, in Yorkeshire are in Armes:</l>
      <l n="3163">But this good comfort bring I to your Highnesse,</l>
      <l n="3164">The Brittaine Nauie is dispers'd by Tempest.</l>
      <l n="3165">
         <hi rend="italic">Richmond</hi>in Dorsetshire sent out a Boat</l>
      <l n="3166">Vnto the shore, to aske those on the Banks,</l>
      <l n="3167">If they were his Assistants, yea, or no?</l>
      <l n="3168">Who answer'd him, they came from<hi rend="italic">Buckingham</hi>,</l>
      <l n="3169">Vpon his partie: he mistrusting them,</l>
      <l n="3170">Hoys'd sayle, and made his course againe for Brittaine.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="3171">March on, march on, since we are vp in Armes,</l>
      <l n="3172">If not to fight with forraine Enemies,</l>
      <l n="3173">Yet to beat downe these Rebels here at home.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Catesby.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-r3-cat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cat.</speaker>
      <l n="3174">My Liege, the Duke of Buckingham is taken,</l>
      <l n="3175">That is the best newes: that the Earle of Richmond</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0556-0.jpg" n="200"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="3176">Is with a mighty power Landed at Milford,</l>
      <l n="3177">Is colder Newes, but yet they must be told.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="3178">Away towards Salsbury, while we reason here,</l>
      <l n="3179">A Royall batteil might be wonne and lost:</l>
      <l n="3180">Some one take order Buckingham be brought</l>
      <l n="3181">To Salsbury, the rest march on with me.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="mixed">Florish. Exeunt</stage>
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