ter, and my

third ufurp

no oath.

nour;

virtue;

ory:

d, wrong'd.

foul wrongs difhonour'd

mif-us'd.

moft of all.

Which

Old barren plants, to wail it with their ag
Swear not by time to come; for that thou
Misus'd ere us'd, by times ill-us'd o'er-pa
K. Rich. As I intend to prosper, and re
So thrive I in my dangerous attempt
Of hostile arms! myself myself confound!
Heaven, and fortune, bar me happy hour
Day, yield me not thy light; nor, night,
Be oppofite all planets of good luck
To my proceeding, if, with pure heart's
Immaculate devotion, holy thoughts,
I tender not thy beauteous princely daug
In her confifts my happiness, and thine;
Without her, follows to myself, and the
Herfelf, the land, and many a chriftian f
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 yo
Be the attorney of my love to her.
Plead what I will be, not what I have b
Not my deserts, but what I will deferve
Urge the neceffity and state of times,
And be not peevish found in great defig

Way

M

None

e to b

be a happy mother by the deed. Write to me very shortly,

nderstand from me her mind.

her my true love's kifs, and fo farewell. [Kiffing her. Exit 2. ELIZABETH.

and shallow, changing—woman!

t news?

ATCLIFF; CATESBY following.

hty fovereign, on the western coast
navy; to the shore

oubtful hollow-hearted friends,
nrefolv'd to beat them back :
at Richmond is their admiral;
hull, expecting but the aid
-to welcome them afhore.

light-foot friend poft to the duke of

-or Catesby; where is he?

ay good lord.

Catesby, fly to the duke.

my lord, with all convenient haste. ff, come hither: Poft to Salisbury;

When

BOXE

will?

3.

farewell

IZABETH.

Rat. What, may it please you, shall I K. Rich. Why, what would'st thou do go?

Rat. Your highnefs told me, I should

Enter STANLEY.

valt

duke of

uke.

When

K. Rich. My mind is chang'd.-Stanley,

you?

Stan. None good, my liege, to pleas hearing;

Nor none fo bad, but well may

be report

K. Rich. Heyday, a riddle! neither go What need'st thou run fo many miles abo When thou may'ft tell thy tale the neare Once more, what news?

Stan.

Richmond is on

K. Rich. There let him fink, and be th White-liver'd runagate, what doth he the Stan. I know not, mighty fovereign, b K. Rich. Well, as you guess?

Stan. Stirr'd up by Dorset, Buckingha He makes for England, here to claim the K. Rich. Is the chair empty? is the fwo

tenants, and thy followers? now upon the western shore, ng the rebels from their ships?

my good lord, my friends are in the north.

ld friends to me: What do they in the

1,

ould serve their fovereign in the weit? have not been commanded, mighty king majefty to give me leave,

my friends; and meet your grace, what time, your majefty fhall please.

:

y, ay, thou wouldst be gone to join with mond:

t you, fir.

Moft mighty fovereign,

cause to hold my friendship doubtful: nor never will be falfe.

ell, go, mufter men. But, hear you, leave and

eorge Stanley: look your heart be firm, ad's affurance is but frail.

al with him, as I prove true to you.

[Exit STANLEY.

Enter

Enter a Messenger.

Mef. My gracious fovereign, 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 Mef. In Kent, my liege, the Guildfords are in arms; And every hour more competitors

Flock to the rebels, and their power grows ftrong.

Enter another Messenger.

3 Mef. My lord, the army of great BuckinghamK. Rich. Out on ye, owls! nothing but fongs of death?

[He firikes bim. There, take thou that, till thou bring better news.

3 Mef. The news I have to tell your majesty, Is,-that, by fudden floods and fall of waters, Buckingham's army is difpers'd and scatter'd ; And he himself wander'd away alone,

No man knows whither.

K. Rich.

O, I cry you 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 Mef. Such proclamation hath been made, my liege.

Enter another Messenger.

4 Mef. Sir Thomas Lovel, and lord marquis Dorset,

'Tis