own these rebels here at home.

ege, the duke of Buckingham is taken, -ft news; That the earl of Richmond ty power landed at Milford,

5, but yet they must be told.

vay towards Salisbury; while we reason here, might be won and lost :

e order, Buckingham be brought

-the reft march on with me.

[Exeunt.

SCENE V.

A Room in Lord Stanley's House.

ILEY and Sir CHRISTOPHER URSWICK.

hriftopher, tell Richmond this from me :ty of this most bloody boar,

ge Stanley is frank'd up in hold; goes young George's head;

The

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The

taken,

ond

If by the way they be not fought withal.
Stan. Well, hie thee to thy lord; comme
Tell him, the queen hath heartily confente
He fhall efpoufe Elizabeth her daughter.
These letters will resolve him of my mind.
Farewell. [Gives papers to Sir CHRISTOP

eafon here

ACT V. SCENE I.

Salisbury. An open Place.

Enter the Sheriff, and Guard, with BUCKINGHAM, led to

execution.

Buck. Will not king Richard let me fpeak with him?
Sher. No, my good lord; therefore be patient.
Buck. Haftings, and Edward's children, Rivers, Grey,
Holy king Henry, and thy fair son Edward,
Vaughan, and all that have miscarried
By underhand corrupted foul injustice;
If that your moody difcontented fouls

Do through the clouds behold this present hour,
Even for revenge mock my destruction !—

This is All-Souls' day, fellows, is it not?

Sher. It is, my lord.

Buck. Why, then All-Souls' day is my body's doomsday. This is the day, which, in king Edward's time,

I wish'd might fall on me, when I was found

False to his children, or his wife's allies:

This is the day, wherein I wish'd to fall
By the false faith of him whom most I trusted;
This, this All-Souls' day to my fearful foul,
Is the determin'd respite of my wrongs.
That high All-feer which I dally'd with,
Hath turn'd my feigned prayer on my head,
And given in earnest what I begg'd in jest.
Thus doth he force the fwords of wicked men
To turn their own points on their masters' bosoms :
Thus Margaret's curse falls heavy on my neck,-

When

When be, quoth fhe, shall split thy heart with forrow,
Remember Margaret was a prophetess.—

Come, firs, convey me to the block of fhame;
Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame.

[Exeunt BUCKINGHAM, &c.

SCENE II.

Plain near Tamworth.

Enter, with drum and colours, RICHMOND, OXFORD, Sir JAMES BLUNT, Sir WALTER HERBERT, and Others, with forces, marching.

Richm. Fellows in arms, and my most loving friends, Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny,

Thus far into the bowels of the land

Have we march'd on without impediment;

And here receive we from our father Stanley
Lines of fair comfort and encouragement.

The wretched, bloody, and ufurping boar,

That spoil'd your fummer fields, and fruitful vines,
Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his trough

In your embowell'd bofoms,-this foul fwine

Lies now even in the centre of this ifle,

Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn:

From Tamworth thither, is but one day's march.

In God's name, cheerly on, courageous friends,

Το

reap

the harvest of perpetual peace

By this one bloody trial of sharp war.

Oxf. Every man's confcience is a thousand fwords, To fight against that bloody homicide.

Herb. I doubt not, but his friends will turn to us.

Bofworth Field.

HARD, and forces; the Duke of NORFOLK, arl of SURREY, and Others.

= pitch our tents, even here in Bosworth

ey, why look you fo fad?

t is ten times lighter than my looks. ord of Norfolk,

Here, moft gracious liege. olk, we must have knocks; Ha! muft we

ft both give and take, my loving lord. with my tent: Here will I lie to-night; [Soldiers begin to set up the king's tent. morrow?-Well, all's one for that.y'd the number of the traitors? even thousand is their utmost power. -, our battalia trebles that account: g's name is a tower of strength, on the adverfe faction want.t.-Come, noble gentlemen, e vantage of the ground;

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