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Be the attorney of my love to her;
Plead what I will be, not what I have been,
Not my deserts, but what I will deserve :
Urge the neceflity and state of times,
And be not peevith found in great designs.

QUEEN. Shall I be tempted of the Devil thus ?
K. Rich. Ay, if the Devil tempt thee to do good.
Queen. Shall I forget myself to be myself?
K. Rich. Ay, if yourself's remembrance wrong yourself.
Queen. But thou didst kill my children.

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

Queen. Shall I go win my daughter to thy will ?
K. Rich. And be a happy mother by the deed.
QUEEN. I go, write to me shortly.

K. Rich. Bear her my true love's kiss, and so farewel. -Relenting fool, and shallow, changing woman!

[Kiffing her.

[Exit Queen. S Ċ E N E VI. Enter Ratcliff. RAT. Most mighty fovertign, on the western coast Rideth a puissant navy; to our shores Throng many doubtful hollow-hearted friends, Unarm’d, and unresolv'd to beat them back ; 'Tis thought that Richmond is their admiral, And there they hull, expecting but the aid Of Buckingham, to welcome them alhore.

K. Rich. Some light-foot friend post to the duke of Norfolk, Ratcliff, thyself; or Catesby; where is he?

CATES, Here, my good lord.

K. Rich. Catesby, fly to the duke.
Cates. I will, my lord, with all convenient haste.

K. Rich. Ratcliff, come hither, post to Salisbury ;
When thou com'ít thither-dull unmindful villain,

To Catısby. Why ítay'lt thou here, and go'st not to the duke ? [fure,

Cates. First, mighty liege, tell me your highness pleaWhat from your grace I İhall deliver to him.

K. Rich. O true, good Catesby. Bid hiin levy strait The greatest strength and power he can make, And meet me suddenly at Salisbury. CATEs. I go.

[Exit. Rat. What, may it please you, shall I do at Salisbury K. Rich. Why, what wouldst thou do there, before I go? Rat. Your highness told me, I should post before. K. Rich. My mind is chang'd

Entèr Lord Stanley. Stanley, what news with

you

? Stanl. None good, my liege, to please you with the hearing; Nor none so bad, but well may be reported.

K. Rich. Heyday; a riddle! neither good nor bad.
Why dost thou run so many miles about,
When thou may'lt tell thy tale the nearest way ;
Once more what news?

STANL. Richmond is on the seas.

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

STANL. I know not, mighty sovereign, but by gues. K. Rich. Well, as you guess.

STANL. Stirr’d up by Dorset, Buckingham, and Morton, He makes for England, here to claim the crowa.

K. Rich. Is the chair empty? is the sword unsway'd ? Is the King dead ? the empire unpoffess’d? What heir of York is there alive but we? And who is England's king, but great York's heir ; Then tell me, what makes he upon the sea ?

STANL. Unless for that, my liege, I cannot guess.

K. Rich. Unless for that he comes to be your liege, You cannot guess wherefore the Welsh-man comes. Thou will revolt, and fly to him, I fear.

STANL. No, mighty liege, therefore mistrust me not.

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

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

North,
When they should serve their sov'reign in the West ?

STANL. They have not been commanded, mighty king;
Please it your majelty to give me leave,
l'll mufter up my friends and meet your grace,
Where and what time your majesty shall please.
K. Rich. Ay, thou would't fain be gone to join with

Richmond.
But I'll not trust thee.

STANL. Mighty sovereigne
You have no cause to hold my friendship doubtful.
I never was, nor never will be false.

K. Rich. Go then, and muster men; but leave behind
Your son George Stanley : look, your heart be firm,
Or else his head's assurance is but frail.
STANL. So deal with him, as I prove true to you !

[Exit Stanley VOL. IV.

Mm

Enter a Messenger,

Mes. My gracious fov'reign, now in Devonshire,
As I by friends am very well advertised,
Sir Edmund Courtney, and the haughty prelate,
Bishop of Exeter, his elder brother,
With many more confed’rates, are in arms.

Enter another Messenger.
Mes. In Kent, my liege, the Guilfords are in arms,
And every hour more competitors
Flock to the rebels, and their power grows strong.

Enter another Messenger.
Mes. My lord the army of the duke of Buckingham.-
K. Rich. Out on ye, owls! nothing but songs of death!

[He strikes him. There, take thou that, 'till thou bring better news.

Mes. The news I have to tell your majesty,
Is, that, by sudden floods and fall of waters,
Buckingham's army is dispers’d and scatter'd;
And he himfelf wander'd away alone,
No man knows whither.

K. Rich. O! I cry thee mercy.
There is my purse to cure that blow of thine.
Hath any well-advised friend proclaim'd
Reward to him that brings the traitor in ?
Mes. Such proclamation hath been made, my liege.

Enter another Messenger.
Mes. Sir Thomas Lovel, and lord marquis Dorset,
'Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms;
But this good comfort bring I to your highness,

The Bretagne navy is dispers’d, by tempest.
Richmond in Dorsethire sent out a boat
Unto the lhore, to ask those on the banks,
If they were his affistants, yea, or no :
Who answer'd him, they came from Buckingham
Upon his party; he mistrusting them,
Hois'd fail, and made his course for Bretagny.

K.'Rich. March on; march on; lince we are up in armsg
If not to fight with foreign enemies,
Yet to beat down these rebels here at home,

Enter Catesby. Cites. My liege, the duke of Buckingham is taken, That is the belt news,' That the earl of Richmond Is with a mighty pow'r landed at Milford, Is colder news, but yet it must be told.

K. Rich. Away tow'rds Salisbury; while we reafon here; A royal battle might he won and lost. Some one take order, Buckingham be brought To Salisbury; the rest march on with me. [Exeune. SCENE VII. Changes to the Lord Stanley's house.

Enter Lord Stanley, and fir Christopher Urswick. STANL, Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this from me That in the sty of this most bloody Boar, My son George Stanley is frankt up in hold; If I revolt, off goes young George's head; The fear of that holds off my present aid. So, get thee gone ; commend me to thy lord. Say too, the queen hath heartily consented He should espouse Elizabeth her daughter. But tell me where is princely Richmond now ? Chri. At Pembroke, or at Hartford-west in Wales,

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