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More mild, but yet more harmful, kind in hatred;} Of comfort, kingdom, kindred, freedom, life. What comfortable hour canst thou name, Whose hands soever lanc'd their tender hearts, . That ever grac'd' ine in thy company?
Thy head, all indirectly, gave direction : K. Rich. Faith, none, but Humphry Houre', No doubt the murderous knife was dull and blunt; that call'd your grace
5'Till it was whetted on thy stone-hard heart, To breakfast once, forth of my company,
To reyel in the entrails of my lambs. If I be so disgracious in your sight,
But that still use of grief makes wild grief tame, Let me march on, and not offend you, madam.- My tongue should to thy ears not name my boys; Ştrike up the drum.
(Till that iny nails were anchor'd in thine eyes; Dutch. I prythee, hear me speak.
10 And I, in such a desperate bay of death, K. Rich. You speak too bitterly.
Like a poor bark, of sails and tackling reft, Dutch. Hear me a word;
Rush all to pieces on thy rocky bosoin. For I shall never speak to thee again.
K. Rich. Matlam, so thrive l'in my enterprize, K. Rich. So.
[dinance, And dangerous success of bloody wars, Dutch. Either thou wilt die, by God's just or-15 As I intend inore good to you and yours, Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror; Than ever you or yours by me were harm'd! Or I with grief and extreme age shall perish, Queen. What good is cover'd with the face of And never look upon thy face again.
heaven, Therefore, take with thee my most heavy curse; To be discover'd, that can do me good ? Which, in the day of battle, tire thee more,
120 K. Rich. The advancement of your children, Than all the complete armour that thou wear'st!
[heads, My prayers on the adverse party fight;
Qyeen. Up to some scaffold, there to lose their And there the little souls of Edward's children K. Rich. 'No, to the dignity and height of Whisper the spirits of thine enemies,
fortune, And promise them success and victory! 25 The high imperial type of this earth's glory, Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end;
Queen, Flatter my sorrows with report of it; Shame serves' thy life, and doth thy death attend. Tell me, what state, what dignity, what honour,
Canst thou demise to any child of mine? [all, Queen. Though far more cause, yet much less K. Rich. Even all I have; ay, and myself and spirit to curse
130 Will I withal endow a child of thine; Abides in me; I say Amen to her. [Going. So in the Lethe of thy angry soul K. Rich. Stay, madan, I must speak a word Thou drownthe sad remembrance ofthosewrongs,
Which, thou supposest, I have done to thee. Queen. I have no more sons of the royal blood, Queen. Be briet, lest that the process of thy For thee to murder: for my daughters, Richard,|35
kinsiness They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens; Last longer telling, than thy kindness' date. And therefore level not to hit their lives.
K. Rich. Then know, that, from my soul, I K.Rich. You have a daughter callid Elizabeth,
love thy daughter.
(soula Virtuous and fair, royal and gracious. [live, Queen. My daughter's mother thinks it with her.
Queen. And must she die for this? O, let her 10 K. Rich. What do you think? [thy soul; And I'll corrupt her manners, stain her beauty; Queen. That thou dost love my daughter, from Slander myself, as false to Edward's bed; So, from thy soul's love, didst thoù love her Throw over her the veil of infamy:
brothers; So she may live unscarr'd of bleeding slaughter, And, from my heart's love, I do thank thee for it. I will contess she was not Edward's daughter. 45 K. Rich. Be not so hasty to confound my. K. Rich. Wrong not her birth, she is of royal
soul I love thy daughter, Quecn. To save her life, I'll say—she is not so. And do intend to make her queen of England, K. Rich. Her life is safest only in her birth. Queen. Well then, who dost thou mean shall be Queen. And only in that safety dy’dher brothers. 50 her king? K. Rich. Lo, at their birthis good stars were K. Rich. Even he that makes her queen; Who: opposite.
else should be? Queen. No, to their liyes bad friends were Queen. What, thou ?
[madam? K. Rich. All unavoided is the doom of destiny. K. Rich. I, even 1: What think you of it,
Queen. True,when avoided grace makes destiny:55 Queen. How canst thou woo her? My babes were destin'd to a fairer death,
K. Rich. That I would learn of you, I grace had bless'd thee with a fairer life. As one being best acquainted with her humour, K. Rich. You speak, as if that I had slain my Queen. And wilt thou learn of me? cousins.
K. Rich. Madam, with all iny heart.. [brothers, Queen. Cousins, indeed; and by their uncle/60l Queen. Send to her, by the man that slew her
'i.e. bless'd, or made me happy: * Mr. Steevens remarks, that this may probably be an allusion to some affair of gallantry of which the Dutchess had been suspected; or, that the poet's fondness for a quibble may perhaps have induced him at once to personify and christen that hour of the day which summon’d his mother to breakfast. 'i. e. accompanies. . i. e. exbibition, shew. V 4 3
A pair of bleeding hearts; thereon engrave, Put in her tender heart the aspiring flame
To whom I will retail my conquest won,
And she shall be sole victress, Cæsar's Casar. Tell her, thou mad'st away her uncle Clarence, 10 Queen. What were I best to say? her father's Her uncle Rivers; ay, and, for her sake,
brother Mad’st quick conveyance with her good aunt Would be her lord? Or shall I say, her uncle? Anne.
[the way Or, he that slew her brothers, and her uncles? K. Rich. You mock me, madam; this is not Under what title shall I woo for thee, To win your daughter,
15 That God, the law, my honour, and her love, Queen. There is no other way;
Can make seem pleasing to her tender years? Unless thou could'st put on some other shape, K. Rich. Infer fair England's peace by this And not be Richard that hath done all this.
[ing war, K. Rich. Say, that I did all this for love of her: Queen, Which she shall purchase with still lastQueen. Nay, then indeed, she cannot chuse but|20 K. Rich.Tell her, the king, that may command, hate thee,
entreats Having bought love with such a bloody spoil'. Queen. That at her hands, which the king's K. Rich. Look, what is done cannot be now
K. Rich, Say, she shall be a high and mighty Men shall deal unadvisedly sometimes,
25 Queen. To wail the title, as her mother doth. Which after-hours give leisure to repent.
K. Rich. Say, I will love her everlastingly. If I did take the kingdom from your sons,
Queen. But how long shall that title, ever, last ? To make amends, Pll give it to your daughter. K. Rich. Sweetly in force unto her fair life's end. If I have kill'd the issue of your womb,
Queen. But how long fairly shall her sweet life To quicken your increase, I will beget 30
[it. Mine issue of your blood upon your daughter. K.Rich. As long as heaven,and nature, lengthens A grandam's name is lịttle less in love,
Queen. As long as hell, and Richard, likes of it. Than is the doting title of a mother;
K, Rich. Say, 1, her sov'reign, am her subject They are as children, but one step below,
[sov'reignty, Even of your metal, of your very blood; |35 Queen. But she, your subject, loaths such Of all one pain,--save for a night of groans K. Rich. Be eloquent in my behalf to her. Endur'd of her, for whom you bid? like sorrow. Queen. An honest tale speeds best, being plainly Your children were vexation to your youth,
(ving tale. But mine shall be a comfort to your age..
K. Rich. Then, in plain terms tell her iny lo The loss you have, is buta son being king, 40 Queen. Plain, and not honest, is too harsh a style. And, by that loss, your daughter is made queen. K. Rich. Your reasons are too shallow and too I cannot make you what amends I would,
[dead ;Therefore accept such kindness as I can, Queen. 0, no, my reasons are too deep and Dorset your son, that, with a fearful soul, Two deep and dead, poor infants, in their graves. Leads discontented steps in foreign soil, 45 K. Rich. Harp not on that string, madam; that This fair alliance quickly shall call home
[break. To high promotions and great dignity.
Queen. Harp on it still shall I, 'till heart-strings Theking, thatcallsyourbeauteousdaughter-wife, K. Rich. Now, by my george, my garter, and Familiarly shall call thy Dorset-brother;
[usurp'd. Again shall you be mother to a king, 150 Queen. Profar'd, dishonour'd, and the third And all the ruins of distressful times
K. Rich. I swear. Repair'd with double riches of content.
Queen. By nothing; for this is no oath. What! we have many goodly days to see: The george, profan’d, hath lost his holy honour; The liquid drops of tears that you have shed, Thegarter, blemish’d, pawn'd his knightly virtue; Shall come again, transform’d to orient pearl ; 55 The crown, usurp’d, disgrac'd his kingly glory: Advantaging their loan, with interest
If something thou wouldst swear to be believ'd, Of ten times double gain of happiness,
Swear then by something that thou hast not Go then, my mother, to thy daughter go;.
wrong d. Makebold her bashful yearswith your experience; K. Rich. Now by the world, Prepare her ears to hear a wooer's tale; 1601 Queen. 'Tis full of thy foul wrongs.
'i. e. havock. ? Bid is in the past sense from bide. Alluding to the prohibition in the Levitical law. See Leviticus xvii. 14.
K. Rich. My father's death,
Queen. I go.-Write to me very shortly, Queen. Thy life hath that dishonour'd.
And you shall understand from me her mind. K. Rich. Then, by myself,
K. Rich. Bear her my true love's kiss, and so Queen. Thyself is selt-inis-us’d.
farewell, [Kissing her. Exit Queen. K. Rich. Why then, by heaven,
5 Relenting tool, and shallow, changing wonian! Queen. Heaven's wrong is most of all.
How now? what news?
Enter Ratcliff, and Catesby,
Rat. Most mighty sovereign, on the western If thou hadst fear'd to break an oath by him, 10
coast The imperial metal, circling now thy head,
Rideth a puissant navy; to the shore Had grac'd the tender temples of my child,
Throng inany doubtful hollow-hearted friends, And both the princes had been breathing here,
Unarm'd, and unresolv'd to beat them back: Which now, two tender bed-fellows for dust,
'Tis thought, that Richmond is their admiral ; Thy broken faith hath made a prey for worms. 15 And there they hull, expecting but the aid What canst thou swear by now?
Of Buckingham, to welcome them ashore. K. Rich. By time to come.
K, Rich. Some light-foot friend post to the Queen. That thou hast wronged in the time
duke of Norfolk ;' For I myself have many tears to wash
Ratcliff, thyself, —or Catesby; where is be? Hereafter time, for time past, wrong'd by thee. |20
Cutes. Here, my good lord. The children live, whose parents thou hast
K. Rich. Catesby, tly to the duke. slaughter'd,
Cates. I will, my lord, with all convenient haste. Ungovern'd youth, to wail it in their age.
K.Rich.Ratcliff,coine hither: Postto Salisbury; The parents live, whose children thou hast but- Whenthoucom’st thither,--Dull uninindfulvillain, cher'd, 25
[To Catesby. Old barren plants, to wail it with their age.
Why stay'st thou here, and go'st not to the duke? Swear not by time to come ; for that thou hast
Cates. First, mighty liege, tell me your highness! Misus'd ere us’d, by times ill-us'd o'er-past.
pleasure, K. Rich. As I intend to prosper, and repent!
What from your grace I shall deliver to him. So thrive I in my dangerous attempt
301 K. Rich. 0, true, good Catesby ;-Bid him Of hostile arms! myself myself confound !
levy straight Heaven, and fortune, bar ine happy hours !
The greatest strength and power he can make, Day, yield me not thy light; nor, night, thy rest!
And meet me suddenly at Salisbury, Be opposite all planets of good luck
[Exit. To my proceeding, if, with pure heart's love,
35 Rat. What, may it please you, shall I do at Immaculate devotion, holy thoughts,
(before I go? I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter !
K. Rich. Why, what wouldst thou do there, In her consists iny happiness, and thine;
Rat. Your highness told me, I should post Without her, follows to myself, and thee,
before, Herself, the land, and many a christian soul,
Enter Lord Stanley. Death, desolation, ruin, and decay:
K. Rich. My mind is chang'd. --Stanley, what It cannot be avoided, but by this ;
news with you? It will not be avoided, but by this;
Stanl. None good, my liege, to please you Therefore, dear niother, (I must call you so)
with the bearing; Be the attorney of my love to her:
45 Nor none so bad, but well may be reported. Plead what I will be, not what I have been ; K.Rich. Heyday, a riddle, neithergood, nor bad! Not my deserts, but what I will deserve: What need'st thou run so many miles about, Urge the necessity and state of times,
When thou may'st tell thy tale the nearest way? And be not peevish found in great designs. Once more, what news?
Queen. Shall I be tempted of the devil thus? 50 Stanl. Richmond is on the seas,
on him! K. Rich. Ay, if yourself's remenıbrance wrong White-liver'd runagate, what doth he there? yourself."
Stanl.I knownot,mightysovereign, but byguess, Queen. But thou didst kill my children. 55 K. Rich. Well, as you guess? [Morton, K. Rich. But in your daughter's womb I bury Stanl. Stirr'd up by Dorset, Buckingham, and them :
He makes for England, here to claim the crown, Where, in that nest of spicery', they shall breed K. Rieh: Is the chair empty? is the sword unSelves of then selves, to your recomforture.
Alluding to the phenix,
Cates. I go.
And who is England's king, but great York's heir ? K. Rich. Oh, I cry you mercy:
Stunl. Unless for that, my liege, I cannot guess. Hath any well-advised friend proclaim'd
K.Rich. Unless for that hecomes to be your liege, Reward to him that brings the traitor in? (liege. You cannot guess wherefore theWelshman comes. 5 3 Mes. Such proclamation hath been made, my Thou wilt revolt, and fly to him, I fear. [not.
Enter another Messenger. Stanl. No, mighty liege; therefore mistrust me 4 Mes. Sir
Thomas Lovel,and lord marquis Dor K. Rich, Where is thy power, then, to beat him 'Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in asms. (set, back?
But this good comfort bring I to your highness, Where be thy tenants, and thy followers? 10 The Bretagne navy is dispers'd by tempest: Are they not now upon the western shore, Richmond, in Dorsetshirė, sent out a boat Safe-conducting the rebels from their ships? Unto the shore, to ask those on the banks, Stan. No, my good lord, my friends are in the If they were his assistants, yea, or no; north.
(the north, Who answer'd him, they came from Buckingham K. Rich. Cold friends to me; What do they in 15 Upon his party: he, mistrusting them, When they should servetheir sovereignin the west: Hois’dsail, and made his course again for Bretagne. Stanl. 'They have not been commanded, inighty K. Rich. March on, march on, since we are up king:
If not to fight with foreign enemies, [in arms; Pleaseth your majesty to give me leave, Yet to beat down these rebels here at hoine. I'll muster up my friends ; and meet your grace, 20
Enter Catesby. Where, and what time, your majesty shall please. Cates, My liege, the duke of Buckingham is taken, K. Rich. Ay, ay, thou wouldst be gone to join That is the best news; That the Earl of Richmond with Richmond :
Is with a mighty power landed at Milford, But I'll not trust you, sir.
Is colder news, but yet it must be told. [here, Stanl. Most mighty sovereign,
25 K.Rich. Away towards Salisbury; while we reason You have no cause to told my friendship doubtful; A royal battle might be won and lost:I never was, nor never will be false.
Some one take order, Buckingham be brought K. Rich, Well
, go, muster thy men. But, hear To Salisbury ;-the rest march on with me. you, leave behind (firm,
[Exeunt. Your son, George Stanley: look your heart be 30 Or else his head's assurance is but frail.
$ CE NE V.. Stanl. So deal with him; as I prove true to you.
Lord Stanley's House.
Enter Lord Stanley, and Sir Christopher Urswick. Mes. My gracioușsovereign, now in Devonshire, 35 Stanl. Sir Christopher’, tell Richmond this from As ! by friends am well advertised,
That, in the stye of this most bloody boar (me;Sir Edward Courtney, and the haughty prelate, My son George Stanley is frank'd up in hold; Bishop of Exeter, his elder brother,
If I revalt, oft goes young George's head; With many more confed'rates, are in arms. The fear of that withholds my present aid. Enter a Messenger.
40 But, tell me, where is princely Riehmond now? 2 Mes. In Kent, my liege, the Guilfords are Chri. At Pembroke, or at Ha'rford-west, in And every hour more competitors' [in arms; Stanl. What men of name resort to him? [Wales. Flock to the rebels, and their power grows strong. Chri, Sir Walter Herbert, a renown'd soldier; Enter another Messenger.
Sir Gilbert Talbot; and Sir William Stanley; 3 Mes, My lord, the army of great Bucking- 45Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, Sir James Blunt, ham—
And Rice ap Thomas, with a valiant crew; K. Rich. Out on ye, owls! nothing but songs And many other of great name and worth : of death?
(He strikes him. And towards London do they bend their course, There, take thou that, 'till thou bring better news. If by the way they be not fought withal. [to hiin;
3 Mes. The news I have to tell your majesty, 50 Stanl. Well, hie thee to thy lord; commend me 1s, that, by sudden floods and fall of waters, Tell him, the queen hath heartily consented Buckinghain's army is dispers'd and scatter'd; He shall espouse Elizabeth her daughter. And he himself wander'd away alone,
These letters will resolve him of my mind. No man knows whither.
[Exeunt. j. e. opponents. 2 The
person who is called Sir Christopher here, appears by the Chronicles to have been Christopher Urswick, a batchelor in divinity; and chaplain to the countess of Richmond, who had intermarried with the lord Stanley. This priest, the history tells us, frequently went backwards and forwards, unsuspected, on messages betwixt the countess of Richmond and her husband, nad the young earl of Richmond, whilst he was preparing to make his descent on England. Dr. Johnaan hus observed, that Sir was anciently a title assumed by graduates.
In God's name, chearly on, courageous friends,
To reap the harvest of perpetual peace Enter the Sheriff, withBuchingham, led to execution. By this one bloody trial of sharp war.
Oxf. Every man's conscience is a thousand Buck. WİLL not king Richard let me speak| 5 To fight against that bloody homicide: [swords, Sher. No, my good lord; therefore be patient.
Herb. I doubt not, but his friends will turn to us.
Blunt. He hath no friends, but who are friends Buck. Hastings, and Edward'schildren, Rivers, Holy king Henry, and thy fairson Edward, [Grey, which, in his dearest need, will fly from him.
for fear; Vaughan, and all that have miscarried By underhand corrupted foul injustice;
10 Richm. All for our vantage. Then, in God's If that your moody discontented souls
name march: Do through the clouds behold this present hour,
True hope is swift, and flies withi swallow's wings ; Even for revenge mock my destruction !
Kings it makes gods, and meaner crcatures kings. This is All-Souls' day, fellow's, is it not?
151 Sher. It is, my lord.
SCENE III. Buck. Why, then All-Souls' day is my body's
Boszorth Field. This is the day, which, in king Edward's time, Enter King Richard in arms, with the Duke of I wish'd might fall on me, when I was found
Norfolk, Earl of Surrey, and others. False to his children, or his wife's allies:
K. Rich. Here pitch our tent, even here in BosThis is the day, wherein I wish'd to fall
worth Field.By the false faith of him whom most I trusted ; My lord of Surrey, why look you so sad? This, this All-Souls' day to my fearful soul, Surr. My heart is ten times lighter than my Is the determin'd respite of my wrongs:
K. Rich. My lord of Norfolk, [looks. That high All-seer whom I dally'd with,
Nor. Here, most gracious liege. Hath turu'd my feigned prayer on iny head,
K. Rich. Norfolk, we must have knocks; Ha!' And given in earnest what I begg'd in jest.
must we not?
lord. Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men Nor. We must both give and take, my loving To turn their own points on their masters' bosoms: K. Rich. Up with my tent: Here will I lie toThus Margaret's curse falls heavy on my neck,
[that.When he, quoth she, shall split thy heart with sor- 130 But where, to-morrow ?–Well, all's one for Remember Margaret was a prophetess : [row, Who hath desery'd the number of the traitors? Come, sirs, convey me to the block of shame; Nor. Six or seven thousand is their utmost power. Wrong hath butwrong, and blame the due ofblame. K. Rich. Why, our battalia trebles that account: [Exeunt Buckingham, gic. 3. Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength,
Which they upon the adverse faction want.
Up with the tent.--Come, noble gentlemen, Tamworth, on thie borders of Leicestershire. A camp. Let us survey the vantage of the ground;Enter Henry Earl of Richmond, Earl of Oxford,
Call for some men of sound direction * :Şir James Blunt, Sir Walter Herbert, and 40
Let's want no discipline, make no delay; others, with 'drum and colours,
For, lords, to-morrow is a busy day.
[Ereunt. Richm. Fellows in armis, and my most loving Enter, on the other side of the field, Richmond, Sir Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny, [friends,
William Brandon, Orford, Dorset, dc. Thus far into the bowels of the land
Richm. The weary sun hath made a golden set, Have we march'd on without impediment; 45 And, by the bright track of his fiery car, And here receive we from our father Stanley Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.Lines of fair comfort and encouragement. Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my standard. -The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar, Give me some ink and paper in my tent; That spoil'd your summer fields and fruitful vines, I'll draw the form and model of our battle, Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his 50 Limit each leader to his several charge, trough
And part in just proportion our small power. In your embowell'd' bosoms,—this foul swine My lord of Oxford, -you, Sir William Brandon, Lies now even in the centre of this isle,
And you, Sir Walter Herbert, stay with me:Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn : The earl of Pembroke keeps his regiment; From Tamworth thither, is but one day's march.55 Good captain Blunt, bear my good night to him,
· The reason why the duke of Buckingham solicited an interview with the king, is explained in K. Henry VIII. Act I. a i. e. the time to which the punishment of his wrongs was respited Wrongs here means wrongs done, or injurious practices. i. e, ripped up. * i, e. true judge. ment; tried military skill.