For Dmyself have many tears to wash Jys?
Hereafter time, for time paft, wrong'd by thee.
The children live, whofe fathers thou haft flaughter'd,
Ungovern'd youth, to wail it in their age.

The parents live, whofe children thou haft butcher'd,
Old wither'd pats, to wail it in their ages!¶.
Swear not by time to come, for that thou haft AJ
Mifusedere us'd, by times ill-us'd o'er past.

K. Rich. As I intend to profper and repent,
So thrive I in my dangerous attempt
Of hoftile arms! myfelf, myfelf confound;
Heaven and fortune bar me happy hours;
Day yield me not thy light, nor night thy reft;
Be oppofite all planets of good luck

To my proceeding; if with pure heart's love,
Immaculate devotion, holy thoughts,

I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter!
In her confifts my happiness, and thine;
Without her, follows to myself and thee,
Herfelf, the land, and many a christian soul,
Death, defolation, ruin, and decay.
It cannot be avoided, but by this;
It will not be avoided, but by this.
Therefore, dear mother, (I muft call you fo,)
Be the attorney of my love to her;

Plead what I will be, not what I have been;
Not my deferts, but what I will deferve:
Urge the neceffity and ftate of times;

And be not peevish found in great defigns.

Queen. Shall I be tempted of the devil thus in onT K. Rich Ay, if the devil tempt you to do good. Queen. Shall I forget myself to be myfelf!?

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 n K. Rich. And be a happy mother by the deed. Queen. I go, write to me shortly..

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K. Rich. Bear her my true love's kifs, and so farewel [Exit Queen. Relenting fool, and fhallow, changing, woman! Enter Ratcliff.

Rat. Moft mighty Sovereign, on the western coaft Rideth a puiffant navy: to our fhores

Throng many doubtful hollow-hearted friends, Unarm'd, and unrefolv'd to beat them back. 1 К 'Tis thought, that Richmond is their Admiral ut And there they hull, expecting but the aid

Of Buckingham, to welcome them afhore.

K.R. Some light-foot friend poft to the Duke of Norfolk, Ratcliff, thyfelf, or Catesby; where is, he Poison G? Catef. Here, my good Lord.

K. Rich. Catesby, fly to the Duke.

Catef, I will, my Lord, with, all convenient hafte. K. Rich. Ratcliff, come hither, poft to Salisbury; When thou com'ft thither-dull unmindful villain, [To Catef Why ftay't thou here, and go'ft not to the Duke?

Cates. First, mighty Liege, tell me your Highness' pleaWhat from your Grace I fall deliver to him.fure,

K. Rich. O true, good Catesby, bid him levy ftrait The greateft ftrength and power he can make, moti And meet me fuddenly at Salisbury.

Catef. I go.

[Exit. Rat. What, may it please you, fhall I do at Salisbury? K. Rich. Why, what would'it thou do there, before I go?Rat. Your Highnefs told me, I fhould poft before.. K. Rich. My mind is chang'd

Enter Lord, Stanley.

Stanley, what news with you

Stan. None good, my Liege, to please you with the Nor none fo bad, but well may be reported. [hearing;. K. Rich. Heyday, a riddle! neither good nor bad: Why doft thou run fo many miles about,

When thou may't tell thy tale the nearest way?
Once more, what news Noć HOLSTE

Stan. Richmond is on the feas.

K. Rich

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

Stan. I know not, mighty Sov'reign, but by guess.
K. Rich. Well, as you guess.

Stan. Stirr'd up by Dorfet, Buckingbam, and Morton, He makes for England, here to claim the crown.

K. Rich. Is the chair empty? is the fword unfway'dr Is the King dead? the empire unpoffeft?

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 fea?

Stan. Unlefs for that, my Liege, I cannot guess.
K. Rich. Unless for that he comes to be your Liege,
You cannot guefs wherefore the Welsh-man comes.
Thou wilt revolt, and fly to him, I fear.

Stan. 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 fhips?

Stan. 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 ferve their Sov'reign in the weft?? Stan. They have not been commanded, mighty King ; Please it your Majefty to give me leave,

I'll mufter up my friends, and meet your Grace,
Where, and what time your Majefty fhall pleafe.
K. Ricb. Ay, thou would't fain be gone, to join with.
But I'll not truft thee.
[Richmond:

Stan. Mighty Sovereign, You have no caufe to hold my friendship doubtful; I never was, nor never will be falfe.

K. Rich. Go then, and mufter men; but leave behind Your fon George Stanley: look, your heart be firm : Or elfe his head's affurance is but frail.

Stan. So deal with him, as I prove true to you!

Enter a Mellenger.

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[Exit Stanley.

Me. My gracious Sov'reign, now in Devonfire, As I by friends am well advertised,

Sir Edmond Courtney, and the haughty Prelate,
Bishop of Exeter his elder brother,

With many more confed'rates, are in arms. Bet"}
Enter another Meffenger.

arms,

Me. In Kent, my Lege, the Guilfords are in arm And ev'ry hour more competitors.

Flock to the rebels, and their power grows ftrong.

Enter another Messenger,

Mef. My Lord, the army of the Duke of BuckinghamK. Rich, Out on ye, owls ! nothing but fongs of death ♪ is [He strikes him. There, take thou that, till thou bring better news. Me. The news I have to tell your Majesty, and Is, that, by fudden floods and fall of waters, Buckingham's army is difpers'd and fcatter'd ; And he himself wander'd away alone,

No man knows whither.

K. Rich. Oh! I cry thee mercy;

There is my purfe, to cure that blow of thine.
Hath any well-advifed friend proclaim'd
Reward to him that brings the traitor in?

Mef Such proclamation hath been made, my Liege.
Enter another Meffenger.

Mef. Sir Thomas Lovel, and Lord Marquifs Dorfet. Tis faid, My Liege, in Yorkshire are in arms; But this good comfort bring I to your Highnefs, The Bretagne navy is difpers'd, by tempeft. Richmond in Dorfetfire fent out a boat Unto the shore, to ask thofe on the banks," If they were his affiftants, yea, or no; Who anfwer'd him, they came from Buckingham.

Upon his party; he, miftrufting them,

Hois'd fail, and made his courfe again for Bretagne.

K. Rich. March on, march on, fince we are up in arms; If not to fight with foreign enemies,

Yet to beat down thefe rebels here at home.

Enter

Enter Catesby.d goxå te qodid

Catef. My Liege, the Duke of Buckingham is taken, That is the best. It news that Earl of Richmond Is with a mighty pow'r landed at Milford,

the a

Is colder news, but yet it must be told: Í MA K. Rich.

A roval bary tow'rds Salisbury; while we reason here,

might be won and loft:

Some one take order, Buckingham be brought
To Salisbury; the reft march on with me.

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[Exeunt,

SCENE changes to the Lord Stanley's Houfe.

Enter Lord Stanley, and Sir Chriftopher Urfwick.

Stan. SIR Chriflopher, tell Richmond this from me; (23)

That in the fty of this moft bloody Boar, My fon George Stanley is frankt up in hold: If I revolt, off goes young George's head, ; The fear of that holds off my prefent aid. So, get thee gone; commend me to thy Lord. Say too, the Queen hath heartily confented 2. brewsd He fhould efpoufe Elizabeth her daughter. But tell me, where is Princely Richmond now Chri. At Pembroke, or at Hertford-weft in Wales. Stan. What men of name refort to him? Chri. Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned foldier, Sir Gilbert Talbot, and Sir William Stanley, on and Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, Sir James Blunt,& T And Rice ap Thomas, with a valiant crew And many other of great name and worth

(23) Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this from me;] The perfor, who is call'd Sir Chriftopher here, and who has been fyl'd fo in the Dramatis Perfora of all the impreffions, I find by the chronicles to have been Chriftopher Urfavick, a batchelor in divinity, and chaplain to the Counters of Richmond, who had intermarried with the Lord Stanley. This Prieft, the hiftory tells us, frequently went backwards and forwards hufband, and the young Earl of Richmond, unfufpected, on meflages betwixt the Countess whilft he was preparing to make his defcent on England.

of Richmond,

And