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Enter another Messenger. Mef. In Kent, my Liege, the Guilfords are in arms, And every hour a more competitors Flock to the Rebels, and their Power grows strong.

Enter another Mesenger. Mef. My Lord, the army of the Duke of Buck

ingham K. Rich. Out on ye, owls! nothing but songs of death?

[He lirikes bin. There, take thou that, 'till thou bring better news.

Mel. he 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 himself wander'd away alone,
No man knows whither.

K. Rich. Oh! 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 ?
Mej. Such Proclamation hath been made, my Liege.

Enter ancther Messenger. Mes. Sir Thomas Lovel, and Lord Marquis Dorset, 'Tis faid, my Liege, in Yorkshire are in arms; But this good comfort bring I to your Highness, The Bretagne Navy is dispersed, by tempeft. , Richmond in Dorsetswire fent out a boat Unto the shore, to ask thofe on the banks, If they were his assistants, yea, or no; Who answered him, they came from Buckingham Upon his Party; he, mistrusting them, I lois'd fail, and made his course for Bretagny.

2 More competitors.] That is, more opponents.

K. Ricb

K. Rich, March on, march on, since we are up in

arms, If not to fight with foreign enemies, Yet to beat down these Rebels here at home.

Enter Catesby. Cates. My Liege, the Duke of Buckingham is taken, That is the best 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 reason

here, A royal battle might be won and loft. Some one take order, Buckingham be brought To Salisbury ; the rest march on with me. (Exeunt.

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Changes to the Lord Stanley's House. Enter Lord Stanley, and Sir Christopher Urswick. Stanl. :

IR Christopher, tell Richmond this from

SIR

me ;

That in the sty of įhis most bloody Boar,
My son George Stanley is franke up in hold;
If I revolt, off goes young George's head;
The fear of that holds off my present aid.

3 Sir Christopher, tell Rich- intermarried with the Lord Stan

mond this from me ;] The ley. This Priest, the History tells Person, who is callid Sir Cbrifto- us, frequently went backwards pher here, and who has been and forwards, unsuspected, on Atilld so in the Dramatis Perfonae Meffages betwixt the Countess of of all the Impressions, I find by Richmond, and her Hufband, and the Chronicles to have been the young Earl of Richmond, Christopher Urswick, a Bachelor whilft he was preparing to make in Divinity; and Chaplain to the his Descent on England. Countess of Richmond, who had

THEOBALD,

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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 Harford-west in Wales,
Stanl. What men of name resort to him?

Chri. Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned soldier,
Sir Gilbert Talbot, and Sir William Stanley,
Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, Sir James Blunt,
And Rice ap Thomas, with a valiant crew,
And many others of great name and worth;
And towards London do they bend their Power,
If by the way they be not fought withal.

Stanl. Well, hie thee to thy Lord, I kiss his hand, My Letter will resolve him of

my

mind, Farewel.

(Exeunt.

ACT V.

SCENE I.

S A L IS B UR Y..

Enter the Sheriff, and Buckingham, with balberds,

led to Execution.

BUCKINGHAM.

W

ILL not King Richard let me speak with him?
Sber. No, good my Lord, therefore be pa-

tient. Buck. Hastings, and Edward's children, Gray and

Rivers,
Holy King Henry, and thy fair fon Edward,
Vaughan, and all that have miscarried
By under-hand, corrupted, foul injustice;
It that your moody, discontented, souls
Do through the clouds behold this present hour,

Ey'n

Ev'n for revenge mock my destruction. .
This is All-Souls day, fellows, is it not?

Sber. 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 wifh'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 Soul,
* Is the determin'd respite of my wrongs.
That high All-feer, which I dallied with,
Hath turn'd my feigned prayer on my head,
And giv'n in earnest, what i begg'd in jeft.
Thus doth he force the fwords of wicked men
To turn their own points on their masters' bosoms.
Thus Marg'ret's Curse falls heavy on my head.
When he, quoth she, shall split thy heart with sorrow,
Remember, Marg'ret was a Prophetess.
Come, Sirs, convey me to the block of shame;
Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame.

[Exeunt Buckingham, Sheriff and Officers.

4 Is the determind RESPITE of more full and striking conclu.

my wrongs.] This is non- fion, and the fifth act will comsense, we should read RESPECT prise the business of the imporof my wrongs, i.e. requital. tant day, which put an end to

WARBURTON. the competition of York and Lan Hanmer had rightly explained cafter. Some of the quarto ediit, the time to which the punish- tions are not divided into acts, ment of his wrongs was respited. and it is probable that this and

Wrongs in this line means many other plays were left by the wrongs done, or injúrious prac- authour in one anbroken contitices.

nuity, and afterwards distributed s. Blame the due of blame. ] by chance, or what seems to This scene should, in my opi. have been a guide very little betnion, be added to the foregoing ter, by the judgment or caprice act, so the fourth act will have a of the first editors.

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Tamworth, on the Borders of Leicester-Shire.

A Camp.

Enter Richmond, Oxford, Blunt, Herbert, and others,

wilb Drum and Colours.

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Richm. U ELLOWS 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 usurping Boar,
That spoil'd your lummer-fields, and fruitful vines,
Şwills your warm blood like walh, and makes his

trough
In your "embowell'd bosoms; this foul swine
Lięş now ev’n in the centre of this Ine,
Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn ;
From Tamworth thither is but one day's march.
In God's name, cheerly on, couragious friends,
To reap the harvest of perpetual peace,
By this one bloody trial of sharp war.

Oxf. Ev'ry man's conscience is a thousand swords,
To fight agażnst that bloody homicide.

Herb. I doubt not, but his friends will fly to us.
Blunt. He hath no friends, but who are friends for

fear,
Which in his dearest Need will fly from hini.

6 Embowelld bofums.] Exen- lish courts against traytors, by teraled; ripped up; alluding, which they are condemned to perhaps, to the Promethean vul- he hanged, drawn, that is, empre; or, more probably, to the bowell'd, and quartered. fetence pronounced in the Eng;

Richni,

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