Richard the Third (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Life and Death of Richard the Third.
¶Is with a mighty power Landed at Milford,
¶A Royall batteil might be wonne and lost:
3345Some one take order Buckingham be brought
¶To Salsbury, the rest march on with me.
Florish. Exeunt
¶
Scena Quarta.
¶
Enter Derby, and Sir Christopher.
¶My Sonne George Stanley is frankt vp in hold:
¶If I reuolt, off goes yong Georges head,
¶The feare of that, holds off my present ayde.
¶So get thee gone: commend me to thy Lord.
¶But tell me, where is Princely Richmond now?
3360Chri, Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned Souldier,
¶Sir Gilbert Talbot, Sir William Stanley,
¶Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, Sir Iames Blunt,
¶And Rice ap Thomas, with a valiant Crew,
¶And many other of great name and worth:
3365And towards London do they bend their power,
¶If by the way they be not fought withall.
¶My Letter will resolue him of my minde.
¶Farewell.
Exeunt
3370
Actus Quintus. Scena Prima.
¶
Enter Buckingham with Halberds, led
¶to Execution.
¶Sher. No my good Lord, therefore be patient.
¶Holy King Henry, and thy faire Sonne Edward,
¶Vaughan, and all that haue miscarried
¶By vnder-hand corrupted foule iniustice,
3380Do through the clowds behold this present houre,
¶Euen for reuenge mocke my destruction.
¶This is All-soules day (Fellow) is it not?
¶Sher. It is.
3385This is the day, which in King Edwards time
¶I wish'd might fall on me, when I was found
¶False to his Children, and his Wiues Allies.
¶This is the day, wherein I wisht to fall
3390This, this All-soules day to my fearfull Soule,
¶Is the determin'd respit of my wrongs:
¶That high All-seer, which I dallied with,
¶Hath turn'd my fained Prayer on my head,
3395Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men
¶Thus Margarets curse falles heauy on my necke:
3400Come leade me Officers to the blocke of shame,
¶Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame.
¶
Exeunt Buckingham with Officers.
¶
Scena Secunda.
¶
Enter Richmond, Oxford, Blunt, Herbert, and
3405others, with drum and colours.
¶Bruis'd vnderneath the yoake of Tyranny,
¶Thus farre into the bowels of the Land,
¶Haue we marcht on without impediment;
3410And heere receiue we from our Father Stanley
¶Lines of faire comfort and encouragement:
¶The wretched, bloody, and vsurping Boare,
¶(That spoyl'd your Summer Fields, and fruitfull Vines)
¶Swilles your warm blood like wash, & makes his trough
3415In your embowel'd bosomes: This foule Swine
¶Is now euen in the Centry of this Isle,
¶Ne're to the Towne of Leicester, as we learne:
¶From Tamworth thither, is but one dayes march.
¶In Gods name cheerely on, couragious Friends,
3420To reape the Haruest of perpetuall peace,
¶To fight against this guilty Homicide.
¶Her. I doubt not but his Friends will turne to vs.
3425Blunt. He hath no friends, but what are friends for fear,
¶Richm. All for our vantage, then in Gods name march,
¶True Hope is swift, and flyes with Swallowes wings,
¶Kings it makes Gods, and meaner creatures Kings.
3430
Exeunt Omnes.
¶
Enter King Richard in Armes with Norfolke, Ratcliffe,
¶and the Earle of Surrey.
3435Sur. My heart is ten times lighter then my lookes.
¶Rich. My Lord of Norfolke.
¶Ha, must we not?
¶Rich. Vp with my Tent, heere wil I lye to night,
¶But where to morrow? Well, all's one for that.
¶Who hath descried the number of the Traitors?
3445Rich. Why our Battalia trebbles that account:
¶Which they vpon the aduerse Faction want.
¶Vp with the Tent: Come Noble Gentlemen,
¶Let vs suruey the vantage of the ground.
Let's
