3223How now, what newes?

3225Rat. Most mightie Soueraigne, on the Westerne Coast

3226Rideth a puissant Nauie: to our Shores

3227Throng many doubtfull hollow-hearted friends,

3228Vnarm'd, and vnresolu'd to beat them backe.

3229'Tis thought, that Richmond is their Admirall:

3230And there they hull, expecting but the aide

3231Of Buckingham, to welcome them ashore.

3232Rich. Some light-foot friend post to y^e Duke of Norfolk:

3233Ratcliffe thy selfe, or Catesby, where is hee?

3234Cat. Here, my good Lord.

3235Rich. Catesby, flye to the Duke.

3236Cat. I will, my Lord, with all conuenient haste.

3237Rich. Catesby come hither, poste to Salisbury:

3238When thou com'st thither: Dull vnmindfull Villaine,

3239Why stay'st thou here, and go'st not to the Duke?

3240Cat. First, mighty Liege, tell me your Highnesse pleasure,

3241What from your Grace I shall deliuer to him.

3242Rich. O true, good Catesby, bid him leuie straight

3243The greatest strength and power that he can make,

3244And meet me suddenly at Salisbury.

3245Cat. I goe. Exit.

3246Rat. What, may it please you, shall I doe at Salis-

3247bury?

3248Rich. Why, what would'st thou doe there, before I

3249goe?

3250Rat. Your Highnesse told me I should poste before.

3251Rich. My minde is chang'd:

3253Stanley, what newes with you?

3254Sta. None, good my Liege, to please you with y^e hearing,

3255Nor none so bad, but well may be reported.

3256Rich. Hoyday, a Riddle, neither good nor bad:

3257What need'st thou runne so many miles about,

3258When thou mayest tell thy Tale the neerest way?

3259Once more, what newes?

3260Stan. Richmond is on the Seas.

3261Rich. There let him sinke, and be the Seas on him,

3262White-liuer'd Runnagate, what doth he there?

3263Stan. I know not, mightie Soueraigne, but by guesse.

3264Rich. Well, as you guesse.

3265Stan. Stirr'd vp by Dorset, Buckingham, and Morton,

3266He makes for England, here to clayme the Crowne.

3267Rich. Is the Chayre emptie? is the Sword vnsway'd?

3268Is the King dead? the Empire vnpossest?

3269What Heire of Yorke is there aliue, but wee?

3270And who is Englands King, but great Yorkes Heire?

3271Then tell me, what makes he vpon the Seas?

3272Stan. Vnlesse for that, my Liege, I cannot guesse.

3273Rich. Vnlesse for that he comes to be your Liege,

3274You cannot guesse wherefore the Welchman comes.

3275Thou wilt reuolt, and flye to him, I feare.

3276Stan. No, my good Lord, therefore mistrust me not.

3277Rich. Where is thy Power then, to beat him back?

3278Where be thy Tenants, and thy followers?

3279Are they not now vpon the Westerne Shore,

3280Safe-conducting the Rebels from their Shippes?

3281Stan. No, my good Lord, my friends are in the

3282North.

3283Rich. Cold friends to me: what do they in the North,

3284When they should serue their Soueraigne in the West?

3285Stan. They haue not been commanded, mighty King:

3286Pleaseth your Maiestie to giue me leaue,

3287Ile muster vp my friends, and meet your Grace,

3288Where, and what time your Maiestie shall please.

3289Rich. I, thou would'st be gone, to ioyne with Richmond:

3290But Ile not trust thee.

3291Stan. Most mightie Soueraigne,

3292You haue no cause to hold my friendship doubtfull,

3293I neuer was, nor neuer will be false.

3294Rich. Goe then, and muster men: but leaue behind

3295Your Sonne George Stanley: looke your heart be firme,

3296Or else his Heads assurance is but fraile.

3297Stan. So deale with him, as I proue true to you.

3300Mess. My gracious Soueraigne, now in Deuonshire,

3301As I by friends am well aduertised,

3302Sir Edward Courtney, and the haughtie Prelate,

3303Bishop of Exeter, his elder Brother,

3304With many moe Confederates, are in Armes.

3306Mess. In Kent, my Liege, the Guilfords are in Armes,

3307And euery houre more Competitors

3308Flocke to the Rebels, and their power growes strong.

3310Mess. My Lord, the Armie of great Buckingham.

3311Rich. Out on ye, Owles, nothing but Songs of Death,

3313There, take thou that, till thou bring better newes.

3314Mess. The newes I haue to tell your Maiestie,

3315Is, that by sudden Floods, and fall of Waters,

3316Buckinghams Armie is dispers'd and scatter'd,

3317And he himselfe wandred away alone,

3318No man knowes whither.

3319Rich. I cry thee mercie:

3320There is my Purse, to cure that Blow of thine.

3321Hath any well-aduised friend proclaym'd

3322Reward to him that brings the Traytor in?

3323Mess. Such Proclamation hath been made, my Lord.

3325Mess. Sir Thomas Louell, and Lord Marquesse Dorset,

3326'Tis said, my Liege, in Yorkeshire are in Armes:

3327But this good comfort bring I to your Highnesse,

3328The Brittaine Nauie is dispers'd by Tempest.

3329Richmond in Dorsetshire sent out a Boat

3330Vnto the shore, to aske those on the Banks,

3331If they were his Assistants, yea, or no?

3332Who answer'd him, they came from Buckingham,

3333Vpon his partie: he mistrusting them,

3334Hoys'd sayle, and made his course againe for Brittaine.

3335Rich. March on, march on, since we are vp in Armes,

3336If not to fight with forraine Enemies,

3337Yet to beat downe these Rebels here at home.

3339Cat. My Liege, the Duke of Buckingham is taken,

3340That is the best newes: that the Earle of Richmond