3341Is with a mighty power Landed at Milford,

3342Is colder Newes, but yet they must be told.

3343Rich. Away towards Salsbury, while we reason here,

3344A Royall batteil might be wonne and lost:

3345Some one take order Buckingham be brought

3346To Salsbury, the rest march on with me. Florish. Exeunt

3349Der. Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this from me,

3350That in the stye of the most deadly Bore,

3351My Sonne George Stanley is frankt vp in hold:

3352If I reuolt, off goes yong Georges head,

3353The feare of that, holds off my present ayde.

3354So get thee gone: commend me to thy Lord.

3355Withall say, that the Queene hath heartily consented

3356He should espouse Elizabeth hir daughter.

3357But tell me, where is Princely Richmond now?

3358Chri. At Penbroke, or at Hertford West in Wales.

3359Der. What men of Name resort to him.

3360Chri, Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned Souldier,

3361Sir Gilbert Talbot, Sir William Stanley,

3362Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, Sir Iames Blunt,

3363And Rice ap Thomas, with a valiant Crew,

3364And many other of great name and worth:

3365And towards London do they bend their power,

3366If by the way they be not fought withall.

3367Der. Well hye thee to thy Lord: I kisse his hand,

3368My Letter will resolue him of my minde.

3369Farewell. Exeunt

3373Buc. Will not King Richard let me speake with him?

3374Sher. No my good Lord, therefore be patient.

3375Buc. Hastings, and Edwards children, Gray & Riuers,

3376Holy King Henry, and thy faire Sonne Edward,

3377Vaughan, and all that haue miscarried

3378By vnder-hand corrupted foule iniustice,

3379If that your moody discontented soules,

3380Do through the clowds behold this present houre,

3381Euen for reuenge mocke my destruction.

3382This is All-soules day (Fellow) is it not?

3383Sher. It is.

3384Buc. Why then Al-soules day, is my bodies doomsday

3385This is the day, which in King Edwards time

3386I wish'd might fall on me, when I was found

3387False to his Children, and his Wiues Allies.

3388This is the day, wherein I wisht to fall

3389By the false Faith of him whom most I trusted.

3390This, this All-soules day to my fearfull Soule,

3391Is the determin'd respit of my wrongs:

3392That high All-seer, which I dallied with,

3393Hath turn'd my fained Prayer on my head,

3394And giuen in earnest, what I begg'd in iest.

3395Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men

3396To turne their owne points in their Masters bosomes.

3397Thus Margarets curse falles heauy on my necke:

3398When he (quoth she) shall split thy heart with sorrow,

3399Remember Margaret was a Prophetesse:

3400Come leade me Officers to the blocke of shame,

3401Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame.

3406Richm Fellowes in Armes, and my most louing Frends

3407Bruis'd vnderneath the yoake of Tyranny,

3408Thus farre into the bowels of the Land,

3409Haue we marcht on without impediment;

3410And heere receiue we from our Father Stanley

3411Lines of faire comfort and encouragement:

3412The wretched, bloody, and vsurping Boare,

3413(That spoyl'd your Summer Fields, and fruitfull Vines)

3414Swilles your warm blood like wash, & makes his trough

3415In your embowel'd bosomes: This foule Swine

3416Is now euen in the Centry of this Isle,

3417Ne're to the Towne of Leicester, as we learne:

3418From Tamworth thither, is but one dayes march.

3419In Gods name cheerely on, couragious Friends,

3420To reape the Haruest of perpetuall peace,

3421By this one bloody tryall of sharpe Warre.

3422Oxf. Euery mans Conscience is a thousand men,

3423To fight against this guilty Homicide.

3424Her. I doubt not but his Friends will turne to vs.

3425Blunt. He hath no friends, but what are friends for fear,

3426Which in his deerest neede will flye from him.

3427Richm. All for our vantage, then in Gods name march,

3428True Hope is swift, and flyes with Swallowes wings,

3429Kings it makes Gods, and meaner creatures Kings.

3433Rich. Here pitch our Tent, euen here in Bosworth field,

3434My Lord of Surrey, why looke you so sad?

3435Sur. My heart is ten times lighter then my lookes.

3436Rich. My Lord of Norfolke.

3437Nor. Heere most gracious Liege.

3438Rich. Norfolke, we must haue knockes:

3439Ha, must we not?

3440Nor. We must both giue and take my louing Lord.

3441Rich. Vp with my Tent, heere wil I lye to night,

3442But where to morrow? Well, all's one for that.

3443Who hath descried the number of the Traitors?

3444Nor. Six or seuen thousand is their vtmost power.

3445Rich. Why our Battalia trebbles that account:

3446Besides, the Kings name is a Tower of strength,

3447Which they vpon the aduerse Faction want.

3448Vp with the Tent: Come Noble Gentlemen,

3449Let vs suruey the vantage of the ground.

3450Call for some men of sound direction: