2771Mar. So now prosperity begins to mellow,

2772And drop into the rotten mouth of death:

2773Heere in these Confines slily haue I lurkt,

2774To watch the waining of mine enemies.

2775A dire induction, am I witnesse to,

2776And will to France, hoping the consequence

2777Will proue as bitter, blacke, and Tragicall.

2778Withdraw thee wretched Margaret, who comes heere?

2780Qu. Ah my poore Princes! ah my tender Babes:

2781My vnblowed Flowres, new appearing sweets:

2782If yet your gentle soules flye in the Ayre,

2783And be not fixt in doome perpetuall,

2784Houer about me with your ayery wings,

2785And heare your mothers Lamentation.

2786Mar. Houer about her, say that right for right

2787Hath dim'd your Infant morne, to Aged night.

2788Dut. So many miseries haue craz'd my voyce,

2789That my woe-wearied tongue is still and mute.

2790Edward Plantagenet, why art thou dead?

2791Mar. Plantagenet doth quit Plantagenet,

2792Edward for Edward, payes a dying debt.

2793Qu. Wilt thou, O God, flye from such gentle Lambs,

2794And throw them in the intrailes of the Wolfe?

2795When didst thou sleepe, when such a deed was done?

2796Mar. When holy Harry dyed, and my sweet Sonne.

2797Dut. Dead life, blind sight, poore mortall liuing ghost,

2798Woes Scene, Worlds shame, Graues due, by life vsurpt,

2799Breefe abstract and record of tedious dayes,

2800Rest thy vnrest on Englands lawfull earth,

2801Vnlawfully made drunke with innocent blood.

2802Qu. Ah that thou would'st assoone affoord a Graue,

2803As thou canst yeeld a melancholly seate:

2804Then would I hide my bones, not rest them heere,

2805Ah who hath any cause to mourne but wee?

2806Mar. If ancient sorrow be most reuerent,

2807Giue mine the benefit of signeurie,

2808And let my greefes frowne on the vpper hand

2809If sorrow can admit Society.

2810I had an Edward, till a Richard kill'd him:

2811I had a Husband, till a Richard kill'd him:

2812Thou had'st an Edward, till a Richard kill'd him:

2813Thou had'st a Richard, till a Richard kill'd him.

2814Dut. I had a Richard too, and thou did'st kill him;

2815I had a Rutland too, thou hop'st to kill him.

2816Mar. Thou had'st a Clarence too,

2817And Richard kill'd him.

2818From forth the kennell of thy wombe hath crept

2819A Hell-hound that doth hunt vs all to death:

2820That Dogge, that had his teeth before his eyes,

2821To worry Lambes, and lap their gentle blood:

2822That foule defacer of Gods handy worke:

2823That reignes in gauled eyes of weeping soules:

2824That excellent grand Tyrant of the earth,

2825Thy wombe let loose to chase vs to our graues.

2826O vpright, iust, and true-disposing God,

2827How do I thanke thee, that this carnall Curre

2828Prayes on the issue of his Mothers body,

2829And makes her Pue-fellow with others mone.

2830Dut. Oh Harries wife, triumph not in my woes:

2831God witnesse with me, I haue wept for thine.

2832Mar. Beare with me: I am hungry for reuenge,

2833And now I cloy me with beholding it.

2834Thy Edward he is dead, that kill'd my Edward,

2835The other Edward dead, to quit my Edward:

2836Yong Yorke, he is but boote, because both they

2837Matcht not the high perfection of my losse.

2838Thy Clarence he is dead, that stab'd my Edward,

2839And the beholders of this franticke play,

2840Th'adulterate Hastings, Riuers, Vaughan, Gray,

2841Vntimely smother'd in their dusky Graues.

2842Richard yet liues, Hels blacke Intelligencer,

2843Onely reseru'd their Factor, to buy soules,

2844And send them thither: But at hand, at hand

2845Insues his pittious and vnpittied end.

2846Earth gapes, Hell burnes, Fiends roare, Saints pray,

2847To haue him sodainly conuey'd from hence:

2848Cancell his bond of life, deere God I pray,

2849That I may liue and say, The Dogge is dead.

2850Qu. O thou did'st prophesie, the time would come,

2851That I should wish for thee to helpe me curse

2852That bottel'd Spider, that foule bunch-back'd Toad.

2853Mar. I call'd thee then, vaine flourish of my fortune:

2854I call'd thee then, poore Shadow, painted Queen,

2855The presentation of but what I was;

2856The flattering Index of a direfull Pageant;

2857One heau'd a high, to be hurl'd downe below:

2858A Mother onely mockt with two faire Babes;

2859A dreame of what thou wast, a garish Flagge

2860To be the ayme of euery dangerous Shot;

2861A signe of Dignity, a Breath, a Bubble;

2862A Queene in ieast, onely to fill the Scene.

2863Where is thy Husband now? Where be thy Brothers?

2864Where be thy two Sonnes? Wherein dost thou Ioy?

2865Who sues, and kneeles, and sayes, God saue the Queene?

2866Where be the bending Peeres that flattered thee?

2867Where be the thronging Troopes that followed thee?

2868Decline all this, and see what now thou art.

2869For happy Wife, a most distressed Widdow:

2870For ioyfull Mother, one that wailes the name:

2871For one being sued too, one that humbly sues:

2872For Queene, a very Caytiffe, crown'd with care:

2873For she that scorn'd at me, now scorn'd of me:

2874For she being feared of all, now fearing one:

2875For she commanding all, obey'd of none.

2876Thus hath the course of Iustice whirl'd about,

2877And left thee but a very prey to time,

2878Hauing no more but Thought of what thou wast.

2879To torture thee the more, being what thou art,

2880Thou didst vsurpe my place, and dost thou not

2881Vsurpe the iust proportion of my Sorrow?

2882Now thy proud Necke, beares halfe my burthen'd yoke,

2883From which, euen heere I slip my wearied head,

2884And leaue the burthen of it all, on thee.

2885Farwell Yorkes wife, and Queene of sad mischance,

2886These English woes, shall make me smile in France.

2887Qu. O thou well skill'd in Curses, stay a-while,

2888And teach me how to curse mine enemies.

2889Mar. Forbeare to sleepe the night, and fast the day:

2890Compare dead happinesse, with liuing woe:

2891Thinke that thy Babes were sweeter then they were,

2892And he that slew them fowler then he is:

2893Bett'ring thy losse, makes the bad causer worse,

2894Reuoluing this, will teach thee how to Curse.

2895Qu. My words are dull, O quicken them with thine.

2896Mar. Thy woes will make them sharpe,

2897And pierce like mine. Exit Margaret.

2898Dut. Why should calamity be full of words?

2899Qu. Windy Atturnies to their Clients Woes,

2900Ayery succeeders of intestine ioyes,

2901Poore breathing Orators of miseries,

2902Let them haue scope, though what they will impart,

2903Helpe nothing els, yet do they ease the hart.

2904Dut. If so then, be not Tongue-ty'd: go with me,

2905And in the breath of bitter words, let's smother

2906My damned Son, that thy two sweet Sonnes smother'd.

2907The Trumpet sounds, be copious in exclaimes.

2909Rich. Who intercepts me in my Expedition?

2910Dut. O she, that might haue intercepted thee

2911By strangling thee in her aceursed wombe,

2912From all the slaughters (Wretch) that thou hast done.

2913Qu. Hid'st thou that Forhead with a Golden Crowne

2914Where't should be branded, if that right were right?

2915The slaughter of the Prince that ow'd that Crowne,

2916And the dyre death of my poore Sonnes, and Brothers.

2917Tell me thou Villaine-slaue, where are my Children?

2918Dut. Thou Toad, thou Toade,

2919Where is thy Brother Clarence?

2920And little Ned Plantagenet his Sonne?

2921Qu. Where is the gentle Riuers, Vaughan, Gray?

2922Dut. Where is kinde Hastings?

2923Rich. A flourish Trumpets, strike Alarum Drummes:

2924Let not the Heauens heare these Tell-tale women

2925Raile on the Lords Annointed. Strike I say.

2927Either be patient, and intreat me fayre,

2928Or with the clamorous report of Warre,

2929Thus will I drowne your exclamations.

2930Dut. Art thou my Sonne?

2931Rich. I, I thanke God, my Father, and your selfe.

2932Dut. Then patiently heare my impatience.

2933Rich. Madam, I haue a touch of your condition,

2934That cannot brooke the accent of reproofe.

2935Dut. O let me speake.

2936Rich. Do then, but Ile not heare.

2937Dut: I will be milde, and gentle in my words.

2938Rich. And breefe (good Mother) for I am in hast.

2939Dut. Art thou so hasty? I haue staid for thee

2940(God knowes) in torment and in agony.

2941Rich. And came I not at last to comfort you?

2942Dut. No by the holy Rood, thou know'st it well,

2943Thou cam'st on earth, to make the earth my Hell.

2944A greeuous burthen was thy Birth to me,

2945Tetchy and wayward was thy Infancie.

2946Thy School-daies frightfull, desp'rate, wilde, and furious,

2947Thy prime of Manhood, daring, bold, and venturous:

2948Thy Age confirm'd, proud, subtle, slye, and bloody,

2949More milde, but yet more harmfull; Kinde in hatred:

2950What comfortable houre canst thou name,

2951That euer grac'd me with thy company?

2952Rich. Faith none, but Humfrey Hower,

2953That call'd your Grace

2954To Breakefast once, forth of my company.

2955If I be so disgracious in your eye,

2956Let me march on, and not offend you Madam.

2957Strike vp the Drumme.

2958Dut. I prythee heare me speake.

2959Rich. You speake too bitterly.

2960Dut. Heare me a word:

2961For I shall neuer speake to thee againe.

2962Rich. So.

2963Dut. Either thou wilt dye, by Gods iust ordinance

2964Ere from this warre thou turne a Conqueror:

2965Or I with greefe and extreame Age shall perish,

2966And neuer more behold thy face againe.

2967Therefore take with thee my most greeuous Curse,

2968Which in the day of Battell tyre thee more

2969Then all the compleat Armour that thou wear'st.

2970My Prayers on the aduerse party fight,

2971And there the little soules of Edwards Children,

2972Whisper the Spirits of thine Enemies,

2973And promise them Successe and Victory:

2974Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end:

2975Shame serues thy life, and doth thy death attend. Exit.

2976Qu. Though far more cause, yet much lesse spirit to curse

2977Abides in me, I say Amen to her.

2978Rich. Stay Madam, I must talke a word with you.

2979Qu. I haue no more sonnes of the Royall Blood

2980For thee to slaughter. For my Daughters ( Richard)

2981They shall be praying Nunnes, not weeping Queenes:

2982And therefore leuell not to hit their liues.

2983Rich. You haue a daughter call'd Elizabeth,

2984Vertuous and Faire, Royall and Gracious?

2985Qu. And must she dye for this? O let her liue,

2986And Ile corrupt her Manners, staine her Beauty,

2987Slander my Selfe, as false to Edwards bed:

2988Throw ouer her the vaile of Infamy,

2989So she may liue vnscarr'd of bleeding slaughter,

2990I will confesse she was not Edwards daughter.

2991Rich. Wrong not her Byrth, she is a Royall Princesse.

2992Qu. To saue her life, Ile say she is not so.

2993Rich. Her life is safest onely in her byrth.

2994Qu. And onely in that safety, dyed her Brothers.

2995Rich. Loe at their Birth, good starres were opposite.

2996Qu. No, to their liues, ill friends were contrary.

2997Rich! All vnauoyded is the doome of Destiny.

2998Qu. True: when auoyded grace makes Destiny.

2999My Babes were destin'd to a fairer death,

3000If grace had blest thee with a fairer life.

3001Rich, You speake as if that I had slaine my Cosins?

3002Qu. Cosins indeed, and by their Vnckle couzend,

3003Of Comfort, Kingdome, Kindred, Freedome, Life,

3004Whose hand soeuer lanch'd their tender hearts,

3005Thy head (all indirectly) gaue direction.

3006No doubt the murd'rous Knife was dull and blunt,

3007Till it was whetted on thy stone-hard heart,

3008To reuell in the Intrailes of my Lambes.

3009But that still vse of greefe, makes wilde greefe tame,

3010My tongue should to thy eares not name my Boyes,

3011Till that my Nayles were anchor'd in thine eyes:

3012And I in such a desp'rate Bay of death,

3013Like a poore Barke, of sailes and tackling reft,

3014Rush all to peeces on thy Rocky bosome.

3015Rich. Madam, so thriue I in my enterprize

3016And dangerous successe of bloody warres,

3017As I intend more good to you and yours,

3018Then euer you and yours by me were harm'd.

3019Qu. What good is couer'd with the face of heauen,

3020To be discouered, that can do me good.

3021Rich. Th'aduancement of your children, gentle Lady

3022Qu. Vp to some Scaffold, there to lose their heads.

3023Rich. Vnto the dignity and height of Fortune,

3024The high Imperiall Type of this earths glory.

3025Qu. Flatter my sorrow with report of it:

3026Tell me, what State, what Dignity, what Honor,

3027Canst thou demise to any childe of mine.

3028Rich. Euen all I haue; I, and my selfe and all,

3029Will I withall indow a childe of thine:

3030So in the Lethe of thy angry soule,

3031Thou drowne the sad remembrance of those wrongs,

3032Which thou supposest I haue done to thee.

3033Qu. Be breefe, least that the processe of thy kindnesse

3034Last longer telling then thy kindnesse date.

3035Rich. Then know,

3036That from my Soule, I loue thy Daughter.

3037Qu. My daughters Mother thinkes it with her soule.

3038Rich. What do you thinke?

3039Qu. That thou dost loue my daughter from thy soule

3040So from thy Soules loue didst thou loue her Brothers,

3041And from my hearts loue, I do thanke thee for it.

3042Rich. Be not so hasty to confound my meaning:

3043I meane that with my Soule I loue thy daughter,

3044And do intend to make her Queene of England.

3045Qu. Well then, who dost y^u meane shallbe her King.

3046Rich. Euen he that makes her Queene:

3047Who else should bee?

3048Qu. What, thou?

3049Rich. Euen so: How thinke you of it?

3050Qu. How canst thou woo her?

3051Rich. That I would learne of you,

3052As one being best acquainted with her humour.

3053Qu. And wilt thou learne of me?

3054Rich. Madam, with all my heart.

3055Qu. Send to her by the man that slew her Brothers,

3056A paire of bleeding hearts: thereon ingraue

3057Edward and Yorke, then haply will she weepe:

3058Therefore present to her, as sometime Margaret

3059Did to thy Father, steept in Rutlands blood,

3060A hand-kercheefe, which say to her did dreyne

3061The purple sappe from her sweet Brothers body,

3062And bid her wipe her weeping eyes withall.

3063If this inducement moue her not to loue,

3064Send her a Letter of thy Noble deeds:

3065Tell her, thou mad'st away her Vnckle Clarence,

3066Her Vnckle Riuers, I (and for her sake)

3067Mad'st quicke conueyance with her good Aunt Anne.

3068Rich. You mocke me Madam, this not the way

3069To win your daughter.

3070Qu. There is no other way,

3071Vnlesse thou could'st put on some other shape,

3072And not be Richard, that hath done all this.

3073Ric. Say that I did all this for loue of her.

3074Qu. Nay then indeed she cannot choose but hate thee

3075Hauing bought loue, with such a bloody spoyle.

3076Rich. Looke what is done, cannot be now amended:

3077Men shall deale vnaduisedly sometimes,

3078Which after-houres giues leysure to repent.

3079If I did take the Kingdome from your Sonnes,

3080To make amends, Ile giue it to your daughter:

3081If I haue kill'd the issue of your wombe,

3082To quicken your encrease, I will beget

3083Mine yssue of your blood, vpon your Daughter:

3084A Grandams name is little lesse in loue,

3085Then is the doting Title of a Mother;

3086They are as Children but one steppe below,

3087Euen of your mettall, of your very blood:

3088Of all one paine, saue for a night of groanes

3089Endur'd of her, for whom you bid like sorrow.

3090Your Children were vexation to your youth,

3091But mine shall be a comfort to your Age,

3092The losse you haue, is but a Sonne being King,

3093And by that losse, your Daughter is made Queene.

3094I cannot make you what amends I would,

3095Therefore accept such kindnesse as I can.

3096Dorset your Sonne, that with a fearfull soule

3097Leads discontented steppes in Forraine soyle,

3098This faire Alliance, quickly shall call home

3099To high Promotions, and great Dignity.

3100The King that calles your beauteous Daughter Wife,

3101Familiarly shall call thy Dorset, Brother:

3102Againe shall you be Mother to a King:

3103And all the Ruines of distressefull Times,

3104Repayr'd with double Riches of Content.

3105What? we haue many goodly dayes to see:

3106The liquid drops of Teares that you haue shed,

3107Shall come againe, transform'd to Orient Pearle,

3108Aduantaging their Loue, with interest

3109Often-times double gaine of happinesse.

3110Go then (my Mother) to thy Daughter go,

3111Make bold her bashfull yeares, with your experience,

3112Prepare her eares to heare a Woers Tale.

3113Put in her tender heart, th'aspiring Flame

3114Of Golden Soueraignty: Acquaint the Princesse

3115With the sweet silent houres of Marriage ioyes:

3116And when this Arme of mine hath chastised

3117The petty Rebell, dull-brain'd Buckingham,

3118Bound with Triumphant Garlands will I come,

3119And leade thy daughter to a Conquerors bed:

3120To whom I will retaile my Conquest wonne,

3121And she shalbe sole Victoresse, Caesars Caesar.

3122Qu. What were I best to say, her Fathers Brother

3123Would be her Lord? Or shall I say her Vnkle?

3124Or he that slew her Brothers, and her Vnkles?

3125Vnder what Title shall I woo for thee,

3126That God, the Law, my Honor, and her Loue,

3127Can make seeme pleasing to her tender yeares?

3128Rich. Inferre faire Englands peace by this Alliance.

3129Qu Which she shall purchase with stil lasting warre.

3130Rich. Tell her, the King that may command, intreats.

3131Qu. That at her hands, which the kings King forbids.

3132Rich. Say she shall be a High and Mighty Queene.

3133Qu. To vaile the Title, as her Mother doth.

3134Rich. Say I will loue her euerlastingly.

3135Qu. But how long shall that title euer last?

3136Rich. Sweetly in force, vnto her faire liues end.

3137Qu. But how long fairely shall her sweet life last?

3138Rich. As long as Heauen and Nature lengthens it.

3139Qu. As long as Hell and Richard likes of it.

3140Rich. Say, I her Soueraigne, am her Subiect low.

3141Qu. But she your Subiect, lothes such Soueraignty.

3142Rich. Be eloquent in my behalfe to her.

3143Qu. An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told.

3144Rich. Then plainly to her, tell my louing tale.

3145Qu. Plaine and not honest, is too harsh a style.

3146Rich. Your Reasons are too shallow, and to quicke.

3147Qu. O no, my Reasons are too deepe and dead,

3148Too deepe and dead (poore Infants) in their graues,

3149Harpe on it still shall I, till heart-strings breake.

3150Rich. Harpe not on that string Madam, that is past.

3151Now by my George, my Garter, and my Crowne.

3152Qu. Prophan'd, dishonor'd, and the third vsurpt.

3153Rich. I sweare.

3154Qu. By nothing, for this is no Oath:

3155Thy George prophan'd, hath lost his Lordly Honor;

3156Thy Garter blemish'd, pawn'd his Knightly Vertue;

3157Thy Crowne vsurp'd, disgrac'd his Kingly Glory:

3158If something thou would'st sweare to be beleeu'd,

3159Sweare then by something, that thou hast not wrong'd.

3160Rich. Then by my Selfe.

3161Qu. Thy Selfe, is selfe-misvs'd.

3162Rich. Now by the World.

3163Qu. 'Tis full of thy foule wrongs.

3164Rich. My Fathers death.

3165Qu. Thy life hath it dishonor'd.

3166Rich. Why then, by Heauen.

3167Qu. Heanens wrong is most of all:

3168If thou didd'st feare to breake an Oath with him,

3169The vnity the King my husband made,

3170Thou had'st not broken, nor my Brothers died.

3171If thou had'st fear'd to breake an oath by him,

3172Th' Imperiall mettall, circling now thy head,

3173Had grac'd the tender temples of my Child,

3174And both the Princes had bene breathing heere,

3175Which now two tender Bed-fellowes for dust,

3176Thy broken Faith hath made the prey for Wormes.

3177What can'st thou sweare by now.

3178Rich. The time to come.

3179Qu. That thou hast wronged in the time ore-past:

3180For I my selfe haue many teares to wash

3181Heereafter time, for time past, wrong'd by thee.

3182The Children liue, whose Fathers thou hast slaughter'd,

3183Vngouern'd youth, to waile it with their age:

3184The Parents liue, whose Children thou hast butcher'd,

3185Old barren Plants, to waile it with their Age.

3186Sweare not by time to come, for that thou hast

3187Misvs'd ere vs'd, by times ill-vs'd repast.

3188Rich. As I entend to prosper, and repent:

3189So thriue I in my dangerous Affayres

3190Of hostile Armes: My selfe, my selfe confound:

3191Heauen, and Fortune barre me happy houres:

3192Day, yeeld me not thy light; nor Night, thy rest.

3193Be opposite all Planets of good lucke

3194To my proceeding, if with deere hearts loue,

3195Immaculate deuotion, holy thoughts,

3196I tender not thy beautious Princely daughter.

3197In her, consists my Happinesse, and thine:

3198Without her, followes to my selfe, and thee;

3199Her selfe, the Land, and many a Christian soule,

3200Death, Desolation, Ruine, and Decay:

3201It cannot be auoyded, but by this:

3202It will not be auoyded, but by this.

3203Therefore deare Mother (I must call you so)

3204Be the Atturney of my loue to her:

3205Pleade what I will be, not what I haue beene;

3206Not my deserts, but what I will deserue:

3207Vrge the Necessity and state of times,

3208And be not peeuish found, in great Designes.

3209Qu. Shall I be tempted of the Diuel thus?

3210Rich. I, if the Diuell tempt you to do good.

3211Qu. Shall I forget my selfe, to be my selfe.

3212Rich. I, if your selfes remembrance wrong your selfe.

3213Qu. Yet thou didst kil my Children.

3214Rich. But in your daughters wombe I bury them.

3215Where in that Nest of Spicery they will breed

3216Selues of themselues, to your recomforture.

3217Qu. Shall I go win my daughter to thy will?

3218Rich. And be a happy Mother by the deed.

3219Qu. I go, write to me very shortly,

3220And you shal vnderstand from me her mind. Exit Q.

3221Rich. Beare her my true loues kisse, and so farewell.

3222Relenting Foole, and shallow-changing Woman.

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

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