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Enter Lord Stanley.

Stanley, what news with you?

Stan. None, good my Liege, to please you with the hearing,

Nor none fo bad, but well may be reported.

K. Rich. Heyday, a riddle, neither good nor bad :
Why doft thou run fo many miles about,

When thou may'ft tell thy tale the nearest way?
Once more, what news?

Stan. Richmond is on the feas.

K. Rich. There let him fink, and be the feas on him!

White-liver'd run-a-gate, what doth he there?

Stan. I know not, mighty Sov'raign, but by guess.
K. Rich. Well, as you guess.

Stan. Stirr'd up by Dorfet, Buckingham, and Morten,
He makes for England, here to claim the crown.
K. Rich. Is the chair empty? is the fword unfway'd?
Is the King dead? the empire unpoffefs'd?
What heir of Tork is there alive, but we?

And who is England's King, but great York's heis?
Then tell me, what makes he upon the fea
Stan. Unlefs for that, my Liege, I cannot guess.
K. Rich, Unless for that he comes to be
your Liege,
You cannot guess wherefore the Welch man comes.
Thou wilt revolt, and fly to him, I fear.

Stan. No, mighty Liege, therefore mistrust me not.
K. Rich. Where is thy power then to beat him back?
Where are thy tenants, and thy followers?

Are they not now upon the western fhore?
Conducting fafe the rebels from their fhips?

Stan. No, my good lord, my friends are in the
north.

K. Rich. Cold friends to me: what do they in the .north,

When they should ferve their Sov'raign in the weft?

Staň.

Stan. They have not been commanded, mighty King, Please it your Majefty to give me leave,

I'll mufter up my friends, and meet your Grace,
Where, and what time your Majefty fhall please.

K. Rich. Ay, thou would't fain be gone, to join with
Richmond:

But I'll not trust thee.

Stan. Mighty Soveraign,

You have no caufe to hold my friendship doubtful,
I never was, nor ever will be falfe.

K. Rich. Go then, and mufter men; but leave be hind

Your fon George Stanley: look your heart be firm,
Or elfe his head's affurance is but frail.

Stan. So deal with him, as I prove true to you,

Enter a Messenger.

[Ex. Stanley,

Mef. My gracious Sov'raign, now in Devonshire,
As I by friends am well advertised,

Sir Edmond Courtney, and the haughty prelate,
Bishop of Exeter his elder brother

With many more confed'rates, are in arms!

Enter another Meffenger.

Mef. In Kent, my Liege, the Guilfords are in arms, And every hour still more competitors

Flock to the rebels, and their power grows ftrong.

Enter another Meffenger.

Mef. My lord, the army of the Duke of Buckingham→→→ K. Rich. Out on ye, owls! nothing but fongs of death? [He firikes him. There take thou that, till thou bring better news. Mef. The news I have to tell your Majesty, Is, that by fudden floods and fall of waters, Buckingham's army is difpers'd and fcatter'd, R 3

And

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 ?
Mef. Such proclamation hath been made, my Liege,
Enter another Messenger.

Mef. Sir Thomas Lovel, and lord Marquifs Dorfet,.
'Tis faid, my Liege, in Yorkshire are in arms;
But this good comfort bring I to your Highness,
The Britain navy is difpers'd, by tempeft.
Richmond in Dorfetfhire fent out a boat
Unto the fhore, to ask thofe on the banks,
If they were his affiftants, yea, or no?
Who anfwer'd him, they came from Buckingham-
Upon his party; he mistrusting them,

Hois'd fail, and made his courfe again for Britain.
K. Rich. March on, march on, fince we are up in

arms;

If not to fight with foreign enemies,

Yet to beat down thefe rebels here at home.

Enter Catesby.

Catef. 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 reafon here,

A royal battel might be won and loft:
Some one take order Buckingham be brought
To Salisbury; the rest march on with me.

[Exeunt..

SCENE

Stan.

SCENE VIL

Enter Lord Stanley, and Sir Chriftopher.

IR Chriftopher, tell Richmond this from me ;
That in testy of this molt bloody boar,

My fon George Stanley is † frankt up in hold:
If I revolt, off goes young George's head,
The fear of that holds off my present aid.
So get thee gone; commend me to thy lord.
Say too, the Queen hath heartily confented.
He fhould efpoufe Elizabeth her daughter.
But tell me, where is Princely Richmond now?
Chri. At Pembroke, or at Hertford, weft in Wales.
Stan. What men of name refort to him?
Chri. Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned foldier,
Sir Gilbert Talbot, and Sir William Stanley,
Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, Sir James Blunt,
And Rice ap Thomas, with a valiant crew,
And many other of great name and worth;
And towards London do they bend their power,
If by the way they be not fought withal.

Stan. Well, hie thee to thy lord: I kifs his hand,
My letter will refolve him of my mind.
Farewell.

[Exeunt.

+[Frank'd up.] See the note on Act I. Scene IV. of this play.

ACT

ACT V. SCENE I.

SALISBURY

Enter the Sheriff, and Buckingham with halberds led to

W

Execution.

ILL not King Richard let me fpeak with him?

Sher. No, good my lord, therefore be patient.

Buck. Haflings, and Edward's chil
dren, Gray and Rivers,

Holy King Henry and thy fair fon Edward
Vaughan, and all that have mifcarried

By under-hand, corrupted, foul injuftice!
If that your moody, difcontented fouls,

Do through the clouds behold this prefent hour,
Ev'n for revenge mock my destruction.

This is All-Souls day, fellows, is it not?

Sher. It is, my lord.

Buck. This is the day, which in King Edward's

time

I wiht might fall on me, when I was found
Falfe to his children, or his wife's allies.

This is the day wherein I wifht to fall

By the falfe faith of him whom most I trusted :
This the determin'd refpite of my wrongs.
That high All-feer, which I dallied with,
Hath turn'd my feigned prayer on my head,
And giv'n in earneft, what I begg'd in jeft.

Thus