Act 4, Scene 4
London. Before the palace.
- Enter old Queen Margaret.
Queen Margaret2 - 9
- So now prosperity begins to mellow
- And drop into the rotten mouth of death.
- Here in these confines slyly have I lurk’d,
- To watch the waning of mine enemies.
- A dire induction am I witness to,
- And will to France, hoping the consequence
- Will prove as bitter, black, and tragical.
- Withdraw thee, wretched Margaret; who comes here?
- Enter Duchess of York and Queen Elizabeth.
Queen Elizabeth12 - 17
- Ah, my poor princes! Ah, my tender babes!
- My unblown flow’rs, new-appearing sweets!
- If yet your gentle souls fly in the air
- And be not fix’d in doom perpetual,
- Hover about me with your aery wings
- And hear your mother’s lamentation!
Queen Margaret18 - 20
- Hover about her; say that right for right
- Hath dimm’d your infant morn to aged night.
Duchess of York21 - 23
- So many miseries have craz’d my voice
- That my woe-wearied tongue is still and mute.
- Edward Plantagenet, why art thou dead?
Queen Margaret24 - 26
- Plantagenet doth quit Plantagenet,
- Edward for Edward pays a dying debt.
Queen Elizabeth27 - 29
- Wilt thou, O God, fly from such gentle lambs,
- And throw them in the entrails of the wolf?
- When didst thou sleep when such a deed was done?
Queen Margaret30 - 31
- When holy Harry died, and my sweet son.
Duchess of York32 - 37
- Dead life, blind sight, poor mortal-living ghost,
- Woe’s scene, world’s shame, grave’s due by life usurp’d,
- Brief abstract and record of tedious days,
- Rest thy unrest on England’s lawful earth,
- Sitting down.
- Unlawfully made drunk with innocent blood!
Queen Elizabeth38 - 41
- Ah, that thou wouldst as soon afford a grave
- As thou canst yield a melancholy seat!
- Then would I hide my bones, not rest them here.
- Ah, who hath any cause to mourn but we?
- Sitting down by her.
Queen Margaret43 - 53
- Coming forward.
- If ancient sorrow be most reverent,
- Give mine the benefit of seniory,
- And let my griefs frown on the upper hand.
- If sorrow can admit society,
- Sitting down with them.
- Tell over your woes again by viewing mine:
- I had an Edward, till a Richard kill’d him;
- I had a Harry, till a Richard kill’d him:
- Thou hadst an Edward, till a Richard kill’d him;
- Thou hadst a Richard, till a Richard kill’d him.
Duchess of York54 - 55
- I had a Richard too, and thou didst kill him;
- I had a Rutland too, thou holp’st to kill him.
Queen Margaret56 - 68
- Thou hadst a Clarence too, and Richard kill’d him.
- From forth the kennel of thy womb hath crept
- A hell-hound that doth hunt us all to death:
- That dog, that had his teeth before his eyes
- To worry lambs and lap their gentle blood,
- That foul defacer of God’s handiwork,
- That excellent grand tyrant of the earth
- That reigns in galled eyes of weeping souls,
- Thy womb let loose to chase us to our graves.
- O upright, just, and true-disposing God,
- How do I thank thee that this carnal cur
- Preys on the issue of his mother’s body,
- And makes her pew-fellow with others’ moan!
Duchess of York69 - 70
- O Harry’s wife, triumph not in my woes!
- God witness with me, I have wept for thine.
Queen Margaret71 - 88
- Bear with me; I am hungry for revenge,
- And now I cloy me with beholding it.
- Thy Edward he is dead, that kill’d my Edward;
- Thy other Edward dead, to quit my Edward;
- Young York he is but boot, because both they
- Match’d not the high perfection of my loss.
- Thy Clarence he is dead that stabb’d my Edward,
- And the beholders of this frantic play,
- Th’ adulterate Hastings, Rivers, Vaughan, Grey,
- Untimely smoth’red in their dusky graves.
- Richard yet lives, hell’s black intelligencer,
- Only reserv’d their factor to buy souls
- And send them thither; but at hand, at hand,
- Ensues his piteous and unpitied end.
- Earth gapes, hell burns, fiends roar, saints pray,
- To have him suddenly convey’d from hence.
- Cancel his bond of life, dear God, I pray,
- That I may live and say, “The dog is dead.”
Queen Elizabeth89 - 91
- O, thou didst prophesy the time would come
- That I should wish for thee to help me curse
- That bottled spider, that foul bunch-back’d toad!
Queen Margaret92 - 125
- I call’d thee then vain flourish of my fortune;
- I call’d thee then poor shadow, painted queen,
- The presentation of but what I was;
- The flattering index of a direful pageant;
- One heav’d a-high, to be hurl’d down below;
- A mother only mock’d with two fair babes;
- A dream of what thou wast, a garish flag
- To be the aim of every dangerous shot;
- A sign of dignity, a breath, a bubble;
- A queen in jest, only to fill the scene.
- Where is thy husband now? Where be thy brothers?
- Where be thy two sons? Wherein dost thou joy?
- Who sues, and kneels, and says, “God save the Queen”?
- Where be the bending peers that flattered thee?
- Where be the thronging troops that followed thee?
- Decline all this, and see what now thou art:
- For happy wife, a most distressed widow;
- For joyful mother, one that wails the name;
- For one being sued to, one that humbly sues;
- For queen, a very caitiff crown’d with care;
- For she that scorn’d at me, now scorn’d of me;
- For she being feared of all, now fearing one;
- For she commanding all, obey’d of none.
- Thus hath the course of justice whirl’d about,
- And left thee but a very prey to time,
- Having no more but thought of what thou wast
- To torture thee the more, being what thou art.
- Thou didst usurp my place, and dost thou not
- Usurp the just proportion of my sorrow?
- Now thy proud neck bears half my burden’d yoke,
- From which even here I slip my weary head,
- And leave the burden of it all on thee.
- Farewell, York’s wife, and queen of sad mischance,
- These English woes shall make me smile in France.
Queen Elizabeth126 - 127
- O thou well skill’d in curses, stay awhile,
- And teach me how to curse mine enemies!
Queen Margaret128 - 133
- Forbear to sleep the nights, and fast the days;
- Compare dead happiness with living woe;
- Think that thy babes were sweeter than they were,
- And he that slew them fouler than he is.
- Bett’ring thy loss makes the bad causer worse;
- Revolving this will teach thee how to curse.
- My words are dull, O, quicken them with thine!
- Thy woes will make them sharp and pierce like mine.
- Exit Queen Margaret.
Duchess of York137
- Why should calamity be full of words?
Queen Elizabeth138 - 142
- Windy attorneys to their client’s woes,
- Aery succeeders of intestate joys,
- Poor breathing orators of miseries,
- Let them have scope! Though what they will impart
- Help nothing else, yet do they ease the heart.
Duchess of York143 - 146
- If so then, be not tongue-tied; go with me,
- And in the breath of bitter words let’s smother
- My damned son that thy two sweet sons smother’d.
- The trumpet sounds, be copious in exclaims.
- Enter King Richard and his Train marching, with Drums and
King Richard III149
- Who intercepts me in my expedition?
Duchess of York150 - 152
- O, she that might have intercepted thee,
- By strangling thee in her accursed womb,
- From all the slaughters, wretch, that thou hast done!
Queen Elizabeth153 - 157
- Hid’st thou that forehead with a golden crown
- Where should be branded, if that right were right,
- The slaughter of the prince that ow’d that crown,
- And the dire death of my poor sons and brothers?
- Tell me, thou villain-slave, where are my children?
Duchess of York158 - 159
- Thou toad, thou toad, where is thy brother Clarence?
- And little Ned Plantagenet, his son?
- Where is the gentle Rivers, Vaughan, Grey?
Duchess of York161
- Where is kind Hastings?
King Richard III162 - 168
- A flourish, trumpets! Strike alarum, drums!
- Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women
- Rail on the Lord’s anointed. Strike, I say!
- Flourish. Alarums.
- Either be patient and entreat me fair,
- Or with the clamorous report of war
- Thus will I drown your exclamations.
Duchess of York169
- Art thou my son?
King Richard III170
- Ay, I thank God, my father, and yourself.
Duchess of York171
- Then patiently hear my impatience.
King Richard III172 - 173
- Madam, I have a touch of your condition,
- That cannot brook the accent of reproof.
Duchess of York174
- O, let me speak!
King Richard III175
- Do then, but I’ll not hear.
Duchess of York176
- I will be mild and gentle in my words.
King Richard III177
- And brief, good mother, for I am in haste.
Duchess of York178 - 179
- Art thou so hasty? I have stay’d for thee,
- God knows, in torment and in agony.
King Richard III180
- And came I not at last to comfort you?
Duchess of York181 - 190
- No, by the holy rood, thou know’st it well,
- Thou cam’st on earth to make the earth my hell.
- A grievous burden was thy birth to me,
- Tetchy and wayward was thy infancy;
- Thy school-days frightful, desp’rate, wild, and furious,
- Thy prime of manhood daring, bold, and venturous;
- Thy age confirm’d, proud, subtle, sly, and bloody,
- More mild, but yet more harmful—kind in hatred.
- What comfortable hour canst thou name
- That ever grac’d me with thy company?
King Richard III191 - 195
- Faith, none, but Humphrey Hour, that call’d your Grace
- To breakfast once, forth of my company.
- If I be so disgracious in your eye,
- Let me march on and not offend you, madam.
- Strike up the drum.
Duchess of York196
- I prithee hear me speak.
King Richard III197
- You speak too bitterly.
Duchess of York198 - 199
- Hear me a word;
- For I shall never speak to thee again.
King Richard III200
Duchess of York201 - 213
- Either thou wilt die by God’s just ordinance
- Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror,
- Or I with grief and extreme age shall perish
- And never more behold thy face again.
- Therefore take with thee my most grievous curse,
- Which in the day of battle tire thee more
- Than all the complete armor that thou wear’st!
- My prayers on the adverse party fight,
- And there the little souls of Edward’s children
- Whisper the spirits of thine enemies
- And promise them success and victory.
- Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end;
- Shame serves thy life and doth thy death attend.
Queen Elizabeth215 - 216
- Though far more cause, yet much less spirit to curse
- Abides in me; I say amen to her.
King Richard III217
- Stay, madam, I must talk a word with you.
Queen Elizabeth218 - 221
- I have no more sons of the royal blood
- For thee to slaughter. For my daughters, Richard,
- They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens;
- And therefore level not to hit their lives.
King Richard III222 - 223
- You have a daughter call’d Elizabeth,
- Virtuous and fair, royal and gracious.
Queen Elizabeth224 - 229
- And must she die for this? O, let her live!
- And I’ll corrupt her manners, stain her beauty,
- Slander myself as false to Edward’s bed,
- Throw over her the veil of infamy.
- So she may live unscarr’d of bleeding slaughter,
- I will confess she was not Edward’s daughter.
King Richard III230
- Wrong not her birth, she is a royal princess.
- To save her life, I’ll say she is not so.
King Richard III232
- Her life is safest only in her birth.
- And only in that safety died her brothers.
King Richard III234
- Lo at their birth good stars were opposite.
- No, to their lives ill friends were contrary.
King Richard III236
- All unavoided is the doom of destiny.
Queen Elizabeth237 - 239
- True—when avoided grace makes destiny:
- My babes were destin’d to a fairer death,
- If grace had blest thee with a fairer life.
King Richard III240
- You speak as if that I had slain my cousins!
Queen Elizabeth241 - 253
- Cousins indeed, and by their uncle cozen’d
- Of comfort, kingdom, kindred, freedom, life.
- Whose hand soever lanch’d their tender hearts,
- Thy head (all indirectly) gave direction.
- No doubt the murd’rous knife was dull and blunt
- Till it was whetted on thy stone-hard heart
- To revel in the entrails of my lambs.
- But that still use of grief makes wild grief tame,
- My tongue should to thy ears not name my boys
- Till that my nails were anchor’d in thine eyes;
- And I, in such a desp’rate bay of death,
- Like a poor bark of sails and tackling reft,
- Rush all to pieces on thy rocky bosom.
King Richard III254 - 257
- Madam, so thrive I in my enterprise
- And dangerous success of bloody wars,
- As I intend more good to you and yours
- Than ever you or yours by me were harm’d!
Queen Elizabeth258 - 259
- What good is cover’d with the face of heaven,
- To be discover’d, that can do me good?
King Richard III260
- Th’ advancement of your children, gentle lady.
- Up to some scaffold, there to lose their heads.
King Richard III262 - 263
- Unto the dignity and height of fortune,
- The high imperial type of this earth’s glory.
Queen Elizabeth264 - 266
- Flatter my sorrow with report of it;
- Tell me, what state, what dignity, what honor,
- Canst thou demise to any child of mine?
King Richard III267 - 271
- Even all I have—ay, and myself and all—
- Will I withal endow a child of thine;
- So in the Lethe of thy angry soul
- Thou drown the sad remembrance of those wrongs
- Which thou supposest I have done to thee.
Queen Elizabeth272 - 273
- Be brief, lest that the process of thy kindness
- Last longer telling than thy kindness’ date.
King Richard III274
- Then know that from my soul I love thy daughter.
- My daughter’s mother thinks it with her soul.
King Richard III276
- What do you think?
Queen Elizabeth277 - 279
- That thou dost love my daughter from thy soul;
- So from thy soul’s love didst thou love her brothers,
- And from my heart’s love I do thank thee for it.
King Richard III280 - 282
- Be not so hasty to confound my meaning:
- I mean that with my soul I love thy daughter,
- And do intend to make her Queen of England.
- Well then, who dost thou mean shall be her king?
King Richard III284
- Even he that makes her queen. Who should be else?
- What, thou?
King Richard III286
- Even so. How think you of it?
- How canst thou woo her?
King Richard III288 - 289
- That would I learn of you,
- As one being best acquainted with her humor.
- And wilt thou learn of me?
King Richard III291
- Madam, with all my heart.
Queen Elizabeth292 - 304
- Send to her by the man that slew her brothers
- A pair of bleeding hearts; thereon engrave
- “Edward” and “York”; then haply will she weep.
- Therefore present to her—as sometimes Margaret
- Did to thy father, steep’d in Rutland’s blood—
- A handkercher, which, say to her, did drain
- The purple sap from her sweet brother’s body,
- And bid her wipe her weeping eyes withal.
- If this inducement move her not to love,
- Send her a letter of thy noble deeds:
- Tell her thou mad’st away her uncle Clarence,
- Her uncle Rivers, ay (and for her sake!),
- Mad’st quick conveyance with her good aunt Anne.
King Richard III305 - 306
- You mock me, madam, this is not the way
- To win your daughter.
Queen Elizabeth307 - 309
- There is no other way,
- Unless thou couldst put on some other shape
- And not be Richard that hath done all this.
King Richard III310
- Say that I did all this for love of her.
Queen Elizabeth311 - 312
- Nay then indeed she cannot choose but hate thee,
- Having bought love with such a bloody spoil.
King Richard III313 - 358
- Look what is done cannot be now amended:
- Men shall deal unadvisedly sometimes,
- Which after-hours gives leisure to repent.
- If I did take the kingdom from your sons,
- To make amends I’ll give it to your daughter;
- If I have kill’d the issue of your womb,
- To quicken your increase, I will beget
- Mine issue of your blood upon your daughter.
- A grandam’s name is little less in love
- Than is the doting title of a mother;
- They are as children but one step below,
- Even of your metal, of your very blood;
- Of all one pain, save for a night of groans
- Endur’d of her, for whom you bid like sorrow.
- Your children were vexation to your youth,
- But mine shall be a comfort to your age.
- The loss you have is but a son being king,
- And by that loss your daughter is made queen.
- I cannot make you what amends I would,
- Therefore accept such kindness as I can.
- Dorset your son, that with a fearful soul
- Leads discontented steps in foreign soil,
- This fair alliance quickly shall call home
- To high promotions and great dignity.
- The King, that calls your beauteous daughter wife,
- Familiarly shall call thy Dorset brother;
- Again shall you be mother to a king;
- And all the ruins of distressful times
- Repair’d with double riches of content.
- What? We have many goodly days to see:
- The liquid drops of tears that you have shed
- Shall come again, transform’d to orient pearl,
- Advantaging their love with interest
- Of ten times double gain of happiness.
- Go then, my mother, to thy daughter go,
- Make bold her bashful years with your experience;
- Prepare her ears to hear a wooer’s tale;
- Put in her tender heart th’ aspiring flame
- Of golden sovereignty; acquaint the Princess
- With the sweet silent hours of marriage joys;
- And when this arm of mine hath chastised
- The petty rebel, dull-brain’d Buckingham,
- Bound with triumphant garlands will I come
- And lead thy daughter to a conqueror’s bed;
- To whom I will retail my conquest won,
- And she shall be sole victoress, Caesar’s Caesar.
Queen Elizabeth359 - 364
- What were I best to say? Her father’s brother
- Would be her lord? Or shall I say her uncle?
- Or he that slew her brothers and her uncles?
- Under what title shall I woo for thee,
- That God, the law, my honor, and her love
- Can make seem pleasing to her tender years?
King Richard III365
- Infer fair England’s peace by this alliance.
- Which she shall purchase with still-lasting war.
King Richard III367
- Tell her the King, that may command, entreats.
- That at her hands which the King’s King forbids.
King Richard III369
- Say she shall be a high and mighty queen.
- To vail the title, as her mother doth.
King Richard III371
- Say I will love her everlastingly.
- But how long shall that title “ever” last?
King Richard III373
- Sweetly in force unto her fair live’s end.
- But how long fairly shall her sweet life last?
King Richard III375
- As long as heaven and nature lengthens it.
- As long as hell and Richard likes of it.
King Richard III377
- Say I, her sovereign, am her subject low.
- But she, your subject, loathes such sovereignty.
King Richard III379
- Be eloquent in my behalf to her.
- An honest tale speeds best being plainly told.
King Richard III381
- Then plainly to her tell my loving tale.
- Plain and not honest is too harsh a style.
King Richard III383
- Your reasons are too shallow and too quick.
Queen Elizabeth384 - 385
- O no, my reasons are too deep and dead—
- Too deep and dead, poor infants, in their graves.
King Richard III386
- Harp not on that string, madam, that is past.
- Harp on it still shall I till heart-strings break.
King Richard III388
- Now by my George, my Garter, and my crown—
- Profan’d, dishonor’d, and the third usurp’d.
King Richard III390
- I swear—
Queen Elizabeth391 - 396
- By nothing, for this is no oath:
- Thy George, profan’d, hath lost his lordly honor;
- Thy Garter, blemish’d, pawn’d his knightly virtue;
- Thy crown, usurp’d, disgrac’d his kingly glory.
- If something thou wouldst swear to be believ’d,
- Swear then by something that thou hast not wrong’d.
King Richard III397
- Then by myself—
- Thyself is self-misus’d.
King Richard III399
- Now by the world—
- ’Tis full of thy foul wrongs.
King Richard III401
- My father’s death—
- Thy life hath it dishonor’d.
King Richard III403
- Why then, by God—
Queen Elizabeth404 - 414
- God’s wrong is most of all:
- If thou didst fear to break an oath with him,
- The unity the King my husband made
- Thou hadst not broken, nor my brothers died.
- If thou hadst fear’d to break an oath by him,
- Th’ imperial metal, circling now thy head,
- Had grac’d the tender temples of my child,
- And both the Princes had been breathing here,
- Which now, two tender bedfellows for dust,
- Thy broken faith hath made the prey for worms.
- What canst thou swear by now?
King Richard III415
- The time to come.
Queen Elizabeth416 - 424
- That thou hast wronged in the time o’erpast;
- For I myself have many tears to wash
- Hereafter time, for time past wrong’d by thee.
- The children live whose fathers thou hast slaughter’d,
- Ungovern’d youth, to wail it in their age;
- The parents live whose children thou hast butcher’d,
- Old barren plants, to wail it with their age.
- Swear not by time to come, for that thou hast
- Misus’d ere us’d, by times ill-us’d o’erpast.
King Richard III425 - 445
- As I intend to prosper and repent,
- So thrive I in my dangerous affairs
- Of hostile arms! Myself myself confound!
- Heaven and fortune bar me happy hours!
- Day, yield me not thy light, nor, night, thy rest!
- Be opposite all planets of good luck
- To my proceeding, if with dear heart’s love,
- Immaculate devotion, holy thoughts,
- I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter!
- In her consists my happiness and thine;
- Without her, follows to myself and thee,
- Herself, the land, and many a Christian soul,
- Death, desolation, ruin, and decay.
- It cannot be avoided but by this;
- It will not be avoided but by this.
- Therefore, dear mother—I must call you so—
- Be the attorney of my love to her.
- Plead what I will be, not what I have been;
- Not my deserts, but what I will deserve.
- Urge the necessity and state of times,
- And be not peevish-fond in great designs.
- Shall I be tempted of the devil thus?
King Richard III447
- Ay, if the devil tempt you to do good.
- Shall I forget myself to be myself?
King Richard III449
- Ay, if yourself’s remembrance wrong yourself.
- Yet thou didst kill my children.
King Richard III451 - 453
- But in your daughter’s womb I bury them;
- Where in that nest of spicery they will breed
- Selves of themselves, to your recomforture.
- Shall I go win my daughter to thy will?
King Richard III455
- And be a happy mother by the deed.
Queen Elizabeth456 - 457
- I go. Write to me very shortly,
- And you shall understand from me her mind.
King Richard III458 - 462
- Bear her my true love’s kiss; and so farewell.
- Exit Queen Elizabeth.
- Relenting fool, and shallow, changing woman!
- Enter Ratcliffe, Catesby following.
- How now? What news?
Ratcliffe463 - 469
- Most mighty sovereign, on the western coast
- Rideth a puissant navy; to our shores
- Throng many doubtful hollow-hearted friends,
- Unarm’d, and unresolv’d to beat them back.
- ’Tis thought that Richmond is their admiral;
- And there they hull, expecting but the aid
- Of Buckingham to welcome them ashore.
King Richard III470 - 471
- Some light-foot friend post to the Duke of Norfolk;
- Ratcliffe, thyself—or Catesby—where is he?
- Here, my good lord.
King Richard III473
- Catesby, fly to the Duke.
- I will, my lord, with all convenient haste.
King Richard III475 - 479
- Ratcliffe, come hither. Post to Salisbury;
- When thou com’st thither—
- To Catesby.
- Dull unmindful villain,
- Why stay’st thou here, and go’st not to the Duke?
Catesby480 - 481
- First, mighty liege, tell me your Highness’ pleasure,
- What from your Grace I shall deliver to him.
King Richard III482 - 484
- O, true, good Catesby. Bid him levy straight
- The greatest strength and power that he can make,
- And meet me suddenly at Salisbury.
- I go.
- What, may it please you, shall I do at Salisbury?
King Richard III488
- Why, what wouldst thou do there before I go?
- Your Highness told me I should post before.
King Richard III490 - 492
- My mind is chang’d.
- Enter Lord Stanley.
- Stanley, what news with you?
Stanley493 - 494
- None good, my liege, to please you with the hearing,
- Nor none so bad but well may be reported.
King Richard III495 - 498
- Hoy-day, a riddle! Neither good nor bad!
- What need’st thou run so many miles about,
- When thou mayest tell thy tale the nearest way?
- Once more, what news?
- Richmond is on the seas.
King Richard III500 - 501
- There let him sink, and be the seas on him!
- White-liver’d runagate, what doth he there?
- I know not, mighty sovereign, but by guess.
King Richard III503
- Well, as you guess?
Stanley504 - 505
- Stirr’d up by Dorset, Buckingham, and Morton,
- He makes for England, here to claim the crown.
King Richard III506 - 510
- Is the chair empty? Is the sword unsway’d?
- Is the King dead? The empire unpossess’d?
- What heir of York is there alive but we?
- And who is England’s king but great York’s heir?
- Then tell me, what makes he upon the seas?
- Unless for that, my liege, I cannot guess.
King Richard III512 - 514
- Unless for that he comes to be your liege,
- You cannot guess wherefore the Welshman comes.
- Thou wilt revolt and fly to him, I fear.
- No, my good lord, therefore mistrust me not.
King Richard III516 - 519
- Where is thy power then, to beat him back?
- Where be thy tenants and thy followers?
- Are they not now upon the western shore,
- Safe-conducting the rebels from their ships?
- No, my good lord, my friends are in the north.
King Richard III521 - 522
- Cold friends to me! What do they in the north,
- When they should serve their sovereign in the west?
Stanley523 - 526
- They have not been commanded, mighty King.
- Pleaseth your Majesty to give me leave,
- I’ll muster up my friends and meet your Grace
- Where and what time your Majesty shall please.
King Richard III527 - 528
- Ay, thou wouldst be gone to join with Richmond;
- But I’ll not trust thee.
Stanley529 - 531
- Most mighty sovereign,
- You have no cause to hold my friendship doubtful.
- I never was nor never will be false.
King Richard III532 - 534
- Go then, and muster men; but leave behind
- Your son, George Stanley. Look your heart be firm,
- Or else his head’s assurance is but frail.
- So deal with him as I prove true to you.
- Exit Stanley.
- Enter First Messenger.
First Messenger538 - 542
- My gracious sovereign, now in Devonshire,
- As I by friends am well advertised,
- Sir Edward Courtney and the haughty prelate,
- Bishop of Exeter, his elder brother,
- With many more confederates, are in arms.
- Enter another Messenger.
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- In Kent, my liege, the Guilfords are in arms,
- And every hour more competitors
- Flock to the rebels, and their power grows strong.
- Enter another Messenger.
- My lord, the army of great Buckingham—
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- Out on you, owls! Nothing but songs of death?
- He striketh him.
- There, take thou that, till thou bring better news.
Third Messenger552 - 556
- The news I have to tell your Majesty
- Is that by sudden floods and fall of waters
- Buckingham’s army is dispers’d and scatter’d,
- And he himself wand’red away alone,
- No man knows whither.
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- 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?
- Such proclamation hath been made, my lord.
- Enter another Messenger.
Fourth Messenger563 - 572
- Sir Thomas Lovel and Lord Marquess Dorset,
- ’Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms.
- But this good comfort bring I to your Highness:
- The Britain navy is dispers’d by tempest.
- Richmond in Dorsetshire sent out a boat
- Unto the shore, to ask those on the banks
- If they were his assistants, yea or no;
- Who answer’d him, they came from Buckingham
- Upon his party. He, mistrusting them,
- Hois’d sail, and made his course again for Britain.
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- March on, march on, since we are up in arms,
- If not to fight with foreign enemies,
- Yet to beat down these rebels here at home.
- Enter Catesby.
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- My liege, the Duke of Buckingham is taken—
- That is the best news. That the Earl of Richmond
- Is with a mighty power landed at Milford
- Is colder tidings, yet they must be told.
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- Away towards Salisbury! While we reason here,
- A royal battle might be won and lost.
- Some one take order Buckingham be brought
- To Salisbury, the rest march on with me.
- Flourish. Exeunt.