Duch. Where is kind Hastings ? K. Rich. A flourish, trumpets !-strike alarum, drums! Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women K. Rich. Ay; I thank God, my father, and yourself. Duch. Then patiently hear my impatience. K. Rich. Madam, I have a touch of your condition, That cannot brook the accent of reproof. K. Rich. Do, then; but I'll not hear. Duch. Art thou so hasty? I have staid for thee, God knows, in torment and in agony. K. Rich. And came I not at last to comfort you? Duch. 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: Thy prime of manhood, daring, bold, and ven. Thy age confirm'd, proud, subtle, sly, and bloody, More mild, but yet more harmful, kind in hatred : What comfortable hour caust thou name, K. Rich. 'Faith, none, but Humphrey Hour, that call'd your grace To breakfast once, forth of my company. Let me march on, and not offend you, madam.- Duch. I pr'ythee, hear me speak. For I shall never speak to thee again. K. Rich. So. Duch. Either thou wilt die, by God's just or- Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror ; K. Rich. All amavoided • is the doom of destiny. Q. Eliz. True, when avoided grace makes destiny: My babes were destin'd to a fairer death, K. Rich. You speak, as if that I had slain my cousins. Q. Eliz. Cousins, indeed; and by their uncle cozen'd Of comfort, kingdom, kindred, freedom, life. Whose hands soever lanc'd their tender hearts, Thy head, all indirectly, gave direction : No doubt the murderous knife was dull and blunt, Till it was whetted on thy stone-hard heart, My tongue should to thy ears not name my boys, Till that my nails were anchor'd in thine eyes; K. Rich. Madam, so thrive I in my enterprize, And dangerous success of bloody wars, To be discover'd that can do me good? K. Rich. The advancement of your children, gentle lady. Q. Eliz. Up to some scaffold, there to lose their heads? K. Rich. No, to the dignity and height of fortune, The high imperial type of this earth's glory. Į Q. Eliz. Flatter my sorrows with report of it; Tell me, what state, what dignity, what honour, Canst thou demise ý to any child of mine? K. Rich. Even all I have; ay, and myself and all, Will I withal endow a child of thine; Shame serves thy life, and doth thy death at-Thou drown the sad remembrance of those tend. [Exit. Q. Eliz. Though far more cause, yet much less spirit to curse [Going. Abides in me; I say Amen to her. K. Rich. Stay, madam, I must speak a word with you. Q. Eliz. I have no more sons of the royal blood, For thee to murder: for my daughters, Richard,They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens; And therefore level not to hit their lives. K. Rich. You have a daughter call'd-Eliza. beth, Virtuous aud fair, royal and gracious. wrongs, Which, thou supposest, I have done to thee. Q. Eliz. Be brief, lest that the process of thy kindness Last longer telling than thy kindness' date. K. Rich. Then know, that, from my soul, I love thy daughter. Q. Eliz. My daughter's mother thinks it with her soul. K. Rich. What do you think? Q. Eliz. That thou dost love my daughter, from thy soul : So, from thy soul's love, didst thou love ber brothers ; 572 KING RICHARD III. And, from my heart's love, I do thank thee for it. K. Rich. Be not so hasty to confound my I mean, that with my soul I love thy daughter, K. Rich. Even he, that makes her queen : Shall come again, transform'd to orient pearl; Prepare her ears to hear a wooer's tale; Rich. Even so: What think you of it, The petty rebel, dull-brain'd Buckingham, Eliz. How canst thou woo her? K. Rich. That I would learn of you, As one being best acquainted with her humour. Q. Eliz. Send to her, by the man that slew A pair of bleeding hearts; thereon engrave, Did to thy father, steep'd in Rutland's blood,- body, And bid her wipe her weeping eyes withal. Tell her, thou mad'st away her uncle Cla- Her uncle Rivers; ay, and, for her sake, K. Rich. You mock me, madam; this is not To win your daughter. Q. Eliz. There is no other way; K. Rich. Say, that I did all this for love of her. Q. Eliz. Nay, then indeed, she cannot choose Having bought love with such a bloody spoil. amended: Men shall deal unadvisedly sometimes, ter. If I have kill'd the issue of your womb, row. Your children were vexation to your youth, queen. I cannot make you what amends I would, Familiarly shall call thy Dorset-brother; • Perhaps, Bound with triumphant garlands will I come, Would be her lord? Or shall I say, her uncle? Under what title shall I woo for thee, Q. Eliz. Which she shall purchase with still K. Rich. Tell her the king, that may com- Q. Eliz. That at her hands, which the king's K. Rich. Say, she shall be a high and mighty Q. Eliz. To wail the title, as her mother doth. K. Rich. Say, I will love her everlastingly. Q. Eliz. But how long shall that title, ever, last ? K. Rich. Sweetly in force unto her fair life's end. Q. Eliz. But how long fairly shall her sweet life last? K. Rich. As long as heaven, and nature lengthens it. Q. Eliz. As long as hell, and Richard, likes of it. K. Rich. Say, I her sovereign, am her subject low. Q. Eliz. But she, your subject, loaths such K. Rich. Be eloquent in my behalf to her. K. Rich. Then, in plain terms, tell her my Q. Eliz. Plain, and not honest, is too harsh a Swear then by something that thou hast not wrong'd. K. Rich. Now by the world, Q. Eliz. 'Tis full of thy foul wrongs. Q. Eliz. Thy life hath that dishonour'd. K. Rich. Then, by myself, Q. Eliz. Thyself is self-misus'd. K. Rich. Why then, by God, Q. Eliz. God's wrong is most of all. If thou hadst fear'd to break an oath by him, Had not been broken, nor my brother slain : Which now, two tender bed-fellows for dust, K. Rich. By the time to come. Q. Eliz. That thou hast wrong'd in the time o'erpast; For I myself have many years to wash Ungovern'd youth, to wail it in their age : Old barren plants, to wail it with their age. Swear not by time to come; for that thou hast Misus'd ere used, by times ill-us'd o'erpast. So thrive in my dangerous attempt Be opposite all planets of good luck To my proceeding, if with pure heart's love, I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter! Therefore, dear mother, (1 inust call you so,) K. Rich. Ay, if the devil tempt thee to do good. Q. Eliz. Shall I forget myself, to be myself? K. Rich. Ay, if your self's remembrance wrong yourself. Eliz. But thou didst kill my children. K. Rich. But in your daughter's womb I bury them: Rideth a puissant navy; to the shore Ratcliff, thyself,-or Catesby; where is he? K. Rich. Catesby, fly to the duke. Cate. I will, my lord, with all convenient haste. K. Rich. Ratcliff, come hither; Post to Salisbury; When thou com'st thither,-Dull, unmindful villain, K. Rich. Is the chair empty? is the sword unsway'd! Is the king dead? The empire unpossess'd? Then, tell me, what makes he upon the seas? Stan. No, mighty liege; therefore distrust ine not. K. Rich. Where is thy power then, to beat him back? Where be thy tenants and thy followers? K. Rich. Cold friends to me: what do they in the north When they should serve their sovereign in the west? Stan. They have not been commauded, mighty king: Pleaseth your majesty to give me leave, I'll muster up my friends; and ineet your grace, Where and what time your majesty shall please. K. Rich. Ay, ay, thou wouldst be gone to join with Richmond : I will not trust you, Sir. Stan. Most mighty sovereign, You have no cause to hold my friendship doubtful; I never was nor never will be false. K. Rich. Well, go, muster men. But, hear you, leave behind Your son, George Stanley; look your heart be firm, Or else his head's assurance is but frail. Stan. So deal with him, as I prove true to you. [Exit STANLEY. Enter a MESSENGER. Mess. My gracious sovereign, now in Devonshire, As I by friends am well advértised, Sir Edward Courtney, and the haughty prelate, bishop of Exeter, his elder brother, With many more confederates, are in arms. Enter another MESSENGER. 2 Mess. In Kent, any liege, the Guildfords are in arms; And every hour more competitors ⚫ SCENE V.-A Room in Lord STANLEY'S Enter STANLEY and Sir CHRISTOPHER Stan. Sir Christopher, tell Richxiond this That, in the sty of this most bloody boar, Stan. What men of name resort to him? dier; Sir Gilbert Talbert, Sir William Stanley; Tell him, the queen hath beartily consented Flock to the rebels, and their power grows These letters will resolve him of my mind. 3 Mess. The news I have to tell your mia. jesty, Is, that by sudden floods and fall of waters, K. Rich. Oh! I cry you 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? 3 Mess. Such proclamation hath been made, my liege. Enter another MESSENGER. 4 Mess. Sir Thomas Lovel, and lord marquis Dorset, 'Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms. But this good comfort bring 1 to your high Farewell. [Gives papers to Sir CHRISTOPHER. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE 1.-Salisbury.-An open place. Enter the SHERIFF, and Guard, with Buck. INGHAM, led to execution. Buck. Will not king Richard let me speak with him? Sher. No, my good lord; therefore be pa tient. Buck. Hastings, and Edward's children, Rivers, Grey, Holy king Henry, and thy fair son Edward, Do through the clouds behold this present bour, Even for revenge mock my destruction! Buck. Why then, All-Souls' day is my body's doomsday. This is the day, which, in king Edward's time, I wish'd might fall on me, when I was found Thus curse falls heavy on my When he, quoth she, shall split thy heart with | Enter, on the other side of the field, RICH sorrow, Remember Margaret was a prophetess.- sbame; Wrong bath but wrong, and blame the due of blame. [Exeunt BUCKINGHAM, &C. SCENE II.-Plain near Tamworth. Enter, with drum and colours, RICHMOND, OXFORD, Sir JAMES BLUNT, Sir WALTER HERBERT, and others, with forces, marching. NOND, Sir WILLIAM BRANDON, OXFORD, and other Lords. Some of the soldiers pitch RICHMOND's tent. Richm. The weary sun hath made a golden And, by the bright track of his fiery car, Give me some ink and paper in my tent; Richm. Fellows in arms, and my most loving And you, Sir Walter Herbert, stay with me: friends, Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny, Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his trough The earl of Pembroke keeps his regiment ;-- bim, And by the second hour in the morning much, (which well I am assur'd I have not done,) And give him from me this most needful note. it ; And so, God give you quiet rest to-night! Come, gentlemen, captain Blunt. In to my tent, the air is raw and cold. [They withdraw into the Tent. Enter, to his Tent, King RICHARD, NOR- K. Rich. What is't o'clock ! K. Rich. I will not sup to-night. Cate. It is, my liege; and all things are in K. Rich. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy Use careful watch, choose trusty sentinels. To K. Rich. Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle Norfolk. Nor. I warrant you, my lord. K. Rich. Ratcliff, Rat. My lord? power [Exit. Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his [Exeunt. A watch-light. Wood of the lances. ↑ Twilight, |