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KING RICHARD
Harp not on that string, madam. That is past.
QUEEN ELIZABETH
Harp on it still shall I, till heart-strings break.
KING RICHARD
Now by my George, my garter, and my crown—
QUEEN ELIZABETH
Profaned, dishonoured, and the third usurped.
KING RICHARD
I swear—
QUEEN ELIZABETH By nothing, for this is no oath.
Thy George, profaned, hath lost his holy honour;
Thy garter, blemished, pawned his lordly virtue;
Thy crown, usurped, disgraced his kingly glory.
If something thou wouldst swear to be believed,
Swear then by something that thou hast not wronged.
Thy garter, blemished, pawned his lordly virtue;
Thy crown, usurped, disgraced his kingly glory.
If something thou wouldst swear to be believed,
Swear then by something that thou hast not wronged.
KING RICHARD
Then by mysetf—
QUEEN ELIZABETH
Thy self is self-misused.
KING RICHARD
Now by the world—
QUEEN ELIZABETH
‘Tis full of thy foul wrongs.
KING RICHARD
My father’s death—
QUEEN ELIZABETH
Thy life hath that dishonoured.
KING RICHARD
Why then, by God—
QUEEN ELIZABETH
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 feared to break an oath by him,
Th’imperial metal circling now thy head
Had graced 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?
The unity the King my husband made
Thou hadst not broken, nor my brothers died.
If thou hadst feared to break an oath by him,
Th’imperial metal circling now thy head
Had graced 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
The time to come.
QUEEN ELIZABETH
That thou hast wronged in the time o‘erpast,
For I myself have many tears to wash
Hereafter time, for time past wronged by thee.
The children live, whose fathers thou hast slaughtered—
Ungoverned youth, to wail it in their age.
The parents live, whose children thou hast butchered—
Old barren plants, to wail it with their age.
Swear not by time to come, for that thou hast
Misused ere used, by times ill-used o’erpast.
For I myself have many tears to wash
Hereafter time, for time past wronged by thee.
The children live, whose fathers thou hast slaughtered—
Ungoverned youth, to wail it in their age.
The parents live, whose children thou hast butchered—
Old barren plants, to wail it with their age.
Swear not by time to come, for that thou hast
Misused ere used, by times ill-used o’erpast.
KING RICHARD
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, good-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.
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, good-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.
QUEEN ELIZABETH
Shall I be tempted of the devil thus?
KING RICHARD
Ay, if the devil tempt you to do good.
QUEEN ELIZABETH
Shall I forget myself to be myself?
KING RICHARD
Ay, if yourself’s remembrance wrong yourself.
QUEEN ELIZABETH Yet thou didst kill my children.
KING RICHARD
But in your daughter’s womb I bury them,
Where, in that nest of spicery, they will breed
Selves of themselves, to your recomfiture.
Where, in that nest of spicery, they will breed
Selves of themselves, to your recomfiture.
QUEEN ELIZABETH
Shall I go win my daughter to thy will?
KING RICHARD
And be a happy mother by the deed.
QUEEN ELIZABETH
I go. Write to me very shortly,
And you shall understand from me her mind.
And you shall understand from me her mind.
KING RICHARD
Bear her my true love’s kiss,
He kisses her
and so farewell—
Exit Elizabeth
Relenting fool, and shallow, changing woman.
Enter Sir Richard Ratcliffe
How now, what news?
RATCLIFFE
Most mighty sovereign, on the western coast
Rideth a puissant navy. To our shores
Throng many doubtful, hollow-hearted friends,
Unarmed and unresolved, 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.
Rideth a puissant navy. To our shores
Throng many doubtful, hollow-hearted friends,
Unarmed and unresolved, 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
Some light-foot friend post to the Duke of Norfolk.
Ratcliffe thyself, or Catesby—where is he?
Ratcliffe thyself, or Catesby—where is he?
CATESBY
Here, my good lord.
KING RICHARD
Catesby, fly to the Duke.
CATESBY
I will, my lord, with all convenient haste.
KING RICHARD
Ratcliffe, come hither. Post to Salisbury;
When thou com‘st thither—(
to Catesby)
dull, unmindful villain,
Why stay’st thou here, and goest not to the Duke?
When thou com‘st thither—(
to Catesby)
dull, unmindful villain,
Why stay’st thou here, and goest not to the Duke?
CATESBY
First, mighty liege, tell me your highness’ pleasure:
What from your grace I shall deliver to him?
What from your grace I shall deliver to him?
KING RICHARD
O
true, good Catesby. Bid him levy straight
The greatest strength and power that he can make,
And meet me suddenly at Salisbury.
true, good Catesby. Bid him levy straight
The greatest strength and power that he can make,
And meet me suddenly at Salisbury.
CATESBY I go.
Exit
RATCLIFFE
What, may it please you, shall I do at Salisbury?
KING RICHARD
Why, what wouldst thou do there before I go?
RATCLIFFE
Your highness told me I should post before.
KING RICHARD
My mind is changed.
Enter Lord Stanley
Stanley, what news with you?
STANLEY
None, good my liege, to please you with the hearing,
Nor none so bad but well may be reported.
Nor none so bad but well may be reported.
KING RICHARD
Hoyday, a riddle! Neither good nor bad.
Why need’st thou run so many mile about
When thou mayst tell thy tale the nearest way?
Once more, what news?
Why need’st thou run so many mile about
When thou mayst tell thy tale the nearest way?
Once more, what news?
STANLEY Richmond is on the seas.
KING RICHARD
There let him sink, and be the seas on him.
White-livered renegade, what doth he there?
White-livered renegade, what doth he there?
STANLEY
I know not, mighty sovereign, but by guess.
KING RICHARD Well, as you guess?
STANLEY
Stirred up by Dorset, Buckingham, and Ely,
He makes for England, here to claim the crown.
He makes for England, here to claim the crown.
KING RICHARD
Is the chair empty? Is the sword unswayed?
Is the King dead? The empire unpossessed?
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?
Is the King dead? The empire unpossessed?
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?
STANLEY
Unless for that, my liege, I cannot guess.
KING RICHARD
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.
You cannot guess wherefore the Welshman comes.
Thou wilt revolt and fly to him, I fear.
STANLEY
No, my good lord, therefore mistrust me not.
KING RICHARD
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?
Where be thy tenants and thy followers?
Are they not now upon the western shore,
Safe-conducting the rebels from their ships?
STANLEY
No, my good lord, my friends are in the north.
KING RICHARD
Cold friends to me. What do they in the north,
When they should serve their sovereign in the west?
When they should serve their sovereign in the west?
STANLEY
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.
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
Ay, ay, thou wouldst be gone to join with Richmond.
But I’ll not trust thee.
But I’ll not trust thee.
STANLEY
Most mighty sovereign,
You have no cause to hold my friendship doubtful.
I never was, nor never will be, false.
I never was, nor never will be, false.
KING RICHARD
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.
Your son George Stanley. Look your heart be firm,
Or else his head’s assurance is but frail.
STANLEY
So deal with him as I prove true to you. Exit
Enter
a Messenger
MESSENGER
My gracious sovereign, now in Devonshire,
As I by friends am well advertised,
Sir Edward Courtenay and the haughty prelate,
Bishop of Exeter, his elder brother,
With many more confederates are in arms.
As I by friends am well advertised,
Sir Edward Courtenay and the haughty prelate,
Bishop of Exeter, his elder brother,
With many more confederates are in arms.
Enter another Messenger
SECOND MESSENGER
In Kent, my liege, the Guildfords are in arms,
And every hour more competitors
Flock to the rebels, and their power grows strong.
And every hour more competitors
Flock to the rebels, and their power grows strong.
Enter another Messenger
THIRD MESSENGER
My lord, the army of great Buckingham—
KING RICHARD
Out on ye, owls! Nothing but songs of death?
He striketh him
There, take thou that, till thou bring better news.
THIRD MESSENGER
The news I have to tell your majesty
Is that, by sudden flood and fall of water,
Buckingham’s army is dispersed and scattered,
And he himself wandered away alone,
No man knows whither.
Is that, by sudden flood and fall of water,
Buckingham’s army is dispersed and scattered,
And he himself wandered away alone,
No man knows whither.
KING RICHARD I cry thee mercy.—
Ratcliffe, reward him for the blow I gave him.—
Hath any well-advisèd friend proclaimed
Reward to him that brings the traitor in?
Hath any well-advisèd friend proclaimed
Reward to him that brings the traitor in?
THIRD MESSENGER
Such proclamation hath been made, my lord.
Enter another Messenger
FOURTH MESSENGER
Sir Thomas Lovell and Lord Marquis Dorset—
‘Tis said, my liege—in Yorkshire are in arms.
But this good comfort bring I to your highness:
The Breton navy is dispersed 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 answered him they came from Buckingham
Upon his party. He, mistrusting them,
Hoist sail and made his course again for Bretagne.
‘Tis said, my liege—in Yorkshire are in arms.
But this good comfort bring I to your highness:
The Breton navy is dispersed 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 answered him they came from Buckingham
Upon his party. He, mistrusting them,
Hoist sail and made his course again for Bretagne.
KING RICHARD
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.
If not to fight with foreign enemies,
Yet to beat down these rebels here at home.
Enter Catesby
CATESBY
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.
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.
KING RICHARD
Away, towards Salisbury! While we reason here,
A royal battle might be won and lost.
Someone take order Buckingham be brought
To Salisbury. The rest march on with me.
A royal battle might be won and lost.
Someone take order Buckingham be brought
To Salisbury. The rest march on with me.
Flourish. Exeunt
4.5Enter Lord Stanley Earl of Derby and Sir Christopher, a priest
STANLEY
Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this from me:
That in the sty of this most deadly boar
My son George Stanley is franked up in hold.
If I revolt, off goes young George’s head.
The fear of that holds off my present aid.
But tell me, where is princely Richmond now?
That in the sty of this most deadly boar
My son George Stanley is franked up in hold.
If I revolt, off goes young George’s head.
The fear of that holds off my present aid.
But tell me, where is princely Richmond now?
SIR CHRISTOPHER
At Pembroke, or at Ha’rfordwest in Wales.
STANLEY
What men of name resort to him?
SIR CHRISTOPHER
Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned soldier,
Sir Gilbert Talbot, Sir William Stanley,
Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, Sir James Blunt,
And Rhys-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.
Sir Gilbert Talbot, Sir William Stanley,
Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, Sir James Blunt,
And Rhys-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.
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