Stan. Most mighty sovereign, You have no cause to hold my friendship doubtful; K. Rich. Well, go, muster men. leave behind But, hear you; 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. Enter a Messenger. [Exit STANLEY. Mess. My gracious sovereign, now in Devonshire, As I by friends am well advértised, Sir Edward Courtney, and the haughty prelate, With many more confederates, are in arms. Enter another Messenger. 2 Mess. In Kent, my liege, the Guildfords are in arms; And every hour more competitors Flock to the rebels, and their power grows strong. Enter another Messenger. death? 3 Mess. My lord, the army of great BuckinghamK. Rich. Out on ye, owls! nothing but songs of [He strikes him. There, take thou that, till thou bring better news. 3 Mess. 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 wander'd away alone, No man knows whither. K. Rich. O, I cry you mercy: There is my purse, to cure that blow of thine. 2 Mess. Such proclamation hath been made, my liege. Enter another Messenger. 4 Mess. Sir Thomas Lovel, and lord marquis Dorset, Hois'd sail, and made his course again for Bretagne. arms; If not to fight with foreign enemies, Yet to beat down these rebels here at home. Enter CATESBY. Cate. 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 news, but yet they must be told. K. Rich. 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. [Exeunt. SCENE V.-A Room in Lord STANLEY'S House. Enter STANLEY and Sir CHRISTOPHER URSWICK. Stan. Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this from me: That, in the sty of this most bloody boar, My son George Stanley is frank'd up in hold; If I revolt, off goes young George's head; The fear of that withholds my present aid. But, tell me, where is princely Richmond now? Chris. At Pembroke, or at Ha'rford-west, in Wales. Stan. What men of name resort to him? Chris. Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned soldier; Sir Gilbert Talbot, sir William Stanley; Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, sir James Blunt, And Rice ap Thomas, with a valiant crew; And many other of great fame and worth: And towards London do they bend their course, If by the way they be not fought withal. Stan. Well, hie thee to thy lord; commend me to him; Tell him, the queen hath heartily consented [Gives papers to Sir CHRISTOPHer. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I.-Salisbury. An open place. Enter the Sheriff, and Guard, with BUCKINGHAM, led to Execution. Buck. Will not king Richard let me speak with him? Do through the clouds behold this present hour, This is All-Souls' day, fellows, is it not? Sher. It is, my lord. Buck. Why, then All-Souls' day is my body's dooms day. This is the day, which, in king Edward's time, I wish'd might fall on me, when I was found By the false faith of him whom I most trusted; And given in earnest what I begg'd in jest. Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men To turn their own points on their masters' bosoms: Come, sirs, convey me to the block of shame; SCENE II.-Plain near Tamworth. Enter, with Drum and Colours, RICHMOND, OXFORD, Sir JAMES BLUNT, Sir WALTER HERBERT, and others, with Forces, marching. Rich. Fellows in arms, and my most loving friends, Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny, Thus far into the bowels of the land Have we march'd on without impediment; And here receive we from our father Stanley The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar, That spoil'd your summer fields, and fruitful vines, Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his trough In your embowell'd bosoms, this foul swine Lies now even in the center of this isle, Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn: |