death? Enter another Messenger. 3 Mess. My lord, the army of great Buckingham— K. 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. 3 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 SCENE V. A Room in Lord STANLEY's House. Enter STANLEY and Sir CHRISTOPHER URSWICK 2. 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; But, tell me, where is princely Richmond now? Christ. At Pembroke, or at Ha'rford-west, in Wales. Sir Gilbert Talbot, sir William Stanley; Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, sir James Blunt, 9 they must be told.] This was the language of Shakspeare's time, when the word news was often considered as plural. 1 2 while we reason here,] i. e. while we talk here. Sir Christopher Urswick.] The person, who is called Sir Christopher here, and who has been styled so in the Dramatis Persona of all the impressions, was Christopher Urswick, a bachelor in divinity; and chaplain to the countess of Richmond, who had intermarried with the lord Stanley. This priest, the history tells us, frequently went backwards and forwards, unsuspected, on messages betwixt the countess of Richmond, and her husband, and the young earl of Richmond, whilst he was preparing to make his descent on England. He was afterwards almoner to king Henry VII., and retired to Hackney, where he died in 1521. And Rice-ap-Thomas, with a valiant crew; Stan. Well, hie thee to thy lord; commend me to him ; Tell him the queen hath heartily consented Farewell. [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? Sher. No, my good lord: therefore be patient. Buck. Hastings and Edward's children, Rivers, Grey, Holy king Henry, and thy fair son Edward, Vaughan, and all that have miscarried By underhand corrupted foul injustice: If that your moody discontented souls Do through the clouds behold this present hour, Even for revenge, mock my destruction !— 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 most I trusted: Come, sirs, convey me to the block of shame; [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. Richm. 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 3 Is the determin'd respite of my wrongs.] Hanmer has rightly explained it, the time to which the punishment of his wrongs was respited. Wrongs in this line means wrongs done, or injurious practices. Lies now even in the center of this isle, By this one bloody trial of sharp war. Oxf. Every man's conscience is a thousand swords, To fight against that bloody homicide. Herb. I doubt not, but his friends will turn to us. Blunt. He hath no friends, but who are friends for fear; Which, in his dearest need, will fly from him. Richm. All for our vantage. Then, in God's name, march: True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings, [Exeunt. SCENE III. Bosworth Field. Enter King RICHARD, and Forces; the Duke of NORFOLK, Earl of SURREY, and Others. K. Rich. Here pitch our tents, even here in Bosworth field. My lord of Surrey, why look you so sad? Sur. My heart is ten times lighter than my looks. Here, most gracious liege, Nor. we not? Nor. We must both give and take, my loving lord. K. Rich. Up with my tent: Here will I lie to-night; [Soldiers begin to set up the King's Tent. Lies now - i. e. sojourns. |