He striketh him.

There, take thou that, till thou bring better newes.

Mess. The newes I have to tell your Majestie,
Is, that by sudden Floods, and fall of Waters,
Buckinghams Armie is dispers'd and scatter'd,
And he himselfe wandred away alone,
No man knowes whither.

Rich. I cry

thee mercie:

There is my Purse, to cure that Blow of thine.
Hath any well-advised friend proclaym'd

Reward to him that brings the Traytor in?

550

Mess. Such Proclamation hath been made, my Lord.

Enter another Messenger.

560

Mess. Sir Thomas Lovell, and Lord Marquesse Dorset,
'Tis said, my Liege, in Yorkeshire are in Armes:
But this good comfort bring I to your Highnesse,
The Brittaine Navie is dispers'd by Tempest.
Richmond in Dorsetshire sent out Boat
Unto the shore, to aske those on the Banks,
If they were his Assistants, yea, or no?

Who answer'd him, they came from Buckingham,
Upon his partie: he mistrusting them,

Hoys'd sayle, and made his course againe for Brittaine.
Rich. March on, march on, since we are up in Armes,
If not to fight with forraine Enemies,

Yet to beat downe these Rebels here at home.

545. There, take thou that, till thou bring better newes: Take that, until thou bring me better news-1-52.

555. Lord: liege-Q0. 559. But.. Highnesse: Yet grace-Q0. 560. Brittaine: Breton-CAPELL.

566. bis course againe: away-Q2. Brittaine: Brittany-CAM

BRIDGE.

Cat. My Liege, the Duke of Buckingham is taken, That is the best newes: that the Earle of Richmond Is with a mighty power Landed at Milford, Is colder Newes, but yet they must be told.

Rich. Away towards Salsbury, while we reason here, A Royall batteil might be wonne and lost: Some one take order Buckingham be brought To Salsbury, the rest march on with me. Florish. Exeunt

Scena Quarta.

[Scene v. Lord Derby's bouse.]

Enter Derby, and Sir Christopher [Urswick].

Der. Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this from me, That in the stye of the most deadly Bore,

My Sonne George Stanley is frankt up in hold:
If I revolt, off goes yong Georges head,
The feare of that, holds off my present ayde.
So get thee gone: commend me to thy Lord.
Withall say, that the Queene hath heartily consented
He should espouse Elizabeth hir daughter.
But tell me, where is Princely Richmond now?

Chri. At Penbroke, or at Hertford West in Wales.

574. Newes, but: tidings-1-5Q.

1. Scena Quarta: out-THEOBALD.

4. the most deadly: this most bloody-QQ.

7. bolds off: withholds-QQ.

8-10. shifted to follow withal, 1. 20-Q2.

8. So.. Lord: Return unto thy lord: Commend me to him -le. 9. Witball: Tell him-QQ.

10. should: shall-Qo.

11. But.. now: shifted to follow withholds, 1. 7-Q2.

12. Pembroke: Pembroke-4F. Hertford West: Ha'rford-westCapell.

Der. What men of Name resort to him.
Chri, Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned Souldier,
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 name and worth:
And towards London do they bend their power,
If by the way they be not fought withall.
Der. Well hye thee to thy Lord: I kisse his hand,
My Letter will resolve him of my minde.
Farewell.

Actus Quintus. Scena Prima.
[Salisbury. An open place.]

20

Exeunt

Enter [the Sheriff, and] Buckingham with Halberds, led to Execution.

Buc. Will not King Richard let me speake with him?
Sher. No my good Lord, therefore be patient.
Buc. Hastings, and Edwards children, Gray & Rivers,
Holy King Henry, and thy faire Sonne Edward,
Vaughan, and all that have miscarried

By under-hand corrupted foule injustice,
If that your moody discontented soules,

Do through the clowds behold this present houre,
Even for revenge mocke my destruction.
This is All-soules day (Fellow) is it not?

Sher. It is.

18. other of great name: moe of noble fame-1-6Q. 19. do they: they do-QQ.

10

21. Well bye.. band: out-QQ.

22. My Letter: These letters-Le.
22-3. shifted to follow daughter, l. 10-Q.
6. Gray & Rivers: Rivers, Gray-QQ.
13. (Fellow): fellows-QQ.

14. It is: It is, my lord-QQ.

Buc. Why then Al-soules day, is my bodies doomsday This is the day, which in King Edwards time

I wish'd might fall on me, when I was found
False to his Children, and his Wives Allies.
This is the day, wherein I wisht to fall

20

By the false Faith of him whom most I trusted.
This, this All-soules day to my fearfull Soule,
Is the determin'd respit of my wrongs:
That high All-seer, which I dallied with,
Hath turn'd my fained Prayer on my head,
And given in earnest, what I begg❜d in jest.
Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men
To turne their owne points in their Masters bosomes.
Thus Margarets curse falles heavy on my necke:
When he (quoth she) shall split thy heart with sorrow,
Remember Margaret was a Prophetesse:

30

Come leade me Officers to the blocke of shame, Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame. Exeunt Buckingham with Officers.

Scena Secunda.

[The camp near Tamworth.]

Enter Richmond, Oxford, Blunt, Herbert, and
others, with drum and colours.

Richm. Fellowes in Armes, and my most loving Frends Bruis'd underneath the yoake of Tyranny,

Thus farre into the bowels of the Land,
Have we marcht on without impediment;

16. which: that-Q. 18. and: or-1-7Q. Wives: wife's-RowE. 20. whom most I trusted: I trusted most-QQ.

23. which: that-QQ.

27. in: on-22.

28. Thus .. falles beavy.. necke: Now.. is fallen head-Q0. 31. Come leade me Officers: Come, sirs, convey me-Qo.

1Ο

And heere receive we from our Father Stanley
Lines of faire comfort and encouragement:
The wretched, bloody, and usurping Boare,
(That spoyl'd your Summer Fields, and fruitfull Vines)
Swilles your warm blood like wash, & makes his trough
In your embowel'd bosomes: This foule Swine
Is now even in the Centry of this Isle,

Ne're to the Towne of Leicester, as we learne:
From Tamworth thither, is but one dayes march.
In Gods name cheerely on, couragious Friends,
Το
reape the Harvest of perpetuall peace,

By this one bloody tryall of sharpe Warre.

Oxf. Every mans Conscience is a thousand men, 20 To sight against this guilty Homicide.

Her. I doubt not but his Friends will turne to us. Blunt. He hath no friends, but what are friends for fear, Which in his deerest neede will flye from him.

Richm. All for our vantage, then in Gods name march, True Hope is swift, and flyes with Swallowes wings, Kings it makes Gods, and meaner creatures Kings. Exeunt Omnes.

Enter King Richard in Armes, with Norfolke, Ratcliffe, and the Earle of Surrey.

Rich. Here pitch our Tent, even here in Bosworth field,

My Lord of Surrey, why looke you so sad?

Sur. My heart is ten times lighter then my lookes. Rich. My Lord of Norfolke.

14. Is: Lies-QQ. Centry: Centre-Q0.2-4F.

20. men: swords-QQ.

21. sight: fight-2-4F. this guilty: that bloody-QQ.

22. turne: fly-Qe.

24. deerest.. flye: greatest.. shrink-QQ.