The Family Shakspeare

Urge the necessity and state of times,
And be not peevish found in great designs.

Q. Eliz. Shall I be tempted of the devil thus?
K. Rich. Ay, if the devil tempt thee to do good.
Q. Eliz. Shall I forget myself to be myself?
K. Rich. Ay, if yourself's remembrance wrong
yourself.

Q. Eliz. Shall I go win my daughter to thy will?
K. Rich. And be a happy mother by the deed.
Q. Eliz. I go. -Write to me very shortly,
And you shall understand from me her mind.
K. Rich. Bear her my true love's kiss, and so
farewell.
[Kissing her. Erit Q. ELIZABETH.
Relenting fool, and shallow, changing — woman!
How now? what news?

Enter RATCLIFF; CATESBY following. Rat. Most mighty sovereign, on the western coast Rideth a puissant navy; to the shore Throng many doubtful hollow-hearted friends, Unarm'd, and unresolv'd 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.

K. Rich. Some light-foot friend post to the duke of Norfolk :

Ratcliff, thyself,-or Catesby; where is he?
Cate. Here, my good lord.

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,
[To CATESBY.

Rat. What, may it please you, shall I do at Salisbury?

K. Rich. Why, what wouldst thou do there, before I go?

Rat. Your highness told me, I should post before. Enter STANLEY.

K. Rich. My mind is chang'd. - Stanley, what news with you?

Stan. None good, my liege, to please you with the hearing;

Nor none so bad, but well may be reported.

K. Rich. Heyday, a riddle! neither good nor bad! That need'st thou run so many miles about, When thou mayst tell thy tale the nearest way? Once more, what news?

Is the king dead? the empire unpossess'd?
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?

Stan. Unless for that, my liege, I cannot guess. K. Rich. 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.

Stan. No, mighty liege; therefore mistrust me not. K. Rich. 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-cónducting the rebels from their ships?
Stan. No, my good lord, my friends are in the
north.

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 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.
K. Rich. Ay, ay, thou wouldst be one 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. But, hear you,

K. Rich. Well, go, muster men.
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.

As I by friends am well advertised,
Mess. My gracious sovereign, now in Devonshire,

Sir Edward Courteney, and the haughty prelate,
Bishop of Exeter, his elder brother,

With many more confederates, are in arms.
Enter another Messenger.

2 Mess. In Kent, my liege, the Guildfords are in

'Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms.
But this good comfort bring I to your high-

ness,

The Bretagne navy is dispers'd by tempests:
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 answer'd him, they came from Buckingham
Upon his party; he, mistrusting them,

Hois'd sail, and made his course again for Bre-
tagne.

K. Rich. 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.

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. 5
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
He shall espouse Elizabeth her daughter.
These letters will resolve him of my mind.
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-Soul's day, fellows, is it not?
Sher. It is, my lord.

SCENE II.-Plain near Tamworth.
Enter, with Drum amd 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
Lines of fair comfort and encouragement.

The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar,

That spoil'd your summer fields, and fruitful vines,
Lies now even in the center of this isle,
Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn:

Buck. Why, then All-Souls' day is my body's From Tamworth thither, is but one day's march.

doomsday.

This is the day, which, in king Edward's time,

I wish'd might fall on me, when I was found

False to his children, or his wife's allies:

This is the day, wherein I wish'd to fall
By the false faith of him whom most I trusted;
This, this All-Souls' day to my fearful soul,
Is the determined respite of my wrongs.
That high All-seer which I dallied with,
Hath turned my feigned prayer on my head,
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:
Thus Margaret's curse falls heavy on my neck,-
When he, quoth she, shall split thy heart with sorrow,
Remember Margaret was a prophetess. -

Come, sirs, convey me to the block of shame;
Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame.
[Exeunt BUCKINGHAM, &C.
4 Injurious practices.

In God's name, cheerly on, courageous friends,
To reap the harvest of perpetual peace
By this one bloody trial of sharp war.

Orf. 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.
[Exeunt.

Sur. My heart is ten times lighter than my looks.
K. Rich. My lord of Norfolk,
Nor.
Here, most gracious liege.
K. Rich. Norfolk, we must have knocks; Ha!
must 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. But where, to-morrow?-Well, all's one for that. Who hath descried the number of the traitors?

Nor. Six or seven thousand is their utmost power.
K. Rich. Why, our battalia trebles that account:
Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength,
Which they upon the adverse faction want.
Up with the tent. — Come, noble gentlemen,
Let us survey the vantage of the ground;
Call for some men of sound directions:
Let's want no discipline, make no delay;
For, lords, to-morrow is a busy day.

[Exeunt.

Enter, on the other Side of the Field, RICHMOND, SIR
WILLIAM BRANDON, OXFORD, and other Lords.
Some of the Soldiers pitch RICHMOND's Tent.
Richm. The weary sun hath made a golden set,
And, by the bright track of his fiery car,
Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.

Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my standard. -
Give me some ink and paper in my tent;
I'll draw the form and model of our battle,
Limit each leader to his several charge,
And part in just proportion our small power.
My lord of Oxford, - —you, sir William Brandon.—
And you, sir Walter Herbert, stay with me:
The earl of Pembroke keeps his regiment;
Good captain Blunt, bear my good night to him,
And by the second hour in the morning
Desire the earl to see me in my tent:
Yet one thing more, good captain, do for me;
Where is lord Stanley quarter'd, do you know?
Blunt. Unless I have mista'en his colours much,
(Which, well I am assur'd, I have not done,)
His regiment lies half a mile at least
South from the mighty power of the king.

Richm. If without peril it be possible,
Sweet Blunt, make some good means to speak with
him,

And give him from me this most needful note.
Blunt. Upon my life, my lord, I'll undertake it;
And so, heaven give you quiet rest to night!
Richm. Good night, good captain Blunt. Come,
gentlemen,

Let us consult upon to-morrow's business;
In to my tent, the air is raw and cold.

[They withdraw into the Tent. Enter, to his Tent, KING RICHARD, NORFOLK, RATCLIFF, and CATESBY.

Stan. Fortune and victory sit on thy helm!
Richm. All comfort that the dark night can afford,
Be to thy person, noble father-in-law !
Tell me, how fares our loving mother?

Stan. I, by attorney, bless thee from thy mother,
Who prays continually for Richmond's good:
So much for that. The silent hours steal on,
And flaky darkness breaks within the east.
In brief, for so the season bids us be,
Prepare thy battle early in the morning;
And put thy fortune to the arbitrement
Of bloody strokes, and mortal-staring war.
I, as I may, (that which I would, I cannot,)
With best advantage will deceive the time,
And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms:
But on thy side I may not be too forward,
Lest, being seen, thy brother tender George
Be executed in his father's sight.

Farewell: The leisure and the fearful time
Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love,
And ample interchange of sweet discourse,
Which so long-sunder'd friends should dwell upon;
Heaven give us leisure for these friendly rites!
Once more, adieu : Be valiant, and speed well
Richm. Good lords, conduct him to his regiment;
It's supper time, my lord: I'll strive, with troubled thoughts, to take a nap;

K. Rich. What is't o'clock ?
Cate.

It's nine o'clock.

K. Rich.

I will not sup to-night.
Give me some ink and paper. -
What, is my beaver easier than it was?
And all my armour laid into my tent?

Cate It is, my liege; and all things are in rea-
diness.

K. Rich. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge; Use careful watch, choose trusty sentinels.

Nor. I go, my lord.

Lest leaden slumber peise me down to-morrow,
When I should mount with wings of victory:
Once more, good night, kind lords and gentlemen.
[Exeunt Lords, &c. with STANLEY.
O Thou! whose captain I account myself,
Look on my forces with a gracious eye;
Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath,
That they may crush down with a heavy fall
7 A watch-light.
9 Twilight.

8 Wood of the lances,
1 Weigh.

The usurping helmets of our adversaries!
Make us thy ministers of chastisement,
That we may praise thee in thy victory!
To thee I do commend my watchful soul,
Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes;
Sleeping, and waking, O, defend me still! [Sleeps.

The Ghost of PRINCE EDWARD, son to HENRY THE
SIXTH, rises between the two Tents.

Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow! [TO KING RICHARD. Think, how thou stab'dst me in my prime of youth At Tewksbury; Despair, therefore, and die! Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wronged souls Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf: King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thee.

The Ghost of KING HENRY THE SIXTH rises. Ghost. When I was mortal, my anointed body [TO KING RICHARD. By thee was punched full of deadly holes : Think on the Tower, and me; Despair, and die! Harry the Sixth bids thee despair and die. Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror !

[To RICHMOND. Harry, that prophesied thou shouldst be king, Doth comfort thee in thy sleep; Live, and flourish !

The Ghost of CLARENCE rises. Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow! [To KING RICHARD. I, that was wash'd to death with fulsome wine, Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death! To-morrow in the battle think on me, And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair, and die! Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster, [TO RICHMOND. The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee; Good angels guard thy battle! Live, and flourish!

Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake in joy;
Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy!
Live, and beget a happy race of kings!
Edward's unhappy sons do bid thee flourish.
The Ghost of QUEEN ANNE rises.
Ghost. Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne
thy wife,

That never slept a quiet hour with thee,
Now fills thy sleep with perturbations:
To-morrow in the battle think on me,
And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair, and die !—
Thou, quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep;
[TO RICHMOND.

Dream of success and happy victory;
Thy adversary's wife doth pray for thee.

crown;

The Ghost of BUCKINGHAM rises. Ghost. The first was I, that help'd thee to the [To KING RICHARD. The last was I, that felt thy tyranny: O, in the battle think on Buckingham, And die in terror of thy guiltiness! Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death; Fainting, despair; despairing, yield thy breath! I died for hope, ere I could lend thee aid:

[To RICHMOND. But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay'd: God, and good angels, fight on Richmond's side; And Richard falls in height of all his pride.

[The Ghosts vanish. KING RICHARD starts out of his dream. K. Rich. Give me another horse, bind up my wounds, Have mercy, Jesu! Soft; I did but dream. O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! The lights burn blue. · It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear? myself? there's none else by: Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here? No;- Yes; I am: Then fly, What, from myself? Great reason: Why?

- Fool, do not flatter.

Lest I revenge. What? Myself on myself?
I love myself. Wherefore? for any good,
That I myself have done unto myself?
O, no alas, I rather hate myself,
For hateful deeds committed by myself.
I am a villain: Yet I lie, I am not.
Fool, of thyself speak well:
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
And every tale condemns me for a villain.
Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree,
Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree;
All several sins, all us'd in each degree,
Throng to the bar, crying all, — Guilty! guilty!
I shall despair. There is no creature loves me;
And, if I die, no soul will pity me: -
Nay, wherefore should they? since that I myself
Find in myself no pity to myself.
Methought, the souls of all that I had murder'd
Came to my tent: and every one did threat
To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard.
Enter RATCLIFF.

Hath twice done salutation to the morn;
Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour.
K. Rich. O, Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fearful
dream!

Sound, drums and trumpets, boldly and cheerfully; God, and Saint George! Richmond, and victory! [Exeunt.

What thinkest thou? will our friends prove all true? Re-enter KING RICHARD, RATCLIFF, Attendants, and Rat. No doubt, my lord.

K. Rich.
Ratcliff, I fear, I fear,
Rat. Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of sha-
dows.

K. Rich. By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night
Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard,
That can the substance of ten thousand soldiers,
Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond.
It is not yet near day. Come, go with me;
Under our tents I'll play the eaves-dropper,
To hear, if any mean to shrink from me.

Forces.

K. Rich. What said Northumberland, as touching
Richmond?

Rat. That he was never trained up in arms.
K. Rich. He said the truth: And what said Surrey

then?

Rat. He smil'd and said, the better for our purpose. K. Rich. He was i'the right; and so, indeed, it is. [Clock strikes. Tell the clock there. Give me a calendar. Who saw the sun to-day?

Not I, my lord.

K. Rich. Then he disdains to shine; for, by the book,

[Exeunt KING RICHARD and RATCLIFF. Rat. RICHMOND wakes. Enter OXFORD and others. Lords. Good morrow, Richmond.

Richm. 'Cry mercy, lords, and watchful gentlemen, That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard here.

Lords. How have you slept, my lord?

Richm. The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding
dreams,

That ever enter'd in a drowsy head,
Have I since your departure had, my lords.
Methought, their souls, whose bodies Richard mur-
der'd,

Came to my tent, and cried - On! victory!
I promise you, my heart is very jocund
In the remembrance of so fair a dream.
How far into the morning is it, lords?
Lords. Upon the stroke of four.

Richm. Why, then 'tis time to arm, and give di-
rection. - [He advances to the Troops.
More than I have said, loving countrymen,
The leisure and enforcement of the time
Forbids to dwell on: Yet remember this,-
God, and our good cause, fight upon our side;
The prayers of holy saints, and wronged souls,
Like high-rear'd bulwarks, stand before our faces;
Richard except, those, whom we fight against,
Had rather have us win, than him they follow.
For what is he they follow? truly, gentlemen,
A bloody tyrant, and a homicide;

One rais'd in blood, and one in blood establish'd;
One that made means to come by what he hath,
And slaughter'd those that were the means to help
him;

A base foul stone, made precious by the foil
Of England's chair, where he is falsely set;
One that hath ever been God's enemy:
Then, if you fight against God's enemy,
God will vouchsafe to ward 2 you as his soldiers;
If you do sweat to put a tyrant down,
You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain;
If you do fight against your country's foes,
Your country's fat shall pay your pains the hire;
If you do fight in safeguard of your wives,
Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors;
If you do free your children from the sword,
Your children's children quit 3 it in your age.
Then, in the name of God, and all these rights,
Advance your standards, draw your willing swords:
For me, the ransom of my bold attempt
Shall be this cold corpse on the earth's cold face;
But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt
The least of you shall share his part thereof.
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2 Guard.

He should have brav'd the east an hour ago:
A black day will it be to somebody. —
Ratcliff,

Rat. My lord?
K. Rich. The sun will not be seen to-day;
The sky doth frown and lour upon our army.
I would, these dewy tears were from the ground.
Not shine to-day! Why, what is that to me,
More than to Richmond? for the self-same heaven,
That frowns on me, looks sadly upon him.

Enter NORFOLK.

Nor. Arm, arm, my lord; the foe vaunts in the field.

K. Rich. Come, bustle, bustle; - Caparison my horse;

Call up lord Stanley, bid him bring his power·~~~
I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain,
And thus my battle shall be order'd.
My foreward shall be drawn out all in length,
Consisting equally of horse and foot;
Our archers shall be placed in the midst:
John duke of Norfolk, Thomas earl of Surrey,
Shall have the leading of this foot and horse.
They thus directed, we ourself will follow
In the main battle; whose puissance on either side
Shall be well winged; with our chiefest horse.
This, and Saint George to boot! What think'st
thou, Norfolk ?

Nor. A good direction, warlike sovereign. This found I on my tent this morning.

[Giving a Scroll. K. Rich. Jocky of Norfolk be not too bold, [Reads. For Dickon thy master is bought and sold.

A thing devised by the enemy. —

Go, gentlemen, every man unto his charge:
Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls:
Conscience is but a word that cowards use,
Devis'd at first to keep the strong in awe;
Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law.
March on, join bravely, let us to't pell-mell;
If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell.
What shall I say more than I have inferr'd?
Remember whom you are to cope withal;
A sort 5 of vagabonds, rascals, and run-aways,
A scum of Bretagnes, and base lackey peasants,
Whom their c'er-cloyed country vomits forth
To desperate ventures and assur'd destruction.
You sleeping safe, they bring you to unrest;
You having lands, and bless'd with beauteous wives,
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