RICHARD III

My friends depart, The hour commands your absence. Leave me, and every man look to his charge. Ah young Prince, and why not I? Exit Casbie. Or who shall inherit Plantagines but his son? And who the King deceased, but the brother? Shall law bridle nature, or authority hinder inheritance? No, I say no: Principality brooks no equality, Much less superiority, And the title of a King, is next under the degree of a God, For if he be worthy to be called valiant, That in his life wins honour, and by his sword wins riches, Why now I with renown of a soldier, which is never sold but By weight, nor changed but by lose of life, I reaped not the gain but the glory, and since it becomes A son to maintain the honour of his deceased father, Why should not I hazard his dignity by my brother's sons? To be baser then I disdain, And to be more then Protector, the law deny, Why my father God the Crown, my brother wone the Crown, And I will wear the Crown, Or isle make them hop without their crowns that denies me: Have I removed such logs out of my sighed, as my brother Clare ̄ ce And king Henry the sixth, to suffer a child to shadow me, Nay more, my nephew to disinherit me, Yet most of all, to be released from the yoke of my brother As I term it, to become subject to his son, No death nor hell shall not withhold me, but as I rule I will reign, And so reign that the proudest enemy shall not abide The sharpest shower. Why what are the babes but a puff of Gunpowder? a mark for the soldiers, food for fish, Or lining for beds, devices enough to make them away, Wherein I am resolute, and determining, needs no counsel, Ho, whose within? But whats he with thee? Sirrah give place. Ah how this title of Majesty, animates me to my purpose, Rise man, regard no fallen, haply this letter brings good luck, May it be, or is it possible, Does Fortune so much favour my happiness That I no sooner devise, but she sets abroach? Or does she but to try me, that raising me aloft, My fallen may be the greater, well laugh on sweet change, Be as be may, I will never fear colours nor regard ruth, Valour brings fame, and fame conqueres death. Perciuall. For so thy letter declares thy name, Thy trust to thy Lord, is a sufficient warrant That I utter my mind fully unto thee, And seeing thy Lord and I have be long foes, And have found now so fit opportunity to join league, To allay the proud enemy, tell him thus as a friend, I do accept of his grace, and will be as ready to put in practice To the uttermost of my power, what ere he shall be to devise, But whereas he hath writ that the removing of the young Prince from the Queens friends might do well, Tell him thus, it is the only way to our purpose, For he shall shortly come up to London to his Coronation, At which instant, we will be both present, And where by the help of thy Lord, I will so play my partly, That isle be more then I am, and not much less then I look for No nor a hair breadth from that I am, Aiudge thou what it is Percival. What power hath he? What number? Sounes, dares he trust the Lord Hastings. Well Perciuall, this matter is weighty and must not be slipped, therefore return this answer to thy Lord, that to morrow I will meet him, for to day I cannot, for now the funeral is passed I must set a screen before the fire for fear of suspicion: again, I am now to strengthen my self by the controversy that is be betwixt the kindred of the King deceased, and the Queen thats li ving, the young Prince is yet in hucksters handling, and they not thoroughly friends, now must I so work, that that water that drives the mill may drown it. I climb Perciuall, I regard more the glory then the gain, for the very name of a King redouble a men life with fame, when death hath done his worst, and so commend me to thy Lord, and take thou this for thy pains. Why so, now Fortune make me a King, Fortune give me a kingdom, let the world report the Duke of Gloucester was a King, therefore Fortune make me King, if I be but King for a year, nay but half a year, nay a month, a week, three days, one day, or half a day, nay and hour, swoons half and hour, nay sweet Fortune, clap but the Crown on my head, that the vas sals may but once say, God save King Richard's life, it is enough. Sirrah, who is there? What hearest thou about the Court? A mighty arm will sway the baser sort, authority does terrify. But what other news hearest thou? A perilous bone to ground upon, and a rush stiffly knit, which if I could find a knot, I would give one half to the dogs and set fire on the other. Tush a shadow without a substance, and a fear with out a cause: but yet if my neighbours house be on fire, let me seek to save mine own, in trust is treason, time slippth, it is ill jesting with edge tools, or dallying with Princes matters, I'll strike whillst the iron is hight, and I'll trust never a Duke of Buckingham, no never a Duke in the world, further then I see him. And sirrah, so follow me. Thou wretched Earl, whose aged head imagins nought but treachery, Like Judas thou admitted wast to sup with us last night, But heavens prevented thee our ils, and left thee in this plighted: Greeu'st thou that I the Gloucester Duke, should as Protector sway? And were you he was left behind, to make us both away? Wilt thou be ringleader to wro ̄ g, & must you guide the realm? Nay over board all such mates I hurl, while I do guide the helm: I'll weed you out by one and one, I'll burn you up Like chaff, I'll rend your stock up by the roots, that yet in triumphs laffe. So now my Lord of Buckingham, let us hoist up sail while the wind serves, this hight beginning must have a quick dispatch, therefore I charge and command straightly, that every high way be laid close, that none may be suffered to carry this news before we our selves come, for if word come before us, then is our pretence bewrayed, and all we have done to no effect. If any ask the cause why they may not pass, use my authority, and if he resist shoot him through. Now my Lord of Bucking ham, let us take post horse to Stony Stratford, where happily isle say such grace to the Princes dinner, that I will make the deuou test of them forget what meat they eat and yet all for the best I hope. Long live my Princely Nephew in all happiness. Therein I show my humble duty to your grace, whose life I wish to redouble your deceased father's days. For that cause we came. Sir no great offence, but inward envy will burst out, No Lord Grey, you cannot hide your malice to us of the Kings blood. Marry thus noble Nephew, the old wound of envy, be king rubbed by Lord Grays venomous rashness, is grown to such a venomous soar that it is incurable, without remove of dead flesh. Only this I add, you govern the Prince without my authority, allowing me no more then the bore name of Protec tor, which I will have in the despite of you, and therefore as your competitor Earl Rivers is already imprisoned, so shall you be, till time afford the law to take place. Thy presumption condemns thee Lord Grey, thy a rest is lawful. Therefore see them speedily and secretly impriso ned, and after the coronation they shall answer it by law, mean while, Officers look to your charge. Your grace undertakes you know not what, the mat ters are perilous, especially against the Lord Grey. He may be a friend to win favour, & so climb to pro motion in respect of his equals. His equals, nay his betters. Go, you shall answer it by law. What else and please your majesty, where by the way I will appoint trusty Officers about you. Richard. Goto no more ado Catesby, they say I have been a long sleeper to day, but isle be awake anon to some of their costs. But sirrah are those men in readiness that I appointed you to get? Goto, look to it then Catesby, get thee thy weapons ready, for I will enter the Court. Come bring him away, let this suffice, thou and that ac cursed sorceress the mother Queen hath bewitched me, with assistance of that famous strumpet of my brother's, Shores wife: my withered arm is a sufficient testimony, deny it if thou canst: lay not Shores wife with thee last night? If villain, feedest thou me with Ifs & ands, go fetch me a Priest, make a short shrift, and dispatch him quickly For by the blessed Saint Paul I swear, I will not dine till I see the traitors head, away sir Thomas, suffer him not to speak, see him executed straight, & let his copartner the Lord Standly be car ried to prison also, 'tis not his broke head I have given him, shall exscues him. Catesby go you and see it presently proclaimed throughout the City of London by a Herald of Arms, that the cause of his death and the rest, were for conspiring by Witchcraft the death of me and the Duke of Buckingham, that so they might govern the King and rule the realm, I think the proclamation be all most done. Well then about it. But hearest thou Catesby, mean while I will listen after success of the Duke of Buckingham, who is labouring all this while with the Citizens of London to make me King, which I hope shall be shortly, for thou seest our foes now are fewer, and we nearer the mark then before, and when I have it, look thou for the place of thy friend the Lord Hastings, mean while about thy business. Now sirrah to thee, there is one thing more undone, which grieves me more then all the rest: and to say the truth, it is of more importance then all the rest. I commend thy willingness, but it is too mighty and reaches the stars. Be assured of that, but the matter is of weight & reat importance, and does concern the state. Indeed thy trust I know to be so true, that I care not to utter it unto thee. Come hither, & yet the matter is too weigh tie for so mean a man. Why thus it is, I would have my two Nephews the young Prince and his brother secretly murdered, Sownes vil lain 'tis out, wilt thou do it? or wilt thou betray me? Of what reputation or calling is that Terrell, may we trust him with that which once known, were the utter confu sion of me and my friends for ever? Well in this be very circumspect and sure with thy di ligence, be liberal, and look for a day to make thee bless thy self, wherein thou servedst so good a Lord. And now that Shores wives goods be confiscate, go from me to the Bishop of Lon done, and see that she receive her open penance, let her be turned out of prison, but so bore as a wretch that worthily hath desert ved that plague: and let there be straight proclamation made by my Lord the Mayor, that none shall relieve her nor pity her, and privy spies set in every corner of the City, that they may take notice of them that relieves her: for as her beginning was most famous above all, so will I have her end most infamous above all. Have care now my boy, and win thy masters heart for ever. Welcome deer friends and loving countrymen, Welcome I say to England's blissful I'll, Whose forwardness I cannot but commend, That thus do aid us in our enterprise, My right it is, and sole inheritance, And Richard but usurps in my authority, For in his tyranny he slaughtered those That would not succour him in his attempts, Whose guiltless blood craves daily at Gods hands; Revenge for outrage done to their harmless lives: Then courage countrymen, and never be dismayed, Our quarrels good, and God will help the right, For we may know by dangers we have passed, That God no doubt will give us victory. But Blunt, look whose that knocks. Admit him straight, now shall we hear some news. Welcome my friend, how fares our mother & the rest? My friend, my mother hath written to me of certain that are coming in our aid, the report of whose names are re ferd to thee to deliver. Are these the full number of all that come? Does Arnoll Butler come, I can hardly brook his treachery, for he it was that wrought my disgrace with the King. Well my friend, take this for thy good news, And commend me to our mother and the rest. Thus my Lords, you see God still provides for us: But now my Lords touching the placing of our battle best, And how we may be least endangered, Because I will be foremost in this fight, To encounter with that bloody murderer, My self will led the vanward of our troop, My Lord of Oxford, you as our second self, Shall hall have the happy leading of the rear, A place I know which you will well deserve, And Captain Blunt, Peter Landoyse and you, Shall by in quarters, as our battles scowtes, Provided, thus your bowmen Captain Blunt, Must scatter here and there to gaull their horse, As also when that our promised friends do come, Then must you hold hard skirmish with our foes, Till I by cast of a counter march, Have joined our power with those that come to us, Then casting close, as wings on either side, We will give a new prauado on the foe, Therefore let us towards Aderstoe amain, Where we this night God-willing will encamp, From thence towards Lichfield, we will march next day, And nearer London, bid King Richard play. Good my Lord depart, and leave me to my self. My Lord it may not be, for I have promised my father that none shall come but my self, therefore good my Lord de partly. Content thee good Oxford, and though I confess my self bound to thee for thy especial care, yet at this time I pray thee hold me excused. But farewell my Lord, here comes my Lord and father. How fares my gracious Lord and father? But omitting this, I pray tell me, shall I look for your help in the battle? Why then it is bootless for us to stay, for all we pre summed upon, was on your aid. Why the time is too troublesome, for him to tend to follow execution. This news goes to my heart, but 'tis in vain for me to look for victory, when with a molehill, we shall encounter with a mountain. Now noble Peers and worthy countrymen, since God hath given us fortune of the day, let us first give thanks unto his Deity, & next with honours fitting your deserts, I must be grateful to my country men, and worthy Oxford for thy service shown in hight encountering of the enemy, Earl Rich mond binds himself in lasting bonds of faithful love & per fect unity. Sorry I am for those that I have lost by our so dange rous encountering with the foe, but sorrow cannot bring the dead to life: and therefore are my sorrows spent in vain. Only to those that live, thus much I say, I will maintain them with a ma nuall pay. And loving father, lastly to your self, though not the least in our expected aid, we give more thanks for your unlooked for aid, then we have power on sudden to declare, but for your thanks I hope it shall suffice that I in nature love & honour you. How fares our lovely mother Queen? No lovely Queen your son does live in France, for being distressed and driven by force of tempest to that shore, and many of our men being sick and dead, we were enforced to ask the King for aid, as well for men as for munition, which then the King did willingly supply, provided, that as hostage for those men, Lord Marquess Dorset should be pledge with the ̄ . But Madame now our troubled war is done, Lord Marquess Dorset shall come home again. Then Madame for our happy battles victory, first thanks to heaven, next to my forward countrymen, but Ma dame pardon me though I make bold to charge you with a promise that you made, which was confirmed by diverse of the Peers, touching the marriage of Elizabeth, and having ended what I promised you, Madam, I look and hope to have my endue. Thanks loving friends and my kind countrymen, and here I vow in presence of you all, to root abuses from this come mon wealth, which now flows faster then the furious tied that overflows beyond the banks of Nile. And loving father, and my other friends, whose ready forwardness hath made me for tunate, Richmond will still in honourable love count himself to be at your dispose, nor do I wish to enjoy a longer life, then I shall live to think upon your love. But what says fair Eliza beth to us? for now we have welcomed our other friends, I must bid you welcome Lady amongst the rest, and in my well come crave to be resolved, how you resolve touching my proof read love unto you, here your mother and the Peers agree, and all is ended, if you condescend. And so say I, thanks you all my Lords, that thus have honoured Richmond with a Crown, and if I live, then make account my Lords I will deserve this with more then common love. Take comfort gentle father, for I hope my brother George will turn in safe to us. Now seeing that each thing turns to our content, I will it be proclaimed presently, that traitorous Richard Be by our command, drawn thr ugh the streets of Lester, Stark naked on a Colliers horse let him be laid, For as of others pains he had no regard, So let him have a traitors endue reward. Now for our marriage and our nuptial rites, Our pleasure is they be solemnized In our Abbey of Westminster, according to the ancient custom endue, The two and twentieth day of August next, Set forward then my Lords towards London straight, There to take further order for the state. Would villain, Majesty. Speakest y u the truth, how darest y u speak, for justice to apeale? When as thy packing with thy Prince, thy falsehood do reveal. A Rivers blush, for shame to speak, Like traitor as thou art. But as thou art I leave thee here, Unto the officers custody, First bore him to Pomphret Castle, Charge them to keep him secretly: And as you hear from me so deal, Let it be done immediately: Take from our Garrison one whole band, To guard him thither safely. Yes secrets that are too subtle for babes, Alas my Lord you are a child, and they use you as a child: but they consult and conclude of such matters, as were we not careful, would prove prejudicial to your Majesties person. Therefore let not your grace fear any thing by our determination, for as my authority is only under your grace, so shall my loyalty deserve hereafter the joust recompense of a true subject, therefore I having charge from ̄ my brother your father, & our late deceased king, during the minority of your grace, I will use my authority as I see good. Catesby content thee, I have warned the Lord Hastings to this Court, and since he is so hard to be won, 'tis better to cut him off then suffer him, he hath be all this while partaker to our secrets, and if he should but by some mislike utter it, then were we all cast away. The goal is God, and golden Crown is won, And well deservest thou to wear the same, That ventured hast thy body and thy soul, But what boots Richard, now the Diadem Or kingdom God, by murder of his friends, My fearful shadow that still follows me, Hath sommond me before the severe judge, My conscience witness of the blood I spilled, Accuseth me as guilty of the fact, The fact, a damned judgement craves, Whereas impartial justice hath condemned. Meethinkes the Crown which I before did wear, Enchased with Pearl and costly Diamonds, Is turned now into a fatal wreathe, Of fiery flames, and ever burning stars, And raging fiends hath passed there ugly shapes, In student Lake's, addressed to tend on me, If it be thus, what wilt thou do in this extremity? Nay what canst thou do to purge thee of thy gilded? Even repent, crave mercy for thy damned fact, Appeal for mercy to thy righteous God, Would repent, not I, crave mercy they that list. My God, is none of mine. Then Richard be thus resolved, To pace thy soul in vallence with their blood, Soul for soul, and body for body, yea marry Richard, That S good, Catesby. It may be so. But what thinkest thou Catesby? Why of all these troubles. How villain, dost thou hope to see me happily over comed? Ay villain, thou points at me, thou hopest to see me overcomed. Would, would, good Catesby, but what hearest thou of the Duke of Buckingham? Why 'tis impossible, his friends Hope's that he shall out line me, to be my head. No Catesby, if a do, it must be in fame's, And since they hope he shall out live me, to be my head, He hops without his head, & rests among his fellow rebels. But Catesby, what hearest thou of Henry Earl of Richmond? No: hearest thou not he lives in Britain, In favour with the Duke. Nay more, Lady Margaret his mother conspires against us, And persuades him that he is lineally descended from Henry The fourth, and that he hath right to the Crown, Therefore tell me what thinkest thou of the Earl? Villain dost thou praise my foe, and commend him to my face? Whats that? Yea marry, I would it off quickly, then But more to the strengthening of his title, She goes about to marry him to the Queens eldest daughter, Lady Elizabeth. Why then there it goes, The great devil of hell go with all. A marriage begun in mischief, shall end in blood: I think that accursed sorreresse the mother Queen, Does nothing but bewith me, and hatcheth conspiracies, And brings out perilous birds to wound Their Countries weal, The Earl is up in Arms, And with him many of the Nobility, He hath aid in France, He is rescued in Britain, And means shortly to arrive in England: But all this spites me not so much, As his escape from Landoyse the Dukes Treasurer, Who if he had be pricked forth for revenge, He had ended all by apprehending of our foe, But now he is in disgrace with the Duke, And we farther off our purpose then to before, But the Earl hath not so many biting dogs abroad, As we have sleeping curs at home here, Ready for rescue. Ay so thou mayest marvel how the Duke of Britain, Durst wake such a foe as England against him, But evil fare makes open war. But who comes there Catsbie? Would one of our spurs to revenge: The Lord Standley, father in law to Lady Margaret, His coming is to us Catsbie, Wertenberg not that his life might serve, For apprehension against our foe, He should have neither Judge nor Jury, But guilty death without any more ado. Now Lord Standley, what news? Have you received any letters of your late embassage into Britain? What answer have you received of your letters? And how does your son then, is he in health? Faith tell us, when means he to arrive in England? And how many of our Nobility is with him? And what power is with him? O good words Lord Standley, but give me leave to glean out of your golden field of eloquence, how brave you plead ignorance as though you knew not of your sons departure into Britain out of England. Why is not his mother thy wife, & dares he pass over without the blessing of his mother, whose husband thou art? Yea speak Standley, no doubt some fine coloured tale, Well Standley, I fear it will be proved to the contra rye, that thou didst furnish him both with money and munition, which if it be, then look for no favour at my hands, but the endue deserts of a traitor: but let this pass. Whats your repair to our presence? Ay sir, that you might be in Cheshire and Lancashire, then should your Posts pass invisible into Britain, and you to depart the realm at your pleasure, or else I to suffer and intol lerable foe under me, which I will not. But Standley to be brief, thou shalt not go. But soft Richard, but that it were better to be alone then to have noisome company, he shall go, leaving for his loyalty a sufficient pledge. Come hither Standley, thou shalt go, leaving me here thy son and heir George Standley for a pledge, that he may perish for thy fault if need should be, if thou likest this, go, If not, answer me briefly, and say quickly no. Here come hither, and with thee take this lesson. Thou art set free for our defence, Thou shalt upon thy pledge make this promise, Not only to stay the hindrance of the Earl, But to prevent his purpose with thy power. Thou shalt not seek by any means to aid or rescue him. This done, of my life thy son does live: But otherwise thy son die and thou too; if I catch thee: And it shall go hard but I will catch thee. How now, what do you give him letters? Carry George Standley to prison. Shall you go to prison, what a questions that? So prick the lamb, and wound the dam. How likest thou this Catesby? Nay now will we look to the rest, But I sent the Lord Lovel to the mother Queen, Concerning my suit to her daughter Elizabeth, But see in good time here he is. How now Lovel, what news? What says the mother Queen to my suit? God have mercy Lovel, but what said Lady Elizabeth I marry Lovel let not that opportunity slip, look to it Catesby, be careful for it Lovel, for thereby hangs such a chance, that may enrich us and our heirs for ever. But sirs hard you nothing of the Scottish Nobles that met at Nottingham, to confer about the marriage of my Niece. Gogs wounds who is that? search the villain, has he any dags about him? From whence comes thou? Nay will you give me leave to tell you that? Why you villains will you know the secrets of my letter by interrupting messengers that are sent to me? Away I say, begone, it is time to look about: away I say, what here yet villains? Then speak it, what hast thou to say? Messenger stay, hath Blunt betrayed, does Oxford re bell and aid the Earl Richmond, may this be true, what is our prison so weak, our friends so fickle, our Ports so ill looked too, that they may pass and repass the seas at their pleasures, then every one conspires, spoils our Conflex, conqueres our Can stles, and Arms themselves with their own weapons vnresi stead? Oh villains, rebels, fugetiues, thieves, how are we betrayed, when our own Swords shall beat us, and our own subjects seeks the subversion of the state, the fallen of their Prince, and sack of their country, of his, nay neither must nor shall, for I will Army with my friends, and cut off my enemies, & beard them to their face that dares me, and but one, I one, one beyond the seas that troubles me: well his power is weak, & we are strong, therefore I will meet him with such melody, that the singing of a bullet shall send him merrily to his lo ̄ gest home. Come follow me. The hell of life that hangs upon the Crown, The daily cares, the nightly dreams, The wretched crews, the treason of the foe, And horror of my bloody practice passed, Strikes such a terror to my wounded conscience, That sleep I, wake I, or whatsoever I do, Meethinkes their ghosts comes gaping for revenge, Whom I have slain in reaching for a Crown. Clarence complains, and cries for revenge. My Nephews bloods, Revenge, revenge, does cry. The headless Peers comes pressing for revenge. And every one cries, let the tyrant die. The Sun by day shines hotly for revenge. The Moon by night eclipseth for revenge. The stars are turned to Comets for revenge. The Planets change their coursies for revenge. The birds sing not, but sorrow for revenge. The silly lambs sits bleating for revenge. The screeking Raven sits croaking for revenge. Whole heads of beasts comes bellowing for revenge. And all, yea all the world I think, Cries for revenge, and nothing but revenge. But to conclude, I have deserved revenge. In company I dare not trust my friend, Being alone, I dread the secret foe: I doubt my food, least poison lurk therein. My bed is uncouth, rest refrains my head. Then such a life I count far worse to be, Then thousand death's unto a damned death: How wast death I said? who dare attempt my death? Nay who dare so much as once to think my death? Though enemies there be that would my body kill, Yet shall they leave a never dying mind. But you villains, rebels, traitors as you are, How came the foe in, pressing so near? Where, where, slept the garrison that should a Beatrice them back? Where was our friends to intercept the foe? All gone, quite fled, his loyalty quite laid a bed? Then vengeance, mischief, horror, with mischance, Wildfire, with whirl winds, light upon your heads, That thus betrayed your Prince by your untruth. Frantic man, what meanest thou by this mood? Now he is come more needs to beat him back. The bade rebellion of my foe is not so much, as for to see my friends do fly in flocks from me. The cause Buzard, what cause should I participate to thee? My friends are gone away, and fled from me, keep silence villain, least I by post do send thy soul to hell, not one word more, if thou dost love thy life. Yet again vilaine, o Catesby is it thou? What comes the Lord Standley or no? Why didst not tell him then, I would send his son George Standleys head to him. Oh vilaine vild, and breaker of his oath, the bastards ghost shall hant him at the heals, and cry revenge for his vild father's wrongs, go Lovel, Catsbie, fetch George Standly forth, him with these hands will I butcher for the dead, and send his headless body to his fire. Zownes, foe me no foes, the father's fact condemns the son to die. Why was not he left for father's loyalty? Did not your selves in presence, see the bonds sealde and assigned? The bound is broke and I will sue the fine, except you will hinder me, what will you have it so? His treacherous father hath neglect his word and done imparshall passed by dint of sword, therefore sirrah go fetch him, Zownes draw you cuts who shall go, I bid you go Catesby. A Richard, now mayest thou see thy end at hand, why sirs why fear you thus? why we are ten to one, if you seek promotion, I am a King already in possession, better able to perform then he. Lovel, Catesby, lets join lovingly and devoutly together, and I will divide my whole kingdom amongst you. We will my Lord, a Catesby, thou lookest Like a dog, and thou Lovel too, but you will run away with them that be gone, and the devil go with you all, God I hope, God, what talk I of God, that have served the devil all this while. No, for tune and courage for me, and join England against me with England, Join Europe with Europe, come Christendom, and with Christendom the whole world, and yet I will never yield but by death only. By death, no die, partly not childishly from thy Crown, but come the devil to claim it, strike him down, & though that Fortune hath decreed, to set revenge with triumphs on my wretched head, yet death, sweet death, my latest friend, hath sworn to make a bargain for my lasting fame, and this, I this very day, I hope with this lame hand of mine, to rake out that hateful heart of Richmond, and when I have it, to eat it panting hight with salt, and drink his blood luck warm, though I be sure 'twill poison me. Sirs you that be resolute follow me, the rest go hang your selves. A horse, a horse, a fresh horse. Fly villain, look I as though I would fly, no first shall this dull and senseless ball of earth receive my body cold and void of sense, you watery heavens roll on my gloomy day, and darksome clouds close up my cheerful sound, down is thy sun Richard, never to shine again, the birds whose feathers should adorn my head, hovers aloft & dares not come in sighed, yet faint not man, for this day if Fortune will, shall make thee King possessed with quiet Crown, if Fates deny, this ground must be my graven, yet golden thoughts that reached for a Crown, daunted before by Fortune's cruel spite, are come as comforts to my drooping heart, and bids me keep my Crown and die a King. These are my last, what more I have to say, isle make re port among the damned souls. Dares Richmond set his foot on land with such a small power of straggling fugatiues?