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Madam, his Majesty does call for you, And for your Grace, and yours my gracious Lord. He for his father's sake so loves the Prince, That he will not be won to ought against him. He will do all in all as Hastings does. My good Lords both, with all the heed I can. You shall, my Lord. Many good morrows to my Noble Lord. It is a reeling World indeed, my Lord: And I believe will never stand upright, Till Richard wear the Garland of the Realm. I, my good Lord. I, on my life, and Hope's to find you forward, Upon his party, for the gain thereof: And thereupon he sends you this good news, That this same very day your enemies. The Kindred of the Queen, must die at Pomfret. God keep your Lordship in that gracious mind. It's a vile thing to die, my gracious Lord, When men are unprepared, and look not for it. The Princes both make high account of you, For they account his Head upon the Bridge. Withdraw my Lord, I'll help you to a Horse He does entreat your Grace, my Noble Lord, To visit him to morrow, or next day: He is within, with two right reverend Father's, Divinely bent to Meditation, And in no Worldly suits would he be moved, To draw him from his holy Exercise. I'll signify so much unto him straight. He wonders to what end you have assembled Such troops of Citizens, to come to him, His Grace not being warned thereof before: He fears, my Lord, you mean no good to him. The King is angry, see he gnaws his Lip. Oh make them joyful, grant their lawful suit. Call him again, sweet Prince, accept their suit: If you deny them, all the Land will rue it. Here, my good Lord. I will, my Lord, with all convenient haste. First, mighty Liege, tell me your Highness pleasure, What from your Grace I shall deliver to him. I go. 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. It's Supper time my Lord, it's nine a clock. It is my Liege: and all things are in readiness. Rescue my Lord of Norfolk, Rescue, Rescue: The King enacts more wonders then a man, Daring and opposite to every danger: His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights, Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death: Rescue fair Lord, or else the day is lost.