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ACT the Fourth

The Scene, The Tower

Enter the two Princes with the Queen, the Dutchess of York, and Lady Ann in tears.
PRINCE EDWARD
Pray, Madam, do not leave me yet,
For I have many more complaints to tell you.

QUEEN
And I unable to redress the least:
What wou'dst thou say, my Child?

PRINCE EDWARD
O Mother! Since I first have lain in'th'Tower
My rest has still been broke with frightful Dreams,
Of shocking News has wak'd me into tears.
I'm scarce allow'd a Friend to visit me:
All my old honest Servants are turn'd off,
And in their rooms are strange ill-natur'd fellows,
Who look so bold, as they were all my Masters;
And, I'm afraid, they'll shortly take you from me.

DUTCHESS OF YORK
O mournful hearing!

ANN
O unhappy Prince!

DUKE OF YORK
Dear Brother, why do you weep so?
You make me cry too.

QUEEN
Alas, poor Innocence!

PRINCE EDWARD
Wou'd I but knew at what my Uncle aims;
If 'twere my Crown, I'd freely give it him,
So he'd but let me 'joy my life in quiet.

DUKE OF YORK
Why! will my Uncle kill us, Brother?

PRINCE EDWARD
I hope he wo'n't: We never injur'd him.

QUEEN
I cannot bear to see 'em thus. — [Weeping.

Enter to them, Lord Stanley.

STANLEY
Madam, I hope your Majesty will pardon
What I am griev'd to tell, Unwelcome News.

QUEEN
Ah me! more sorrow yet! My Lord; we've long
Despair'd of happy Tydings, pray what is't?

STANLEY
On Tuesday last, your noble Kinsmen Rivers,
Grey, and Sir Thomas Vaughan at Pomfret,
Were Executed on a publick Scaffold.

DUTCHESS OF YORK
O dismal Tydings.

PRINCE EDWARD
O poor Uncles! I doubt my turn is next.

ANN
Nor mine, I fear, far off.

QUEEN
Why, then let's welcome Blood and Massacre,
Yield all our Throats to fierce Tygers rage,
And die lamenting one another's wrongs.
O! I foresaw this ruin of our House. [Weeps.


Enter Catesby to Lady Ann.
CATESBY
Madam, the King
Has sent me to inform your Majesty
That you prepare (as is advis'd from Counsel)
To morrow for your Royal Coronation.

QUEEN
What do I hear? Support me, Heaven!

ANN
Despightful Tydings! O unpleasing News!
Alas, I heard of this before, but cou'd not
For my soul take heart to tell you of it.

CATESBY
The King does further wish your Majesty
Wou'd less employ your visits at the Tower.
He gives me leave t'attend you to the Court,
And is impatient, Madam, till he sees you.

ANN
Farewel to all, and thou, poor injur'd Queen:
Forgive the unfriendly duty I must pay.

QUEEN
Alas, kind Soul, I envy not thy Glory,
Nor think I'm pleas'd thou'rt partner in our sorrow.

CATESBY
Madam. —

ANN
I come —

QUEEN
Farewell, thou woeful welcomer of Glory.

CATESBY
Shall I attend your Majesty?

ANN
Attend me! Whither, to be Crown'd?
Let me with deadly Venome be Anointed,
And die e'er Men can say, Long live the Queen.

QUEEN
Poor grieving heart, I pity thy complaining.

ANN
No more than with my Soul I mourn for yours:
A long farewel to all. — (Exit Lady A. and Cat.


STANLEY
Take comfort, Madam.

QUEEN
Alas, where is it to be found?
Death and Destruction follow us so close,
They shortly must o'retake us.

STANLEY
In Brittany
My Son-in-Law the Earl of Richmond still
Resides, who with a jealous Eye observes
The lawless actions of aspiring Richard:
To him, (wou'd I advise you) Madam, fly
Forthwith for Aid, Protection, and Redress.
He will I'm sure with open arms receive you.

DUTCHESS OF YORK
Delay not Madam,
For 'tis the only hope that Heaven has left us.

QUEEN
Do with me what you please: For any Change
Must surely better our Condition.

STANLEY
I farther wou'd advise you, Madam, this
Instant to remove the Princes to some
Remote Abode, where you your self are Mistress.

PRINCE EDWARD
Dear Madam take me hence: For I shall ne'er
Enjoy a moments quiet here.

DUKE OF YORK
Nor I: Pray Mother let me go too?

QUEEN
Come then, my pretty young ones, lets away:
For here you lie within the Falcon's reach,
Who watches but th' unguarded hour to seize you.

Enter Lieutenant with an Order.
LIEUTENANT
I beg your Majesty will pardon me:
But the young Princes must, on no account,
Have egress from the Tower,
Nor must, without the King's especial License,
Of what degree soever, any Person
Have admittance to 'em. — All must retire.

QUEEN
'I am their Mother, Sir, who else commands 'em?
'If I pass freely, they shall follow me.
'For you — I'll take the peril of your fault upon my self.

LIEUTENANT
My Inclination, Madam, wou'd oblige you,
'But I am bound by Oath, and must obey.
Nor, Madam, can I now with safety answer
For this continued Visit.
Please you my Lord to read these Orders. (Gives'em Ld Stanley.


QUEEN
O Heavenly powers! Shall I not stay with 'em?

LIEUTENANT
Such are the Kings Commands, Madam.

QUEEN
My Lord!

STANLEY
'Tis too true, and it were vain t'oppose 'em.

QUEEN
Support me Heaven!
For life can never bear the pangs of such a parting.
O my poor Children! O distracting thought!
I dare not bid 'em (as I shou'd) farewel,
And then to part in silence stabs my Soul.

PRINCE EDWARD
What, must you leave us, Mother?

QUEEN
What shall I say? (Aside.

But for a time, my Loves — we shall meet again,
At least in Heaven. [To her sons.


DUKE OF YORK
Won't you take me with you, Mother?
I shall be so 'fraid to stay when you are gone.

QUEEN
I cannot speak to 'em, and yet we must
Be parted — Then let these kisses say farewel. [kissing 'em.

Why! O why just Heaven, must these be our last?

DUTCHESS OF YORK
Give not your grief such way: be sudden when you part.

QUEEN
I will — since it must be, to Heaven I leave 'em.
Hear me, you Guardian powers of Innocence!
Awake or sleeping: O! protect 'em still,
Still may their helpless youth attract mens pity;
That when the arm of Cruelty is rais'd,
Their looks may drop the lifted Dagger down
From the stern murderers relenting hand,
And throw him on his knees in penitence.

BOTH PRINCES
O Mother! Mother!

QUEEN
O my poor Children! (Ex. parted severally.

The Scene changes to the Presence, discovering Richard seated with Buckingham, Catesby, Ratcliff, Lovel, other Lords and Attendants

RICHARD
Stand all apart: Cousin of Buckingham.

BUCKINGHAM
My gracious Sovereign.

RICHARD
Give me thy hand:
At length by thy advice and thy assistance
Is Richard seated on the English Throne.
But say, my cousin, what,
Shall we wear these Glories for a day?
Or shall they last, and we rejoyce in 'em?

BUCKINGHAM
I hope for Ages, Sir, Long may they Grace you.

RICHARD
O Buckingham! now do I play the touch-stone,
'To try if thou be current Friend indeed.
'Young Edward lives: So does his Brother York.
'Now think what I wou'd speak!

BUCKINGHAM
'Say on, my gracious Lord.

RICHARD
I tell thee, Cuz, I've lately had two Spiders
Crawling upon my startled hopes: Now tho'
Thy friendly hand has brush'd'em from me,
Yet still they Crawl offensive to my Eyes,
I wou'd have some Friend to tread upon 'em.
I wou'd be King, my Cousin —

BUCKINGHAM
Why so I think you are, my Royal Lord.

RICHARD
Ha, am I King? 'Tis so -But -Edward lives!

BUCKINGHAM
Most true, my Lord.

RICHARD
Cousin, thou wert not wont to be so dull —
Shall I be plain? I wish the Bastards dead.
And I wou'd have it suddenly perform'd -
'Now cousin, canst thou answer me?

BUCKINGHAM
None dare dispute your Highness Pleasure.

RICHARD
'Indeed, methinks thy kindness freezes Cousin;
'Thou dost refuse me then! -They shall not die?

BUCKINGHAM
'My Lord, since 'tis an action cannot be
'Recall'd, allow me but some pause to think,
'I'll instantly resolve your Highness. (Ex. Buc.


CATESBY
The King seems angry; see he gnaws his lip.

RICHARD
I'll henceforth deal with shorter sighted Fools,
None are for me that look into my Deeds,
'With thinking Eyes —
High reaching Buckingham grows Circumspect.
The best on't is it may be done without him,
Tho' not so well perhaps -had he consented,
Why, then the murther had been his, not mine. —
— We'll make a shift as 'tis — Come hither, Catesby.
Where's that same Tirrel whom thou toldst me of?
Hast thou given him those sums of Gold I order'd?

CATESBY
I have, my Liege.

RICHARD
Where is he?

CATESBY
He waits your Highness pleasure.

RICHARD
Give him this Ring, and say my self
Will bring him farther Orders instantly. (Ex. Cat.

'The deep revolving Duke of Buckingham
No more shall be the Neighbour of my Counsels:
Has he so long held out with me untir'd,
And stops he now for breath? Well, be it so.—
Enter Lord Stanley.
How now, Lord Stanley? What's the News?

STANLEY
I hear, my Liege, the Lord Marquess of Dorset
Is fled to Richmond, now in Brittany.

RICHARD
Why let him go, my Lord, he may be spar'd.
Hark thee, Ratcliff, when saw'st thou Ann, my Queen?
Is she still weak? Has my Physician seen her?

RATCLIFF
He has, my Lord, and fears her mightily.

RICHARD
But he's excelling skillful, she'll mend shortly.

RATCLIFF
I hope she will, my Lord.

RICHARD
And, if she does, I have mistook my man. (aside.

I must be married to my Brother's Daughter,
At whom I know the Brittain Richmond aims;
And by that knot looks proudly on the Crown.
But then to stain me with her Brother's Blood:
Is that the way to wooe the Sisters Love?
'-No matter what's the way -For while they live
'My goodly Kingdom's on a weak Foundation.
'Tis done: My daring heart's resolv'd -they're dead.

Re-enter Duke of Buckingham.
BUCKINGHAM
My Lord, I have consider'd in my mind,
The late Request that you did sound me in.

RICHARD
Well, let that rest: Dorset is fled to Richmond.

BUCKINGHAM
I have heard the News, my Lord.

RICHARD
Stanley, he's your near Kinsman -Well, look to him.

BUCKINGHAM
My Lord, I claim that gift, my due by promise,
'For which your Honour and your Faith's engag'd;
'The Earldom of Hereford, and those Moveables,
'Which you have promis'd I shall possess.

RICHARD
Stanley, look to your Wife; if she convey
Letters to Richmond, you shall answer it.

BUCKINGHAM
'What says your Highness to my Just request?

RICHARD
I do remember me, Henry the Sixth
Did Prophecy that Richmond should be King,
When Richmond was a peevish Boy!
''Tis odd — A King perhaps.

Enter Catesby.
CATESBY
My Lord, I have obey'd your Highness Orders.

BUCKINGHAM
May it please you to resolve me in my Suit?

RICHARD
Lead Tirrel to my Closet, I'll meet him.

BUCKINGHAM
I beg your Highness ear my Lord —

RICHARD
I'm busie: Thou troubl'st me — I'm not i'th'vein. [Ex. Rich.


BUCKINGHAM
O patience, Heaven! Is't thus he pays my service?
Was it for this I rais'd him to the Throne?
Since he forgets the Hand that lifted him,
That seated still supports him; then 'tis time
To loose my hold, and let him fall as low,
As this contemn'd, this out-cast Buckingham.
O! if the peaceful dead have any sence
Of those vile injuries they bore, while living:
Then sure the joyful Souls of Blood-suck'd Edward,
Henry, Clarence, Hastings, and All that through
His foul corrupted dealings have miscarried,
Will from the Walls of Heav'n in smiles look down
to see this Tyrant tumbling from his Throne,
His Fall unmourn'd, and Bloody as their own. (Exit.

Scene the Tower:

Enter Tirrel, Dighton, and Forest.
TIRREL
Come, Gentlemen:
Have you concluded on the means?

FOREST
Smothering will make no noise, Sir.

TIRREL
Let it be done i'th'dark: For shou'd you see
Their young faces, who knows how far their looks
Of innocence may tempt you into pity.

FOREST
'Tis ease and living well makes Innocence:
I hate a face less guilty tham my own:
Were all that now seem Honest deep as we
In trouble and in want they'd all be Rogues.

TIRREL
Stand back — Lieutenant, have you brought the Keys?

Enter Lieutenant
LIEUTENANT
I have 'em, Sir.

TIRREL
Then here's your warrant to deliver 'em. (gives a Ring.


LIEUTENANT
Your Servant, Sir. —
What can this mean? Why, at this dead of night
To give 'em too? — 'Tis not for me t'enquire.
(Ex. Lieu.

TIRREL
There, Gentlemen: (Giving them the Keys.

That way! You have no farther need of me. [Ex. severally.

[Act IV scene IV]

[Act IV Scene IV]

Enter Tirrel. Solus
TIRREL
''Tis done: The barbarous bloody act is done.
'O the most Arch-deed of pitious Massacre
'That ever yet this Land was guilty of.
Ha! the King: His coming hither at this
Late hour, speaks him impatient for the welcome News.

Enter Richard.
RICHARD
Now my Tirrel, how are the Brats dispos'd?
Say; am I happy? Hast thou dealt upon 'em?

TIRREL
'If to have done the thing you gave in charge
'Beget your happiness, then, Sir, be happy;
For it is done.

RICHARD
But didst thou see 'em dead?

TIRREL
I did, my Lord.

RICHARD
And buried, my good Tirrel?

TIRREL
In that I thought to ask your Grace's Pleasure.

RICHARD
I have't — I'll have 'em sure — Get me a Coffin
Full of holes, let 'em be both cram'd into't;
And, hark thee, in the night-tide throw 'em down
The Thames; once in, they'll find the way to th'bottom,
Mean time but think how I may do thee good,
And be Inheritor of thy desire.

TIRREL
I humbly thank your Highness.

RICHARD
About it strait, good Tirrel.

TIRREL
Conclude it done, my Lord. (Exit Tir.


RICHARD
Why then my lowdest fears are husht.
'The Sons of Edward have Eternal Rest,
'And Ann, my Wife, has bid this World good night,
While fair Elizabeth my beauteous Neice
Like a New Morn lights onward to my wishes.

Enter Catesby.
CATESBY
My Lord!

RICHARD
Good News, or bad, that thou comest in so bluntly?

CATESBY
Bad News, my Lord, Morton is fled to Richmond,
And Buckingham, back'd with the hardy Welshmen,
Is in the Field, and still his Power increases.

RICHARD
Morton with Richmond, touches me more near
Than Buckingham and his rash levied numbers.
'But come, dangers retreat when boldly they're oppos'd,
'And dull delays lead impotence and fear.
'Then fiery Expedition raise my Arm,
And fatal may it fall on crush'd Rebellion.
Let's muster Men, my Councel is my Shield,
We must be brief when Traytors brave the Field. [Exit.


Enter the Queen and Dutchess of York
QUEEN
O my poor Childen! O my tender Babes!
My unblown flowers pluck'd by untimely hands:
'If yet your gentle Souls fly in the Air,
'And be not fix'd in doom perpetual;
'Hover about me with your Airy wings,
'And hear your Mothers Lamentation:
Why slept their Guardian Angels, when this deed was done?

DUTCHESS
'So many miseries have drain'd my Eyes,
'That my woe-wearied Tongue is still and mute.
'Why should Calamity be full of Words?

QUEEN
Let's give 'em scope, for tho' they can't remove,
'Yet they do ease Affliction.

DUTCHESS
Why then let us be loud in Exclamations
To Richard! Haste, and pierce him with our cries!
That from henceforth his Conscience may out-Tongue
The close whispers of his relentless heart.
Hark! His Trumpet sounds! This way he must pass.

QUEEN
Alas, I've not the Daring to confront him.

DUTCHESS
I have a Mothers right, I'll force him hear me.
Enter Richard with his Powers,
the Dutchess meets and stops him, & c.

RICHARD
Who intercepts me in my Expedition?

DUTCHESS
Dost thou not know me? Art thou not my Son?

RICHARD
I cry you mercy, Madam, is it you?

DUTCHESS
'Art thou not my Son?

RICHARD
I, I thank Heaven, my Father and your Self.

DUTCHESS
'Then I command thee, hear me.

RICHARD
Madam, I have a touch of your condition,
That cannot brook the accent of Reproof.

DUTCHESS
Stay, I'll be mild and gentle in my Words.

RICHARD
And brief, good Mother, for I am in haste.

DUTCHESS
Why, I have staid for thee (just Heaven knows)
In Torment and Agony.

RICHARD
And came I not at last to comfort you?

DUTCHESS
No, on my Soul, too well thou know'st it.
A grievous burthen was thy Birth to me;
Tetchy and way-ward was thy Infancy,
Thy prime of Manhood daring, bold and stubborn:
Thy Age confirm'd most subtle, proud and bloody.

RICHARD
If I am so disgracious in your eye,
Let me march on, and not offend you, Madam.
Strike up the Drum.

DUTCHESS
Yet stay, I charge thee hear me.

QUEEN
If not, hear me; for I have wrongs will speak
Without a Tongue: methinks the very sight
Of me shou'd turn thee into stone.
'Where are my Children, Richard?

DUTCHESS
'Where is they Brother Clarence?

QUEEN
Where Hastings?

DUTCHESS
'Rivers?

QUEEN
'Vaughan?

DUTCHESS
'Grey?

RICHARD A Flourish, Trumpets: Strike Allarum, Drums.
Let not the Heavens hear these Tell-tale Women
Rail on the Heavens Anointed. Strike, I say.
[Allarum of Drums and Trumpets.
Either be patient and intreat me fair,
Or with the Clamorous report of War
Thus will I drown your Exclamations.

DUTCHESS
Then hear me Heaven, and Heaven at his latest hour
Be Deaf to Him as he is now to me:
'E'er from this War he turn a Conqueror,
Ye Pow'rs, cut off his dangerous thread of Life,
Least his black sins rise higher in Account,
Than Hell has pains to punish —
Mischance and sorrow wait thee to the Field:
Hearts Discontent, languid and lean Despair
With all the Hells of Guilt pursue thy steps for ever. [Ex. Duc.


QUEEN
Tho'far more cause, yet much less power to curse
Abides in me: I say Amen to her.

RICHARD
Stay, Madam, I wou'd beg some words with you?

QUEEN
'What canst thou ask, that I have now to grant?
'Is't another Son? Richard I have none.

RICHARD
You have a Beauteous Daughter call'd Elizabeth.

QUEEN
'Must she die too?

RICHARD
For whose fair sake I'll bring more Good to you,
Than ever You or Yours from me had Harm;
So in the Lethe of thy angry Soul
Thou'lt drown the sad remembrance of those wrongs
'Which thou supposest me the cruel cause of.

QUEEN
Be brief, least that the process of they Kindness
Last longer telling than thy kindness Date.

RICHARD
'Know then, that from my Soul I love the fair
'Elizabeth, and will, with your permission,
'Seat her on the Throne of England.

QUEEN
'Alas, vain man, how canst thou wooe her?

RICHARD
That would I learn of you,
As one being best acquainted with her humour.

QUEEN
If thou wilt learn of me, then wooe her thus,
Send to her, by the man that kill'd her Brothers,
'A pair of bleeding Hearts; thereon Engrave
'Edward and York: Then haply will she weep.
'On this present her with an Hankerchief
'Stain'd in their Blood, to wipe her woeful Eyes.
If this Inducement move her not to Love,
Read o'er the History of they Noble Deeds;
'Tell her, thy Policy took off her Uncle
Clarence, Rivers, Grey; nay, and for her sake,
Made quick conveyance with her dear Aunt Ann.

RICHARD
You mock me, Madam; this is not the way
To win your Daughter.

QUEEN
There is no other way,
Unless thou coulds't put on some other form,
And not be Richard that has doen all this.

RICHARD
As I intend to prosper and Repent,
So thrive I in my dangerous Affairs
Of Hostile Arms: My self, my self confound,
Heaven and Fortune bar me happy hours:
Day yield me not they light, nor Night thy Rest;
Be opposite all Planets of good luck,
To my Proceeding, if with dear Hearts Love,
Immaculate Devotion, Holy Thoughts,
I tender not the fair Elizabeth,
In her consists my happiness and thine:
Without her follows to myself and thee,
Her self, the Land, and many a Christian Soul,
Death, Desolation, Ruin and Decay.
'It cannot, will not be avoided, but by this.

QUEEN
What shall I say? still to afront his love, Aside.

I fear will but incense him to Revenge. Aside.

And to consent I shou'd abhor my self, Aside.

Yet I may seemingly comply, and thus Aside. Aside.

By sending Richmond Word of his Intent, Aside.

Shall gain some time to let my Child escape him. Aside.

It shall be so, Aside.

I have consider'd, Sir, of your important wishes,
And cou'd I but believe you real —

RICHARD
Now by the sacred Hosts of Saints above —

QUEEN
O do not swear, my Lord, I ask no Oath;
Unless my Daughter doubts you more than I.

RICHARD
O my kind Mother (I must call you so)
Be thou to her my loves soft Orator;
Plead what I Will be, not what I Have been;
Not my deserts, but what I Will deserve:
'And when this Warlike arm shall have chastis'd
'The'audacious Rebel hot-brain'd Buckingham:
Bound with Triumphant Garlands will I come,
And lead thy Daughter to a Conqueror's Bed.

QUEEN
My Lord, farewel: in some few days expect
To hear how fair a progress I have made.
Till when be Happy, as you're Penitent.

RICHARD
My heart goes with you to my Love, farewel. [Exit Queen.

'Relenting, Shallow-thoughted Woman.
How now! the News?

Enter Ratcliff.
RATCLIFF
Most gracious Sovereign, on the Western Coasts
Rides a most powerful Navy and our fears
Inform us Richmond is their Admiral,
There do they Hull Expecting but the aid,
Of Buckingham to welcome them a shore.

RICHARD
'We must prevent him then. Come hither Catesby.

CATESBY
'My Lord, your pleasure?

RICHARD
Post to the Duke of Norfolk instantly;
Bid him strait levy all the strength and power
That he can make, and meet me suddenly
At Salisbury: Commend me to his Grace: away! (Exit Cat.

Well, my Lord, What News have you gather'd?

Enter Lord Stanley.
STANLEY
Richmond is on the seas, my Lord.

RICHARD
There let him sink, and be the Seas on Him:
White Liver'd Runnagade, what does he there?

STANLEY
I know not, mighty Sovereign, but by guess.

RICHARD
Well, as you guess?

STANLEY
Stir'd up by Dorset, Buckingham, and Morton,
He makes for England here to claim the Crown.

RICHARD
Traytor, the Crown: Where is thy power then
To beat him back?
Where be thy Tenants, and thy Followers?
'The Foe upon our Coast, and thou no Friends to meet 'em?
Or hast thou marched 'em to the Western shore,
To give the Rebels Conduct from their Ships?

STANLEY
My Lord, my Friends are ready all, i'th'North.

RICHARD
The North! Why, what do they do in the North,
When they shou'd serve their Sovereign in the West?

STANLEY
They yet have had no Orders, Sir, to move:
If 'tis your Royal Pleasure they should march,
'I'll lead 'em on with utmost haste to joyn you,
'Where, and what Time your Majesty shall please.

RICHARD
What, thou wou'dst be gone, to joyn with Richmond?

STANLEY
'Sir, you've no Cause to doubt my Loyalty;
'I ne'er yet was, nor ever will be false.

RICHARD
Away then, to thy Friends, and lead 'em on
'To meet me — Hold! Come back! I will not trust thee,
I've thought a way to make thee sure: Your Son
George Stanley, Sir, I'll have him left behind;
And look your Heat be Firm,
Or else his heads Assurance is but Frail.

STANLEY
As I prove true, my Lord, so deal with him.

(Exit Stan.
Enter a Messenger.
MESSENGER
My Lord, the Army of Great Buckingham
By sudden Floods, and fall of Waters,
Is half lost and scatter'd,
And he himself wander'd away alone;
No man knows whither.

RICHARD
'Has any careful Officer proclaim'd
Reward to him that brings the Traytor in?

Enter Catesby
CATESBY
My Liege, the Duke of Buckingham is taken.

RICHARD
Off with his head. So much for Buckingham.

CATESBY
My Lord, I'm sorry I must tell more News.

RICHARD
Out with it.

CATESBY
The Earl of Richmond with a mighty power
Is Landed, Sir, at Milford:
And, to confirm the News, Lord Marquess Dorset,
And Sir Thomas Lovewel are up in Yorkshire.

RICHARD
Why ay, this looks Rebellion. Ho! my Horse!
By Heaven the News allarms my stirring Soul.
'And as the Wretch, whose fever-weakned joynts,
'Like strengthless hinges buckle under Life:
'Impatient of his fit, breaks like a fire
'From his fond Keeper's Arms, and starts away:
'Even so these War-worn Limbs grown weak
'From Wars disuse, being now inrag'd with War,
'Feel a new Fury, and are thrice themselves.
Come forth my Honest Sword, which here I vow,
By my Souls hope, shall ne'er again be sheath'd,
Ne'er shall these watching Eyes have needful rest,
Till Death has clos'd 'em in a glorious Grave,
Or Fortune given me Measure of Revenge. [Exeunt.


The End of the Fourth ACT.