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QUEEN ELIZABETH:
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I go. Write to me very shortly.
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And you shall understand from me her mind.
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KING RICHARD III:
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Bear her my true love's kiss; and so, farewell.
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Relenting fool, and shallow, changing woman!
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How now! what news?
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RATCLIFF:
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My gracious sovereign, on the western coast
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Rideth a puissant navy; to the shore
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Throng many doubtful hollow-hearted friends,
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Unarm'd, and unresolved to beat them back:
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'Tis thought that Richmond is their admiral;
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And there they hull, expecting but the aid
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Of Buckingham to welcome them ashore.
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KING RICHARD III:
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Some light-foot friend post to the Duke of Norfolk:
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Ratcliff, thyself, or Catesby; where is he?
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CATESBY:
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Here, my lord.
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KING RICHARD III:
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Fly to the duke:
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Post thou to Salisbury
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When thou comest thither--
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Dull, unmindful villain,
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Why stand'st thou still, and go'st not to the duke?
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CATESBY:
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First, mighty sovereign, let me know your mind,
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What from your grace I shall deliver to him.
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KING RICHARD III:
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O, true, good Catesby: bid him levy straight
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The greatest strength and power he can make,
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And meet me presently at Salisbury.
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CATESBY:
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I go.
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RATCLIFF:
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What is't your highness' pleasure I shall do at
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Salisbury?
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KING RICHARD III:
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Why, what wouldst thou do there before I go?
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RATCLIFF:
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Your highness told me I should post before.
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KING RICHARD III:
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My mind is changed, sir, my mind is changed.
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How now, what news with you?
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STANLEY:
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None good, my lord, to please you with the hearing;
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Nor none so bad, but it may well be told.
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KING RICHARD III:
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Hoyday, a riddle! neither good nor bad!
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Why dost thou run so many mile about,
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When thou mayst tell thy tale a nearer way?
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Once more, what news?
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STANLEY:
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Richmond is on the seas.
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KING RICHARD III:
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There let him sink, and be the seas on him!
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White-liver'd runagate, what doth he there?
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STANLEY:
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I know not, mighty sovereign, but by guess.
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KING RICHARD III:
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Well, sir, as you guess, as you guess?
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STANLEY:
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Stirr'd up by Dorset, Buckingham, and Ely,
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He makes for England, there to claim the crown.
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KING RICHARD III:
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Is the chair empty? is the sword unsway'd?
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Is the king dead? the empire unpossess'd?
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What heir of York is there alive but we?
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And who is England's king but great York's heir?
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Then, tell me, what doth he upon the sea?
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STANLEY:
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Unless for that, my liege, I cannot guess.
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KING RICHARD III:
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Unless for that he comes to be your liege,
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You cannot guess wherefore the Welshman comes.
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Thou wilt revolt, and fly to him, I fear.
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