Part 48
_K. Rich._ Up with my tent there! here will I lie to night: [fec007] But where to-morrow? Well, all’s one for that. [fec008] Who hath descried the number of the foe? [fec009]
_Nor._ Six or seven thousand is their utmost power. [fec010]
_K. Rich._ Why, our battalion trebles that account: [fec011] Besides, the king’s name is a tower of strength, [fec012] Which they upon the adverse party want. [fec013] Up with my tent there! Valiant gentlemen, [fec014] Let us survey the vantage of the field; [fec015] Call for some men of sound direction: Let’s want no discipline, make no delay; [fec017] For, lords, to-morrow is a busy day. [_Exeunt._ [fec018]
_Enter, on the other side of the field_, RICHMOND, SIR WILLIAM BRANDON, OXFORD, _and others. 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 [fec020] Gives signal of a goodly day to-morrow. [fec021] Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my standard. [fec022] Give me some ink and paper in my tent: [fec023] I’ll draw the form and model of our battle, Limit each leader to his several charge, ·fec025· And part in just proportion our small strength. [fec026] My Lord of Oxford, you, Sir William Brandon, [fec027] And you, Sir Walter Herbert, stay with me. The Earl of Pembroke keeps his regiment: [fec029] Good Captain Blunt, bear my good-night to him, ·fec030· And by the second hour in the morning Desire the earl to see me in my tent: Yet one thing more, good Blunt, before thou go’st, [fec033] Where is Lord Stanley quarter’d, dost thou know? [fec034]
_Blunt._ Unless I have mista’en his colours much, [fec035] Which well I am assured I have not done, His regiment lies half a mile at least [fec037] South from the mighty power of the king.
_Richm._ If without peril it be possible, Good Captain Blunt, bear my good-night to him, [fec040] And give him from me this most needful scroll. [fec041]
_Blunt._ Upon my life, my lord, I’ll undertake it; [fec042] And so, God give you quiet rest to-night! [fec043]
_Richm._ Good night, good Captain Blunt. Come, gentlemen, [fec044] Let us consult upon to-morrow’s business: ·fec045· In to our tent! the air is raw and cold. [fec046] [_They withdraw into the tent._
_Enter, to his tent,_ KING RICHARD, NORFOLK, RATCLIFF, CATESBY, _and others_.
_K. Rich._ What is’t o’clock?
_Cate._ It’s supper-time, my lord; [fec047] It’s nine o’clock.
_K. Rich._ I will not sup to-night. [fec048] Give me some ink and paper. [fec049] What, is my beaver easier than it was? ·fec050· And all my armour laid into my tent?
_Cate._ It is, my liege; and all things are in readiness.
_K. Rich._ Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge; [fec053] Use careful watch, choose trusty sentinels. [fec054]
_Nor._ I go, my lord. ·fec055·
_K. Rich._ Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle Norfolk.
_Nor._ I warrant you, my lord. [_Exit._ [fec057]
_K. Rich._ Catesby! [fec058]
_Cate._ My lord?
_K. Rich._ Send out a pursuivant at arms To Stanley’s regiment; bid him bring his power ·fec060· Before sunrising, lest his son George fall Into the blind cave of eternal night. [_Exit Catesby._ [fec062] Fill me a bowl of wine. Give me a watch. [fec063] Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow. Look that my staves be sound, and not too heavy. [fec065] Ratcliff!
_Rat._ My lord?
_K. Rich._ Saw’st thou the melancholy Lord Northumberland? [fec068]
_Rat._ Thomas the Earl of Surrey, and himself, Much about cock-shut time, from troop to troop [fec070] Went through the army, cheering up the soldiers.
_K. Rich._ So, I am satisfied. Give me a bowl of wine: [fec072] I have not that alacrity of spirit, Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have. [fec074] Set it down. Is ink and paper ready?
_Rat._ It is, my lord. ·fec075·
_K. Rich._ Bid my guard watch. Leave me. Ratcliff, [fec076] About the mid of night come to my tent [fec077] And help to arm me. Leave me, I say. [fec078] [_Exeunt Ratcliff and the other attendants._
_Enter_ DERBY _to_ RICHMOND _in his tent, Lords and others attending_.
_Der._ Fortune and victory sit on thy helm! [fec079]
_Richm._ All comfort that the dark night can afford ·fec080· Be to thy person, noble father-in-law! Tell me, how fares our loving mother? [fec082]
_Der._ I, by attorney, bless thee from thy mother, Who prays continually for Richmond’s good: So much for that. The silent hours steal on, [fec085] And flaky darkness breaks within the east. [fec086] 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. [fec090] 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, [fec095] Be executed in his father’s sight. Farewell: the leisure and the fearful time [fec097] Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love And ample interchange of sweet discourse Which so long sunder’d friends should dwell upon: [fec100] God give us leisure for these rites of love! [fec101] Once more, adieu: be valiant, and speed well!
_Richm._ Good lords, conduct him to his regiment: I’ll strive, with troubled thoughts, to take a nap, [fec104] Lest leaden slumber peise me down to-morrow, [fec105] When I should mount with wings of victory: Once more, good night, kind lords and gentlemen. [fec107] [_Exeunt all but Richmond._ O Thou, whose captain I account myself, Look on my forces with a gracious eye; [fec109] Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath, ·fec110· That they may crush down with a heavy fall [fec111] The usurping helmets of our adversaries! [fec112] Make us thy ministers of chastisement, That we may praise thee in the victory! [fec114] To thee I do commend my watchful soul, ·fec115· Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes: Sleeping and waking, O, defend me still! [_Sleeps._ [fec117]
_Enter the Ghost of_ PRINCE EDWARD, _son to_ HENRY the Sixth.
_Ghost._ [_To Richard_] Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow! [fec118] Think, how thou stab’dst me in my prime of youth [fec119] At Tewksbury: despair, therefore, and die! [fec120] [_To Richmond_] Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wronged souls [fec121] Of butcher’d princes fight in thy behalf: [fec122] King Henry’s issue, Richmond, comforts thee.
_Enter the Ghost of_ HENRY the Sixth.
_Ghost._ [_To Richard_] When I was mortal, my anointed body By thee was punched full of deadly holes: [fec125] Think on the Tower and me: despair, and die! Harry the Sixth bids thee despair and die! [fec127] [_To Richmond_] Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror! Harry, that prophesied thou shouldst be king, Doth comfort thee in thy sleep: live, and flourish! [fec130]
_Enter the Ghost of_ CLARENCE.
_Ghost._ [_To Richard_] Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow! [fec131] I, that was wash’d to death with fulsome wine, [fec132] Poor Clarence, by thy guile betrayed to death. To-morrow in the battle think on me, And fall thy edgeless sword: despair, and die! ·fec135· [_To Richmond_] Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster, The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee: Good angels guard thy battle! live, and flourish!
_Enter the Ghosts of_ RIVERS, GREY, _and_ VAUGHAN.
_Ghost of R._ [_To Richard_] Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow, [fec139] Rivers, that died at Pomfret! despair, and die! ·fec140·
_Ghost of G._ [_To Richard_] Think upon Grey, and let thy soul despair!
_Ghost of V._ [_To Richard_] Think upon Vaughan, and, with guilty fear, Let fall thy lance: despair, and die! [fec143]
_All._ [_To Richmond_] Awake, and think our wrongs in Richard’s bosom [fec144] Will conquer him! awake, and win the day! [fec145]
_Enter the Ghost of_ HASTINGS.
_Ghost._ [_To Richard_] Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake, [fec146] And in a bloody battle end thy days! Think on Lord Hastings: despair, and die! [fec148] [_To Richmond_] Quiet untroubled soul, awake, awake! [fec149] Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England’s sake! ·fec150·
_Enter the Ghosts of the two young_ Princes.
_Ghosts._ [_To Richard_] Dream on thy cousins smother’d in the Tower: [fec151] Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard, [fec152] And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death! [fec153] Thy nephews’ souls bid thee despair and die! [fec154] [_To Richmond_] Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake in joy; [fec155] 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. [fec158]
_Enter the Ghost of_ LADY ANNE.
_Ghost._ [_To Richard_] Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy wife, [fec159] That never slept a quiet hour with thee, ·fec160· Now fills thy sleep with perturbations: [fec161] To-morrow in the battle think on me, [fec162] And fall thy edgeless sword: despair, and die! [fec163] [_To Richmond_] Thou quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep: [fec164] Dream of success and happy victory! ·fec165· Thy adversary’s wife doth pray for thee. [fec166]
_Enter the Ghost of_ BUCKINGHAM.
_Ghost._ [_To Richard_] The first was I that help’d thee to the crown; [fec167] The last was I that felt thy tyranny: [fec168] O, in the battle think on Buckingham, And die in terror of thy guiltiness! ·fec170· Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death: Fainting, despair; despairing, yield thy breath! [_To Richmond_] I died for hope ere I could lend thee aid: [fec173] But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay’d: God and good angels fight on Richmond’s side; ·fec175· And Richard falls in height of all his pride. [fec176] [_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! [fec179] The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight. [fec180] Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. [fec181] What do I fear? myself? there’s none else by: [fec182] Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. [fec183] Is there a murderer here? No. Yes, I am: Then fly. What, from myself? Great reason why: [fec185] Lest I revenge. What, myself upon myself? [fec186] Alack, I love myself. Wherefore? for any good [fec187] That I myself have done unto myself? [fec188] O, no! alas, I rather hate myself For hateful deeds committed by myself! ·fec190· I am a villain: yet I lie, I am not. [fec191] Fool, of thyself speak well: fool, do not flatter. [fec192] My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. ·fec195· Perjury, perjury, in the high’st degree; [fec196] Murder, stern murder, in the direst degree; All several sins, all used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all ‘Guilty! guilty!’ [fec199] I shall despair. There is no creature loves me; [fec200] And if I die, no soul shall pity me: Nay, wherefore should they, since that I myself [fec202] Find in myself no pity to myself? Methought the souls of all that I had murder’d [fec204] Came to my tent, and every one did threat [fec205] To-morrow’s vengeance on the head of Richard.
_Enter_ RATCLIFF.
_Rat._ My lord!
_K. Rich._ ’Zounds! who is there? [fec208]
_Rat._ Ratcliff, my lord; ’tis I. The early village-cock [fec209] Hath twice done salutation to the morn; [fec210] Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour.
_K. Rich._ O Ratcliff, I have dream’d a fearful dream! [fec212] What thinkest thou, will our friends prove all true? [fec213]
_Rat._ No doubt, my lord.
_K. Rich._ O Ratcliff, I fear, I fear,-- [fec214]
_Rat._ Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of shadows. ·fec215·
_K. Rich._ By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond. [fec219] It is not yet near day. Come, go with me; [fec220] Under our tents I’ll play the eaves-dropper, [fec221] To see if any mean to shrink from me. [_Exeunt._ [fec222]
_Enter the_ Lords _to_ RICHMOND, _sitting in his tent_.
_Lords._ Good morrow, Richmond! [fec223]
_Richm._ Cry mercy, lords and watchful gentlemen, [fec224] That you have ta’en a tardy sluggard here. [fec225]
_Lords._ How have you slept, my lord?
_Richm._ The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding dreams [fec227] That ever enter’d in a drowsy head, Have I since your departure had, my lords. Methought their souls, whose bodies Richard murder’d, [fec230] Came to my tent, and cried on victory: [fec231] I promise you, my soul is very jocund [fec232] In the remembrance of so fair a dream. How far into the morning is it, lords? [fec234]
_Lords._ Upon the stroke of four. ·fec235·
_Richm._ Why, then ’tis time to arm and give direction. [fec236]
_His oration to his soldiers_.
More than I have said, loving countrymen, The leisure and enforcement of the time Forbids to dwell upon: yet remember this, [fec239] God and our good cause fight upon our side; ·fec240· The prayers of holy saints and wronged souls, Like high-rear’d bulwarks, stand before our faces. [fec242] Richard except, those whom we fight against [fec243] Had rather have us win than him they follow: For what is he they follow? truly, gentlemen, ·fec245· A bloody tyrant and a homicide; One raised in blood, and one in blood establish’d; One that made means to come by what he hath, [fec248] And slaughter’d those that were the means to help him; [fec249] A base foul stone, made precious by the foil [fec250] 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 in justice ward you as his soldiers; [fec254] If you do sweat to put a tyrant down, [fec255] 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; [fec258] If you do fight in safeguard of your wives, [fec259] Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors; ·fec260· If you do free your children from the sword, Your children’s children quit it in your age. [fec262] 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 ·fec265· Shall be this cold corpse on the earth’s cold face; But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt [fec267] The least of you shall share his part thereof. Sound drums and trumpets boldly and cheerfully; [fec269] God and Saint George! Richmond and victory! [_Exeunt._ [fec270]
_Re-enter_ KING RICHARD, RATCLIFF, _Attendants and Forces_.
_K. Rich._ What said Northumberland as touching Richmond? [fec271]
_Rat._ That he was never trained up in arms.
_K. Rich._ He said the truth: and what said Surrey, then?
_Rat._ He smiled and said ‘The better for our purpose.’
_K. Rich._ He was in the right; and so indeed it is. [fec275] [_The clock striketh._ Tell the clock there. Give me a calendar. [fec276] Who saw the sun to-day?
_Rat._ Not I, my lord.
_K. Rich._ Then he disdains to shine; for by the book He should have braved the east an hour ago: [fec279] A black day will it be to somebody. [fec280] Ratcliff! [fec281]
_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 ·fec285· More than to Richmond? for the selfsame heaven That frowns on me looks sadly upon him.
_Re-enter_ NORFOLK.
_Nor._ Arm, arm, my lord; the foe vaunts in the field. [fec288]
_K. Rich._ Come, bustle, bustle. Caparison my horse. Call up Lord Stanley, bid him bring his power: ·fec290· I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain, And thus my battle shall be ordered: My foreward shall be drawn out all in length, [fec293] Consisting equally of horse and foot; Our archers shall be placed in the midst: ·fec295· John Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Earl of Surrey, Shall have the leading of this foot and horse. [fec297] They thus directed, we will follow [fec298] In the main battle, whose puissance on either side [fec299] Shall be well winged with our chiefest horse. ·fec300· This, and Saint George to boot! What think’st thou, Norfolk? [fec301]
_Nor._ A good direction, warlike sovereign. This found I on my tent this morning. [fec303] [_He sheweth him a paper._
_K. Rich._ [_Reads_] ‘Jockey of Norfolk, be not too bold, [fec304] For Dickon thy master is bought and sold.’ ·fec305· A thing devised by the enemy. [fec306] Go, gentlemen, every man unto his charge: [fec307] Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls: [fec308] Conscience is but a word that cowards use, [fec309] Devised at first to keep the strong in awe: ·fec310· Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law. [fec311] March on, join bravely, let us to’t pell-mell; [fec312] If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell.
_His oration to his Army_.
What shall I say more than I have inferr’d? [fec314] Remember whom you are to cope withal; [fec315] A sort of vagabonds, rascals, and runaways, [fec316] A scum of Bretons, and base lackey peasants, [fec317] Whom their o’er-cloyed country vomits forth To desperate ventures and assured destruction. [fec319] You sleeping safe, they bring to you unrest; [fec320] You having lands and blest with beauteous wives, They would restrain the one, distain the other. [fec322] And who doth lead them but a paltry fellow, Long kept in Bretagne at our mother’s cost? [fec324] A milk-sop, one that never in his life [fec325] Felt so much cold as over shoes in snow? Let’s whip these stragglers o’er the seas again, Lash hence these overweening rags of France, These famish’d beggars, weary of their lives, Who, but for dreaming on this fond exploit, ·fec330· For want of means, poor rats, had hang’d themselves: If we be conquer’d, let men conquer us, [fec332] And not these bastard Bretons, whom our fathers [fec333] Have in their own land beaten, bobb’d, and thump’d, And in record left them the heirs of shame. [fec335] Shall these enjoy our lands? lie with our wives? [fec336] Ravish our daughters? [_Drum afar off._] Hark! I hear their drum. [fec337] Fight, gentlemen of England! fight, bold yeomen! [fec338] Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head! [fec339] Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood; ·fec340· Amaze the welkin with your broken staves! [fec341]
_Enter a_ Messenger.
What says Lord Stanley? will he bring his power?
_Mess._ My lord, he doth deny to come. [fec343]
_K. Rich._ Off with his son George’s head! [fec344]
_Nor._ My lord, the enemy is past the marsh: ·fec345· After the battle let George Stanley die.
_K. Rich._ A thousand hearts are great within my bosom: Advance our standards, set upon our foes; Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George, Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons! ·fec350· Upon them! Victory sits on our helms. [_Exeunt._ [fec351]
## SCENE IV. _Another part of the field_.
_Alarum: excursions. Enter_ NORFOLK _and forces fighting; to him_ CATESBY.
_Cate._ Rescue, my Lord of Norfolk, rescue, rescue! [fed001] The king enacts more wonders than a man, Daring an opposite to every danger: [fed003] His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights, Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death. ·fed005· Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost! [fed006]
_Alarums. Enter_ KING RICHARD.
_K. Rich._ A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!
_Cate._ Withdraw, my lord; I’ll help you to a horse.
_K. Rich._ Slave, I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die. [fed010] I think there be six Richmonds in the field; Five have I slain to-day instead of him. A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! [_Exeunt._ [fed013]
## SCENE V. _Another part of the field_.
_Alarum. Enter_ RICHARD _and_ RICHMOND; _they fight._ RICHARD _is slain. Retreat and flourish. Re-enter_ RICHMOND, DERBY _bearing the crown, with divers other Lords_.
_Richm._ God and your arms be praised, victorious friends! [fee001] The day is ours; the bloody dog is dead. [fee002]
_Der._ Courageous Richmond, well hast thou acquit thee. [fee003] Lo, here, this long usurped royalty [fee004] From the dead temples of this bloody wretch ·fee005· Have I pluck’d off, to grace thy brows withal: Wear it, enjoy it, and make much of it. [fee007]
_Richm._ Great God of heaven, say amen to all! But, tell me, is young George Stanley living? [fee009]
_Der._ He is, my lord, and safe in Leicester town; ·fee010· Whither, if it please you, we may now withdraw us. [fee011]
_Richm._ What men of name are slain on either side? [fee012]
_Der._ John Duke of Norfolk, Walter Lord Ferrers, [fee013] Sir Robert Brakenbury, and Sir William Brandon. [fee014]
_Richm._ Inter their bodies as becomes their births: [fee015] Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fled That in submission will return to us: And then, as we have ta’en the sacrament, We will unite the white rose and the red. Smile heaven upon this fair conjunction, [fee020] That long have frown’d upon their enmity! What traitor hears me, and says not amen? England hath long been mad, and scarr’d herself; The brother blindly shed the brother’s blood, The father rashly slaughter’d his own son, [fee025] The son, compell’d, been butcher to the sire: [fee026] All this divided York and Lancaster, [fee027] Divided in their dire division, [fee028] O, now let Richmond and Elizabeth, The true succeeders of each royal house, ·fee030· By God’s fair ordinance conjoin together! And let their heirs, God, if thy will be so, [fee032] Enrich the time to come with smooth-faced peace, [fee033] With smiling plenty and fair prosperous days! [fee034] Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord, [fee035] That would reduce these bloody days again, And make poor England weep in streams of blood! Let them not live to taste this land’s increase That would with treason wound this fair land’s peace! Now civil wounds are stopp’d, peace lives again: ·fee040· That she may long live here, God say amen! [fee041] [_Exeunt._
LINENOTES TO KING RICHARD III.
[faa001] THE TRAGEDY...] See note (I). ¶ London. A street.] Capell. The Court. Pope. ¶ faa001: _our_] Q1 Q2 Ff. om. Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8. _sour_ Strutt conj.
[faa002] _sun_] Rowe. _sonne_ Qq. _Son_ Ff.
[faa003] _lour’d_] _lowrd_ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5. _lowr’d_ Q6 Ff. _low’r_ Q7. _lowr_ Q8.
[faa004] _bosom_] _bowels_ Q8.
[faa007] _alarums_] _alarmes_ Q1.
[faa008] _measures_] _pleasures_ Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8.
[faa009] _wrinkled_] _wringled_ Q3 Q4 Q5.
[faa010] _instead_] _in steed_ Q1 F2.
[faa011] _souls_] _foule_ Warburton conj.
[faa013] _lute_] Ff. _love_ Qq.
[faa014] _shaped for_] _shap’d for_ Ff. _shapte for_ Q1 Q2 Q3. _sharpe for_ Q4 Q5. _sharpe of_ Q6 Q7 Q8. _shapte of_ quoted in Steevens’s reprint.
[faa015] _Nor_] _Not_ Q2.
[faa016] _majesty_] _grace_ Hanmer.
[faa018] _of this_] _thus of_ Collier MS.
[faa021] _world, scarce_] _world; scarce_ Pope. ¶ _scarce_] om. Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8.
[faa022] _unfashionable_] _unfashionably_ Pope.
[faa023] _by them_] _at them_ Q7 Q8.
[faa024] _Why_] _While_ Q8.
[faa026] _spy_] Qq. _see_ Ff.
[faa027] _on_] _one_ Q7.
[faa029] _days_] _dames_ Malone conj.
[faa031] _hate_] _bate_ Johnson conj.
[faa032] _inductions_] _inductious_ Q1 Q2.
[faa033] _By...dreams,_] Transferred to follow line 35 by Johnson.
[faa039], faa040: _About...be._] Omitted by Pope. ¶ faa039: _a prophecy_] _adrohesie_ Q4 Q5.
[faa040] _murderer_] _murtherers_ Q1 Q2. _murtherer_ the rest.
[faa041] _Dive...comes._] One line in Ff. Two in Qq. ¶ Enter...] Rowe (ed. 2). Enter Clarence and Brakenbury, guarded. Ff. Enter Clarence with a guard of men Qq (gard Q1 Q2).
[faa042] _day_] _dayes_ Qq (_daies_ Q6).