Air, “Oh, rest thee, babe.” Queen.

Oh snooze on, my kinchins,* ^note
  Thy dad's dead—good lack!
Thy mother's a widow,
  All clothed in black!

Those rooms and those halls,
  In the Tower where you be,
They all should belong,
  My dear kiddeys to thee.
Oh! rest thee, brats; rest thee, brats;
  Snooze on 'till day;
Oh! rest thee, brats; rest thee, brats;
  And snooze away!

Oh! rest thee, my kinchins,
  Thy doom it is cast;
When Glo'ster, that rascal,
  Will make you sleep fast.
Then rest thee, my kinchins,
  Oh! snooze while you may;
Perhaps you'll no more twig,
  The light of the day. [Trumpets, R. H.

Duc. Y.
Hark! he comes this way, the trumpet blows;
Come, wipe away your tears, and blow your nose!
Look fresh, and blow him up!

Enter King Richard and Catesby, with Forces, through the Gates. Trumpets sound a March.

King R.
Who stops the gangway, there?

Queen.
One who will make every hair of thine,
Stiffer than the bristles of the swine!
Where are my children, hedge-hog? quickly say,

Duc. Y.
Clarence?

Queen.
Hastings?

Duc. Y.
Rivers?

Queen.
Vaughan?

Duc. Y.
Or Grey?

King R.
Strike up the drum; play Paddy Carey,
Or any thing that's brisk and airy;
Scare these wild swine hence! beat, beat, I say. [Drums and Fifes play Paddy Carey.
You'd best be quiet, hold yonr cursed jaw,
Or they shall play “The honors of war.”

Duc. Y.
Bad luck attend you to the battle,
Rough music in your ears for ever rattle. [Exit, R. H.

Queen.
Though I have cause to say much more,
I've only power to say, encore. [Going.

King R.
Stop—you have a daughter, called Bet.

Queen.
Must she die too?

King R.
Die! oh, no! here, take a drop of wet. [Hands a Bottle which he takes from his Pocket.

Air, “Cease your funning.” Queen.
Cease your blarney, and your carney,
  To seduce my daughter Bet,
All the Gin, Sir, that's within, Sir,
  I've a mind for to upset,
T'is most certain, the bed curtain,
  Never shall enclose you both;
You would woo her, and undo her,
  But you'll find her very loath.

Air, “Bob and Joan.” King R.
For all the spite you've shown,
  I care not for your clatter;
Keep your Girl at home,
  Or else I will be at her.

I swear that she and I,
  Must shortly come together;
For d&wblank;n me, I would die,
  E'er she should have another. [Goes up the Stage and sends Ratcliff off, L. H.

Queen.
What shall I say? I'll seemingly comply,
And say to him what now is all my eye.
Glo'ster, I'll do all I can,
And more, if possible, you wicked man,
I will forget the murder'd Anne.

King R.
My heart goes with you—tis sold—tis bought! [Exit Queen, R. H.
Relenting, crabbed, carbuncled, mott! Enter Ratcliff, L. H.

Rat.
Most gracious Sovereign, on the Western coast,
In four oar'd cutter, rides a host—

King R.
Of what?

Rat.
Swoddies, my lord! [Exit, L. H.

King R.
Come here, Cat. post to the duke of Norfolk,
Bid him muster all his war folk.
Quick! mizzle! scud!
Hold! commend me to the blood. [Exit Catesby, R H. Enter Lord Stanley, L. H.
Now then, Stanley, let us have no humming!

Stan.
Richmond's on the Thames, and coming.

King R.
'Tis like he means to set the Thames afire.

Stan.
I know not; if you please, I will enquire.

King R.
What! you would his bottle holder be?

Stan.
You have no cause to doubt my loyalty.

King R.
Away then—hold! come back!
And let me have none of your clack.
I've thought a way to make you faster,
'Twill fix you firm as Paris plaster,
Your son, George, I'll have him left behind;
And if you brush, he dies!—now mind. [Exit Stanley, R. H.

Enter Catesby, R. H.

Cat.
My liege, bold Richmond, with Dutch Sam and others,
At Moulsey Hurst are landed;
But Richmond says he wants no brothers,
He'll bang you well left handed!

King R.
Why here's a precious row: Ho! my ass!
Go, Catesby, fetch bim in from grass.
On ass back I resolve to attack,
In single combat, this aspiring black;
And if I can, his jemmy I will crack! [Exeunt R. H.

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