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And every hour more competitors
Flock to the rebels, and their power grows strong. [505]

Enter another Messenger.

III MESSENGER

My lord, the army of great Buckingham -

KING RICHARD He striketh him.

Out on you, owls! Nothing but songs of death?

There, take thou that, till thou bring better news.

III MESSENGER

The news I have to tell your Majesty
Is, that by sudden floods and fall of waters, [510]
Buckingham’s army is dispers’d and scatter’d,
And he himself wander’d away alone,
No man knows whither.

KING RICHARD

I cry thee mercy;
There is my purse, to cure that blow of thine.
Hath any well-advised friend proclaim’d [515]
Reward to him that brings the traitor in?

III MESSENGER

Such proclamation hath been made, my lord.

Enter another Messenger.

IV MESSENGER

Sir Thomas Lovell and Lord Marquess Dorset
’Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms;
But this good comfort bring I to your Highness: [520]
The Breton navy is dispers’d by tempest.
Richmond, in Dorsetshire, sent out a boat
Unto the shore, to ask those on the banks
If they were his assistants, yea or no? -
Who answer’d him they came from Buckingham [525]