How now, what news?
RATCLIFFE.
Most mighty sovereign, on the western coast
Rideth a puissant navy; to our shores
Throng many doubtful hollow-hearted friends,
Unarmed, and unresolved to beat them back.
’Tis thought that Richmond is their admiral;
And there they hull, expecting but the aid
Of Buckingham to welcome them ashore.
KING RICHARD.
Some light-foot friend post to the Duke of Norfolk.
Ratcliffe, thyself, or Catesby. Where is he?
CATESBY.
Here, my good lord.
KING RICHARD.
Catesby, fly to the Duke.
CATESBY.
I will my lord, with all convenient haste.
KING RICHARD.
Ratcliffe, come hither. Post to Salisbury.
When thou com’st thither—
[To Catesby.] Dull, unmindful villain,
Why stay’st thou here, and go’st not to the Duke?
CATESBY.
First, mighty liege, tell me your Highness’ pleasure,
What from your Grace I shall deliver to him.
KING RICHARD.
O, true, good Catesby. Bid him levy straight
The greatest strength and power that he can make,
And meet me suddenly at Salisbury.
CATESBY.
I go.