[♦] And, by that knot, looks proudly o’er the crown,
[♦] To her I go, a jolly thriving wooer.
Enter Catesby.
[♦] Cate. My lord!
[45] K. Rich. Good news or bad, that thou comest in so bluntly?
[♦] Cate. Bad news, my lord: Ely is fled to Richmond;
And Buckingham, back’d with the hardy Welshmen,
Is in the field, and still his power increaseth.
[♦] K. Rich. Ely with Richmond troubles me more near
[50] Than Buckingham and his rash-levied army.