’Tis thought that Richmond is their admiral;
[♦] And there they hull, expecting but the aid
Of Buckingham to welcome them ashore.
[440] K. Rich. Some light-foot friend post to the Duke of Norfolk:
Ratcliff, thyself, or Catesby; where is he?
[♦] Cate. Here, my lord.
[♦] K. Rich. Fly to the duke. [To Ratcliff] Post thou to Salisbury:
[♦] When thou comest thither,—[To Catesby] Dull unmindful villain,
[445] Why stand’st thou still, and go’st not to the duke?
[♦] Cate. First, mighty sovereign, let me know your mind,