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Unarm'd, 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.
K. Rich. Some light-foot friend post to the Duke of Norfolk;—
Ratcliff, thyself;—or Catesby:—Where is he?
Cate. Here, my good lord.
K. Rich. Catesby, fly to the Duke.
Cate. I will, my lord, with all convenient haste.
K.Rich. Ratcliff, come hither: Post to Salisbury;
When thou com'st thither,—Dull, unmindful villain, (To Catesby.)
Why stay'st thou here, and go'st not to the Duke?
Cate. First, mighty liege, tell me your highness' pleasure,
What from your grace I shall deliver to him,
