[SCENE V. A room in LORD STANLEY's house.

Enter STANLEY and SIR CHRISTOPHER
URSWICK.

Stan. Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this
from me:-

That, in the sty of this most bloody boar,
My son George Stanley is frank'd up in hold:1
If I revolt, off goes young George's head;
The fear of that withholds my present aid.
So, get thee gone; commend me to thy lord:
(Say that the queen hath heartily consented
He should espouse Elizabeth her daughter.
But, tell me, where is princely Richmond now?
Chris. At Pembroke, or at Ha'rford-west,2
in Wales.

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[SCENE I. Salisbury. An open place. Enter the Sheriff, and Guard, with BUCKINGHAM, led to execution.

Buck. Will not King Richard let me speak
with him?

Sher. No, my good lord; therefore be patient.1
Buck. Hastings, and Edward's children,
Rivers, Grey,

Holy King Henry, and thy fair son Edward,
Vaughan, and all that have miscarried
By underhand corrupted foul injustice,—
If that your moody discontented souls

Do through the clouds behold this present hour,
Even for revenge mock my destruction!---
This is All-Souls' day, fellow, is it not?
{Sher. It is.

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Buck. Why, then All-Souls' day is my body's doomsday.

This is the day which, in King Edward's time,
I wish'd might fall on me, when I was found
False to his children and his wife's allies;
This is the day wherein I wish'd to fall

1 Frank'd up in hold, styed up in prison.

2 Harford-west, Haverford-west.

3 Resolve him of, acquaint him with. Patient, here a trisyllable.

$ Vaughan, pronounced here as a dissyllable. Have miscarried, have come to a violent end.

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By the false faith of him whom most I trusted; /
This, this All-Souls' day to my fearful soul
Is the determin'd respite of my wrongs:7
That high All-seer which I dallied with
Hath turn'd my feigned prayer on my head,
And given in earnest what I begg'd in jest.
Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men
To turn their own points on their masters'}
bosoms:

Thus Margaret's curse falls heavy on my neck,-

"When he,” quoth she, “shall split thy heart with sorrow,

Remember Margaret was a prophetess."— Come, sirs, convey me to the block of shame; Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame.] [Exeunt.3

[SCENE II. Plain near Tamworth.

Enter, with drum and colours, RICHMOND, OXFORD, SIR JAMES BLUNT, SIR WALTER HER-2 BERT, and others, with Forces, marching. Richm. Fellows in arms, and my most loving friends,

Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny,

7ie. "Is the fixed time to which the punishment of my wrong-doings is respited."

8 Prayer, pronounced as a dissyllable.

SCENE III. Bosworth field.

[Enter KING RICHARD and Forces, the DUKE OF NORFOLK, EARL OF SURREY, RATCLIFF, and others.

K. Rich. Here pitch our tent, even here in Bosworth field.

My Lord of Surrey, why look you so sad? Sur. My heart is ten times lighter than my looks.

K. Rich. My Lord of Norfolk,-
Nor.

Here, most gracious liege. K. Rich. Norfolk, we must have knocks; ha! must we not?

Nor. We must both give and take, my

ing lord.

lov

Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength,
Which they upon the adverse faction want.-
Up with the tent!-Come, noble gentlemen,
Let us survey the vantage of the ground;—
Call for some men of sound direction:-
Let's lack no discipline, make no delay;
‹For, lords, to-morrow is a busy day. [Exeunt.]
Enter, on the other side of the field, RICHMOND,
SIR WILLIAM BRANDON, SIR WALTER HER-
BERT, OXFORD, and others. Some of the Sol-
diers pitch RICHMOND's tent.

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Richm. The weary sun hath made a golden set, And, by the bright track of his fiery car, Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.— Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my standard.

Give me some ink and paper in my tent: I'll draw the form and model of our battle, Limit each leader to his several charge, And part in just proportion our small power.[My Lord of Oxford,-you, Sir William Brandon,

And you, Sir Walter Herbert,-stay with

And give him from me this most needful note. Blunt. Upon my life, my lord, I'll undertake it;

And so, God give you quiet rest to-night!
Richm. Good night, good Captain Blunt
[Exit Blunt] Come, gentlemen,
Let us consult upon to-morrow's business:
In to my tent; the air is raw and cold.

[They withdraw into the tent.

Re-enter, to his tent, KING RICHARD, NORFOLK,
RATCLIFF, CATESBY, and others.

K. Rich. What is 't o'clock?
Cate.

It's nine o'clock.

K. Rich.

It's supper-time, my lord;

I will not sup to-night.Give me some ink and paper.— What, is my beaver3 easier than it was? 50 And all my armour laid into my tent?

Cate. It is, my liege; and all things are in readiness.

K. Rich. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge;

Use careful watch, choose trusty sentinels.
Nor. I go, my lord.

K. Rich. Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle
Norfolk.

Nor. I warrant you, my lord.
K. Rich. Catesby,--

Cate. My lord?

[Exit.

2 Make some good means, i.e. contrive some opportunity. 3 Beaver, properly the vizor of the helmet; here the helmet itself. 4 Watch, i.e. watch-light.

5 Staves, the shafts of lances.