False to his children, or his wife's allies: Remember Margaret was a prophetess." Come, lead me, officers, to the block of shame; Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame. [Exeunt BUCKINGHAM and Officers. SCENE II-A Plain near Tamworth. Enter, with Drum and Colours, RICHMOND, OXFORD, Sir JAMES BLUNT, Sir WALTER HERBERT, and others, with Forces, marching. Richm. Fellows in arms, and my most loving friends, Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny, Thus far into the bowels of the land Have we march'd on without impediment; And here receive we from our father Stanley [Showing a Paper." Lines of fair comfort and encouragement. 3 The reckless, bloody, and usurping boar, That spoil'd your summer fields, and fruitful vines, Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his trough In your embowell'd bosoms, this foul swine Is now even in the centre of this isle, Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn: From Tamworth thither, is but one day's march. Oxf. Every man's conscience is a thousand men,5 To fight against this guilty homicide. Herb. I doubt not, but his friends will turn to us. 1 now-is fallen upon my head: in quartos. 2 Not in f. e. 3 wretched in f. e. 4 lies in quartos. 5 swords: in quartos. Blunt. He hath no friends, but what are friends for Which in his dearest need will fly1 from him. [fear, Richm. All for our vantage: then, in God's name, march. True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings, Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. SCENE III-Bosworth Field. [Exeunt. Enter King RICHARD, and Forces; the Duke of NORFOLK, Earl of SURREY, 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. Nor. Nor. We must both give and take, my loving lord. K. Rich. Up with my tent! here will I lie to-night; [Soldiers begin to set up the King's Tent. But where to-morrow?-Well, all 's one for that.— Who hath descried the number of the traitors? Nor. Six or seven thousand is their utmost power. K. Rich. Why, our battalia trebles that account: 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, OXFORD, and other Officers. Some of the Soldiers pitch RICHMOND'S Tent. 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.— My lord of Oxford,-you, Sir William Brandon,- Yet one thing more, good captain, do for me: His regiment lies half a mile, at least, South from the mighty power of the king. Sweet Blunt, make some good means to speak with him, And give him from me this most needful note. Blunt. Upon my life, my lord, I'll undertake it: gentlemen, Let us consult upon to-morrow's business. Come, [They withdraw into the Tent. Enter, to his Tent, King RICHARD, NORFOLK, RATCLIFF, and CATESBY. K. Rich What is 't o'clock. Cate. It's supper time, my lord; it's nine o'clock. Give me some ink and paper. What, is my beaver easier than it was, And all my armour laid into my tent? Cate. It is, my liege; and all things are in readiness. Use careful watch; choose trusty sentinels. Nor. I go, my lord. K. Rich. Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle Nor folk. Nor. I warrant you, my lord. K. Rich. Ratcliff! Rat. My lord? K. Rich. Send out a pursuivant at arms To Stanley's regiment: bid him bring his power Before sun-rising, lest his son George fall [Exit. 1 2 These lines are not in the quartos. 3 air: in quartos. Into the blind cave of eternal night. Fill me a bowl of wine.-Give me a watch: Rat. My lord? K. Rich. Saw'st thou the melancholy lord Northumberland? Rat. Thomas the earl of Surrey, and himself, Much about cock-shut time, from troop to troop Went through the army, cheering up the soldiers. K. Rich. So: I am satisfied. Give me a bowl of wine: I have not that alacrity of spirit, Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have. Set it down.-Is ink and paper ready? Rat. It is, my lord. [Wine brought.1 K. Rich. Bid my guard watch. Leave me. Ratcliff, about the mid of night, come to my tent And help to arm me.-Leave me, I say. [King RICHARD retires into his Tent. Exeunt RATCLIFF and CATESBY. RICHMOND'S Tent opens, and discovers him and his Officers, &c. Enter STANLEY. Stan. Fortune and victory sit on thy helm ! Tell me, I pray, how fares our loving mother? 1 Not in f. e. Be executed in his father's sight. Farewell. The leisure and the fearful time And ample interchange of sweet discourse, [Exeunt Lords, &c., with STANLEY. O! Thou, whose captain I account myself, [Kneeling. Look on my forces with a gracious eye; Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath, [Rising. [Lies down and sleeps. The Ghost of Prince EDWARD, Son to HENRY the Sixth, rises between the two Tents. Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow [To King RICHARD. Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf: The Ghost of King HENRY the Sixth rises. By thee was punched full of deadly* holes. [TO RICHMOND. Harry, that prophesy'd thou should'st be king, 1 Weigh. 2 3 Not in f. e. 4 Not in folio. |