SCENE V. Lord STANLEY's House. Enter Lord STANLEY, and Stan. Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this from me: 850 That, in the stye of this most bloody boar, 861 Stan. Well, hie thee to thy lord, commend me to him; Tell him, the queen hath heartily consented [Exeunt. ACT ACT V. SCENE 1. Salisbury. Enter the Sheriff, with BUCKINGHAM, led to Execution. Buckingham. WILL not king Richard let me speak with him? Holy king Henry, and thy fair son Edward, Do through the clouds behold this present hour, This is All-Souls' day, fellows, is it not? Sher. It is, my lord. 10 Buck. Why, then All-Souls' day is my body's doomsday. This is the day, which, in king Edward's time, 20 And And given in earnest what I begg'd in jest. Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men Come, sirs, convey me to the block of shame; Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame. [Exeunt BUCKINGHAM, &c. SCENE II. Tamworth, on the Borders of Leicestershire. A Camp. Enter HENRY Earl of RICHMOND, Earl of OxFORD, Sir JAMES BLUNT, Sir WALTER HERBERT, and others, with Drum and Colours. 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 ვი Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his trough In your embowell'd bosoms-this foul swine Lies now even in the centre of this isle, Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn: By this one bloody trial of sharp war. 40 Oxf. Every man's conscience is a thousand swords, To fight against that bloody homicide. Herb. I doubt not, but his friends will turn to us. Blunt. He hath no friends, but who are friends for fear; Which, in his dearest need, will fly from him. 50 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. [Exeunt. SCENE III. Bosworth-Field. Enter King RICHARD in Arms, with 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. Here, most gracious liege. 139 K. Rich. Norfolk, we must have knocks Ha! must we not? Nor. We must both give and take, my loving lord. 60 K. Rich. Up with my tent: Here will I lie to-night; But where, to-morrow?-Well, all's one for that.Who hath descry'd 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 want no discipline, make no delay; For, lords, to-morrow is a busy day. 70 [Exeunt. Enter on the other Side of the Field, RICHMOND, Sir Richm. The weary sun hath made a golden set, Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my standard.— 80 The |