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The earl of Pembroke keeps his regiment ;

Good captain Blunt, bear my good night to him,
And by the second hour in the morning

Desire the earl to see me in my tent :-
Yet one thing more, good captain, do for me;
Where is lord Stanley quarter'd, do you know?
Blunt. Unless I have mista'en his colours much
(Which, well I am assur'd, I have not done)
His regiment lies half a mile at least
South from the mighty power of the king.
Richm. If without peril it be possible,

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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; And so, God give you quiet rest to-night!

Richm. Good night, good captain Blunt. Come, gentlemen,

Let us consult upon to-morrow's business;

In to my tent, the air is raw and cold.

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[They withdraw into the Tent.

Enter, to his Tent, King RICHARD, RATCLIFF, Nor

FOLK, and CATESBY.

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

Cates. It's supper-time, my lord;

It's nine o'clock.

K. Rich. I will not sup to-night.Give me some ink and paper.—

What, is my beaver easier than it was ?

And

And all my armour laid into my tent ?

Cates. It is, my liege; and all things are in readi

ness.

K. Rich. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge; Use careful watch, choose trusty centinels.

Nor. I go, my lord.

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

Norfolk.

Nor. I warrant you, my lord.

K. Rich. Ratcliff

Rat. My lord?

[Exit.

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
Into the blind cave of eternal night.-

Fill me a bowl of wine :-Give me a watch :---

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[TO CATESBY,

Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow.
Look that my staves be sound, and not too heavy.
Ratcliff

Rat. My lord?

K. Rich. Saw'st thou the melancholy lord Nor

thumberland ?

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. I am satisfy'd. Give me a bowl of wine:

I have not that alacrity of spirit,

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Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have.-
So, set it down. Is ink and paper ready?

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Rat. It is, my lord.

K. Rich. Bid my guard watch, and leave me. About the mid of night, come to my tent

And help to arm me, Ratcliff.-Leave me, I say. [Exit RATCLIFF,

RICHMOND'S Tent opens, and discovers him, and his Officers, &c. Enter STANLEY.

Stan. Fortune and victory sit on thy helm ! Richm. All comfort that the dark night can afford, Be to thy person, noble father-in-law ! Tell me, how fares our loving mother?

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Stan. I, by attorney, bless thee from thy mother, Who prays continually for Richmond's good: So much for that.-The silent hours steal on, And flaky darkness breaks within the east. In brief, for so the season bids us be, Prepare thy battle early in the morning; And put thy fortune to the arbitrement Of bloody strokes, and mortal staring war. I, as I may (that which I would, I cannot), With best advantage will deceive the time, And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms : But on thy side I may not be too forward, Lest, being seen, thy tender brother George Be executed in his father's sight. Farewel: The leisure, and the fearful time Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love,

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And ample interchange of sweet discourse,

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Which so long sundred friends should dwell upon;

God

God give us leisure for these rites of love!
Once more, adieu :-Be valiant, and speed well! 160
Richm. Good lords, conduct him to his regiment:
I'll strive, with troubled thoughts, to take a nap;
Lest leaden slumber peize me down to-morrow,
When I should mount with wings of victory:
Once more, good night, kind lords and gentlemen.
[Exeunt Lords, &c.

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O Thou! whose captain I account myself,
Look on my forces with a gracious eye;
Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath,
That they may crush down with a heavy fall
The usurping helmets of our adversaries!
Make us thy ministers of chastisement,
That we may praise thee in thy victory!
To thee I do commend my watchful soul,
Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes;
Sleeping, and waking, O defend me still?

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[Sleeps.

Enter the Ghost of Prince EDWARD, Son to HENRY the

Sixth.

Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow!

[To K. RICH.

Think, how thou stab'dst me in the prime of youth At Tewksbury; Despair therefore, and die !

Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wronged souls
[To RICHM

Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf:
King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thee.

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Enter the Ghost of HENRY the Sixth.

Ghost. When I was mortal, my anointed body

[To K. RICH.

By thee was punched full of deadly holes :
Think on the Tower, and me; Despair, and die;
Henry the sixth bids thee despair, and die!-

Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror !

[To RICHM. Harry, that prophesy'd thou shouldst be king, Doth comfort thee in thy sleep; Live, and flourish !

Enter the Ghost of CLARENCE.

Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow!

[To K. RICH.

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I, that was wash'd to death with fulsome wine,
Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death!
To-morrow in the battle think on me,
And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair, and die !—
Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster,

[TO RICHM. The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee; Good angels guard thy battle! Live, and flourish ! Enter the Ghosts of RIVERS, GREY, and VAUGHAN. Riv. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow, [To K. RICH.

Rivers, that dy'd at Pomfret! Despair, and die!
Grey. Think upon Grey, and let thy soul despair!

[To K. RICH.

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