I am a villain: Yet I lie, I am not. Fool, of thyself speak well:-Fool, do not flatter. Nay, wherefore should they? since that I myself Methought, the souls of all that I had murder'd Rat. My lord, Enter Ratcliff. K. Rich. Who's there? Rat. Ratcliff, my lord; 'tis I. The early village cock Hath twice done salutation to the morn; Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour. K. Rich. O, Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fearful dream! What thinkest thou? will our friends prove all true? Rat. No doubt, my lord. K. Rich. Ratcliff, I fear, I fear, Rat. Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of sha dows. K. Rich. By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard, [Exeunt King Richard and Ratcliff. Richmond wakes. Enter Oxford and Others. Lords. Good morrow, Richmond. Richm. 'Cry mercy, lords, and watchful gentle men, That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard here. Lords. How have you slept, my lord? Richm. The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding dreams, That ever enter'd in a drowsy head, Have I since your departure had, my lords. Methought, their souls, whose bodies Richard murder'd, Came to my tent, and cry'd-On! victory! I promise you, my heart is very jocund How far into the morning is it, lords? Richm. Why, then 'tis time to arm, and give direction.- [He advances to the troops. More than I have said, loving countrymen, The leisure and enforcement of the time God, and our good cause, fight upon our side; The prayers of holy saints, and wronged souls, One rais'd in blood, and one in blood establish'd; him; A base foul stone, made precious by the foil Shall be this cold corpse on the earth's cold face; [Exeunt. Re-enter King Richard, Ratcliff, Attendants, and Forces. K. Rich. What said Northumberland, as touching Richmond? Rat. That he was never trained up in arms. K. Rich. He said the truth: And what said Surrey then? Rat. He smil'd and said, the better for our pur pose. K. Rich. He was i'the right; and so, indeed, it [Clock strikes. is. Tell the clock there.-Give me a calendar. Who saw the sun to-day? Rat. Not I, my lord. K. Rich. Then he disdains to shine; for, by the book, He should have brav'd the east an hour ago: A black day will it be to somebody.— Ratcliff, Rat. My lord? K. Rich. The sun will not be seen to-day; The sky doth frown and lour upon our army. Enter Norfolk. Nor. Arm, arm, my lord; the foe vaunts in the field. L K. Rich. Come, bustle, bustle;-Caparison my horse; Call up lord Stanley, bid him bring his power:- My foreward shall be drawn out all in length, Our archers shall be placed in the midst: Nor. A good direction, warlike sovereign.— [Giving a scroal. K. Rich. Jocky of Norfolk, be not too bold, [reads. For Dickon thy master is bought and sold. A thing devised by the enemy. Go, gentlemen, every man unto his charge: |