Richm. All for our vantage-then, in God's name, march.. True hope is fwift, and flies with Swallow's wings, [Exeunt. Enter King Richard in arms, with Norfolk, Surrey, Ratcliff, Catesby, and others. K. Rich. T H ERE pitch our Tents, even here in My Lord of Surrey, why look you so sad ? Surr. My heart is ten times lighter than my looks. K. Rich. My Lord of Norfolk Nor. Here, moft gracious Liege. K. Rich. Norfolk, we must have knocks: ha, must we not? Nor. We must both give and take, my gracious Lord. K. Rich. Up with my tent, here will I lie to night; But where to morrow?well, all's one for that. Who hath defcry'd the number of the traitors? Nor. Sir, or fev'n thousand is their utmoft Power. I K. Rich. Why, our Battalion trebles that account; Befides, 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 furvey the vantage of the ground. Call for fome men of 7 found direction; Let's want no difcipline, make no delay, For, Lords, to morrow is a bufy day. [Exeunt. Sound direction.] True judgment; tried military skill. SCENE SCENE changes to another Part of Bofworth field. Enter Richmond, Sir William Brandon, Oxford, and Dorfet. THE Richm. HE weary Sun hath made a golden Set, And, by the bright tract of his fiery car, Gives fignal of a goodly day to-morrow. -Sir William Brandon, you fhall bear my ftandard; -Good Captain Blunt, bear my good night to him; -Yet one thing more, good Blunt, before thou goeft; 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 part in juft proportion our fmall ftrength. * Give me fome ink and paper ;] I have placed these lines here as they ftand in the first editions: the reft place them three fpeeches before, after the words Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my fandard; interrupting what [They withdraw into the tent. there follows; The Earl of Pem, broke, &c. I think them more naturally introduced here, when he is retiring to his tent; and confidering what he has to do that night. POPE. SCENE SCENE changes back to King Richard's Tent. Enter King Richard, Ratcliff, Norfolk, and Catesby. K. Rich. HAT is't o'clock? WHE It's nine o'clock. Catef. It's fupper time, my Lord; K. Rich. I will not fup to night. Give me fome Ink and Paper. What, is my beaver eafier than it was, And all my armour laid into my tent? Catef. It is, my Liege, and all things are in readinefs. K. Rich. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge, Use careful watch, chufe trufty centinels. Nor. I go, my Lord. K. Rich. Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle Norfolk. Nor. I warrant you, my Lord. K. Rich. Catefby Cates. My Lord. K. Rich. Send out a pursuivant at arms To Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his Power Into the blind Cave of eternal Night. 9 Fill me a bowl of wine give me a watch [Exit. [To Ratcliff. Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow. b 9 Give me a watch.] A watch has many fignifications, but I fhould believe that it means in this place not a fentinel, which would be regularly placed at the King's tent; nor an inftrument to measure time, which was not used in that age; but a watch light, a candle to burn by him; the light that afterwards burnt blue; yet, a few lines after, he fays, Bid my guard watch. which leaves it doubtful whether watch is not here a fentinel. Look, 'Look, that my ftaves be found, and not too heavy. Ratcliff Rat. My Lörd? K. Rich. Saw'st thou the melancholy Lord Northumberland?~' Rat. Thomas the Earl of Surrey, and himself, Much about cock-fhut time, from troop to troop, Went through the army, cheering up the foldiers. K. Rich. I am fatisfy'd give me a bowl of wine. I have not that alacrity of spirit, Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have. K. Rich. Bid my Guard watch, and leave me. Stanl. Enter Stanley to Richmond, Lords, &c. Ortune and Victory fit on thy helm! Be to thy perfon, noble father-in-law! Tell me, how fares our loving mother? Stanl. I, by attorney, bless thee from thy mother; Who prays continually for Richmond's good: So much for that-The filent hours fteal on, And flaky darkness breaks within the East. In brief, for fo the feafon bids us be, Prepare thy battle early in the morning; Farewel. The leifure, and the fearful time men. |