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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.



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Changes to Bosworth Field. : , Enter King Richard in arms, with Norfolk, Surrey,

Ratcliff, Catesby, and others.
K. Rich. ITERE pitch our Tents, even here in

Bosworth field.
My Lord of Surrey, why look you so fad ?

Surr. My heart is ten times lighter than my looks,
K. Rich. My Lord of Norfolk
Nor. Here, most gracious Liege.
K. Rich. Norfolk, we must have knocks : ha, must

we nor ? 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 descry'd the number of the traitors ?

Nor. Sir, or fev'n thousand is their utmost Power. I

K. Rich. Why, our Battalion 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 7 found direction ; Let's want no discipline, make no delay, For, Lords, to morrow is a busy day. [Exeunt.

7 Sound direction.] True judgment; tried military skill.


SCENE changes to another Part of Bofworth field.

Enter Richmond, Sir William Brandon, Oxford, and



Richm. HE weary Sun hath made a golden Set,

And, by the bright tract of his fiery car,
Gives signal of a goodly day to-morrow.
- Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my standard;
The Earl of Pembroke keep 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 Blunt, before thou goeit;
Where is Lord Stanley quarter'd, dost thou know?

Blunt. Unless I have mista'en his quarters much,
Which well I am alsur'd, I have not done,
His regiment lies half a mile at least
South from the mighty power of the King.

Ricbm. If without peril it be possible,
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.

Richm. * Give me some ink and paper ; in my tent I'll draw the form and model of our battle, Limit each leader to his several charge, A’nd part in just proportion our small strength. Let us consult upon to-morrow's business. - Into our tent, the air is raw and cold.

[They withdraw inta the test,

Give me fome ink and paper ;] there follows; The Earl of PemI have placed these lines here as broke, &c. I think them more they stand in the first editions : naturally introduced here, when the rest place them three speech- he is retiring to his tent; and es before, after the words Sir considering what he has to do William Brandon, you shall bear that night.

Pops. my fandard; interrupting what


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Enter King Richard, Ratcliff, Norfolk, and Catesby.
K. Rich. HAT 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 all my armour laid into my tent?
Cates. It is, my Liege, and all things are in rea-

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

Nor. I go, my Lord.
K. Rich. Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle

Nor. I warrant you, my


K. Rich. Catesby
Cates. My Lord.

K. Rich. Send out a pursuivant at arms
To Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his Power
Before Sun-rising, left his son George fall
Into the blind Cave of eternal Night.
Fill me a bowl of wine give me a watch

[To Ratcliff, Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow.

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9 Give me a watch.) A watch light, a candle to burn by him ; has many fignifications, but the light that afterwards burnt I should believe that it means in blue ; yet, a few lines after, he this place not a sentinel, which says, would be regularly placed at the Bid my guard watch. King's tent; nor an instrument which leaves it doubtful whether to measure time, which was not watch is not here a sentinel. psed in that age ; but a watch,


'Look, that my staves be sound, and not too heavy. Ratcliff

Rat. My Lord ?
K. Rich. Saw'st thou the melancholy Lord Nor-

Rat. Thomas the Earl of Surrey, and himself,.
Much about cock-shut time, froin 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.
-There, fer it down.-Is ink and paper ready?
- 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. -Leave me now, I say.

[Exit Ratcliff.

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Enter Stanley to Richmond, Lords, &c. Stanl. Ortune and Victory sit on thy helm !

Richa. All comfort, chat the dark night

can afford, Be to thy person, 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 silent hours steal on, And Aaky darkness breaks within the East. In brief, for so the season bids us be,

'Look that my staves be found.] By attorney. ] By deputaStaves are the wood of the lan- tion. ces.

Prepare thy battle early in the morning;
And put thy fortune to th’Arbitrement
Of bloody strokes, and mortal staring war.
31, as I may, that which I would, I cannot,
With best advantage will deceive the time,
And aid chee in this doubtful shock of arms,
But on thy side I may not be too forward,
Leít, being seen, thy brother, tender George,
Be executed in his father's Sight.
Farewel. 4 The leiture, and the fearful time
Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love,
And ample enterchange of sweet discourse,
Which so long-sundred friends should dwell upon.
God give us leisure for these Rites of love !
Once more, adieu. Be valiant and speed well.

Richm. Good Lords, conduct him to his regiment: I'll strive, with troubled thoughts, to take a nap; Left leaden Number poize me down to morrow, When I should mount with wings of victory. - Once, 'more, good night, kind Lords, and gentlemen.

[Exeunt. Manet Richmond. - Thou! whose Captain 1 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 Th' usurping helmets of our adversaries ! Make us thy Ministers of chastisement, That we may praise thee in thy victory.

3 I, as I may

ver harsh it may seem, I would With left advantage will de- do this if leisure would permit,

ceive the time.] I will take where leisure, as in this pastage, the best opportunity to elude the stands for want of leisure. So dangers of this conjuncture. again, +--The leisure, and the fear

More than I have said, ful time,

The leifare and enforcement of Cuts off the ceremonicus votus

tbe time of love.) We have still a

Forbids to dwell upon. phrase equivalent to this, howe.


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