Richm. All for our vantage. Then, in God's name, march: True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings, [Exeunt. SCENE III. Bosworth Field. Enter King RICHARD, and forces; the Duke of NorFOLK, Earl of SURREY, and others. K. Rich. Here pitch our tents, even here in Bosworth field. My lord of Surrey, why look you so sad? Sur. 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 not? Nor. We must both give and take, my loving lord. K. Rich. Up with my tent: Here will I lie tonight; [Soldiers begin to set up the king's tent. But where, to-morrow?-Well, all's one for that.Who hath descried 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 :- [Exeunt Enter, on the other side of the field, RICHMOND, Sir Richm. The weary sun hath made a golden set, 6 Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my standard.- Sweet Blunt, make some good means to speak with 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. [They withdraw into the Tent. Enter, to his Tent, King RICHARD, NORFOLK, RATCLIFF, and CATESBY. K. Rich. What is't o'clock? Cate. It's nine o'clock. K. Rich. It's supper time, my lord: 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? Cate. 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 sentinels. Nor. I go, my lord. K. Rich. Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle To Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his power Before sun-rising, lest his son George fall Fill me a bowl of wine.-Give me a watch: 7 [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 Northumberland? Rat. Thomas the earl of Surrey, and himself, Much about cock-shut9 time, from troop to troop, Went through the army, cheering up the soldiers. K. Rich, I am satisfied. Give me a bowl of wine: I have not that alacrity of spirit, Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have.- Rat. It is, my lord. K. Rich. Bid my guard watch; leave me. About the mid of night, come to my tent And help to arm me.-Leave me, I say. [King RICHARD retires into his Tent. Exeunt RATCLIFF and CATESBY. 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? Stan. I, by attorney,' bless thee from thy mother, 7 A watch-light. 8 Wood of the lances. 1 Deputation. 9 Twilight. Who prays continually for Richmond's good: Farewell: The leisure and the fearful time 2 Weigh. |