CHRIS. At Pembroke, or at Ha'rford-west, in Wales. STAN. Well, hie thee to thy lord; I kiss his hand. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I.-Salisbury. An open Place. Enter the Sheriff and Guard, with BUCKINGHAM, led to BUCK. Will not king Richard let me speak with him? BUCK. Hastings, and Edward's children, Grey, and Rivers, Holy king Henry, and thy fair son Edward, Vaughan, and all that have miscarried By underhand corrupted foul injustice! If that your moody discontented souls Do through the clouds behold this present hour, Even for revenge mock my destruction! This is All-Souls' day, fellow, is it not? SHER. It is, my lord. BUCK. Why, then All-Souls' day is my body's doomsday. This is the day which, in King Edward's time, I wish'd might fall on me, when I was found By the false faith of him whom I most trusted: This, this All-Souls' day to my fearful soul, To turn their own points on their masters' bosoms: Come, lead me, officers, to the block of shame; [Exeunt BUCKINGHAM, &c. SCENE II-Plain near Tamworth. Enter with drum and colours, RICHMOND, OXFORD, SIR JAMES BLUNT, SIR WALTER HERBERT, and others, with Forces, marching. RICHM. Fellows in arms, and my most loving friends, Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny, Thus far into the bowels of the land Have we march'd on without impediment; And here receive we from our father Stanley Lines of fair comfort and encouragement. The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar, That spoil'd your summer fields and fruitful vines, Lies now even in the centre of this isle, By this one bloody trial of sharp war. OXF. Every man's conscience is a thousand men, To fight against this bloody homicide. HERB. I doubt not but his friends will turn to us. BLUNT. He hath no friends but what are friends for fear; Which, in his dearest need, will fly from him. RICHм. 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. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-Bosworth Field. Enter KING RICHARD and Forces; the DUKE OF NORFOLK, EARL OF SURREY, and others. K. RICH. Here pitch our tent, 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. NOR. Six or seven thousand is their utmost power. [Exeunt. Enter, on the other side of the field, RICHMOND, SIR WILLIAM BRANDON, OXFORD, and other Lords. Some of the Soldiers pitch Richmond's tent. RICHM. The weary sun hath made a golden set, And, by the bright track of his fiery car, And part in just proportion our small power. Yet one thing more, good captain, do for me; 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 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 dew is raw and cold. [They withdraw into the tem. Enter, to his tent, KING RICHARD, NORFOLK, RATCLIFF, K. RICH. What is 't o'clock? САТЕ. 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 readiness. Use careful watch, choose trusty sentinels. NOR. I go, my lord. 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 [To CATESBY. Fill me a bowl of wine.-Give me a watch! RAT. My lord? K. RICH. Saw'st thou the melancholy lord Northumberland? RAT. Thomas the earl of Surrey, and himself, Much about cock-shut time, from troop to troop, K. RICH. So, 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. Set it down.-Is ink and paper ready? RAT. It is, my lord. K. RICH. Bid my guard watch; leave me. Ratcliff, about the mid of night come to my tent, And help to arm me.-Leave me, I say. [K. 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! Be to thy person, noble father-in-law! Tell me how fares our noble mother? STAN. I, by attorney, bless thee from thy mother, |