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Up with the tent !-Come, noble gentlemen,
Let us survey the vantage of the ground;—
Call for some men of sound direction :—
Let's want no discipline, make no delay;
For, lords, to-morrow is a busy day.

[Exeunt.

Enter, on the other side of the field, RICHMOND, Sir WILLIAM BRANDON, OXFORD, and others. 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, Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.

Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my standard.—
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,
And part in just proportion our small power.-
My Lord of Oxford,--you, Sir William Brandon,-
And you, Sir Walter Herbert,-stay with me.—
The Earl of Pembroke keeps 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 captain, do for me,-
Where is Lord Stanley quartered, do you know?
Blunt. Unless I have mista'en his colours much,—
Which well I am assured I have not done,——
His regiment lies half a mile at least

South from the mighty power of the king.

Richm. If without peril it be possible,

Sweet Blunt, make some good means to speak with him,

And give him from me this most needful scroll.

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. [Exit.
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.

Re-enter, to his tent, King RICHARD, NORFOLK, RATCLIFF, CATESBY, and others.

K.Rich. What is 't o'clock?

Cate.

It's nine o'clock.

It's supper-time, my lord;

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?

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

Norfolk.

Nor. I warrant you, my lord.

K. Rich. Catesby !

Cate. My lord?

K. Rich.

[Exit.

Send out a pursuivant at arms

To Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his power
Before sunrising, lest his son George fall

Into the blind cave of eternal night.

[Exit CATESBY.

Fill me a bowl of wine.-Give me a watch.-
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-shut time, from troop to troop
Went through the army, cheering up the soldiers.
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.

[Wine brought.

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.

[Exeunt RATCLIFF and the other Attendants.

Enter STANLEY to RICHMOND in his tent, Lords and others attending.

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, Who prays continually for Richmond's good: So much for that.-The silent hours steal on, And flaky darkness breaks within the east. In brief, —for so the season bids us be, Prepare thy battle early in the morning, And put thy fortune to the arbitrement Of bloody strokes and mortal-staring war. I, as I may-that which I would

With best advantage will deceive the time,
And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms:
But on thy side I may not be too forward,
Lest, being seen, thy brother, tender George,
Be executed in his father's sight.

Farewell: the leisure and the fearful time
Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love

And ample interchange of sweet discourse,
Which so long sundered 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,
Lest leaden slumber peise me down to-morrow
When I should mount with wings of victory :
Once more, good night, kind lords and gentlemen.
[Exeunt all but RICHMOND.
O Thou, whose captain I 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
The usurping helmets of our adversaries!
Make us thy ministers of chastisement,
That we may praise Thee in the victory!
To Thee I do commend my watchful soul,
Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes:
Sleeping and waking, O, defend me still! [Sleeps.
The Ghost of Prince EDWARD, son to HENRY VI.,
rises between the two Tents.

Ghost of P. E. [To Richard] Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow!

Think, how thou stabb'dst me in my prime of youth At Tewksbury :-despair, therefore, and die !

[To Richmond] Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wronged souls

Of butchered princes fight in thy behalf:
King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thee.

The Ghost of HENRY VI. rises.

Ghost of K. H. [To Richard When I was mortal, my anointed body

By thee was punchéd full of deadly holes :
Think on the Tower and me:-despair, and die!
Harry the Sixth bids thee despair and die !—
[To Richmond] Virtuous and holy, be thou con-
queror !

Harry, that prophesied thou shouldst be king,
Doth comfort thee in sleep: live thou, and flourish !
The Ghost of CLARENCE rises.

Ghost of C. [To Richard] Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow,

I, that was washed to death with fulsome wine,
Poor Clarence, by thy guile betrayed to death!
To-morrow in the battle think on me,

And fall thy edgeless sword :-despair, and die![To Richmond] Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster,

The wrongéd heirs of York do pray for thee:
Good angels guard thy battle! live, and flourish !
The Ghosts of RIVERS, GREY, and VAUGHAN rise.
Ghost of R. [To Richard] Let me sit heavy on
thy soul to-morrow,

Rivers, that died at Pomfret!--despair, and die! Ghost of G. [To Richard] Thinl upon Grey, and let thy soul despair!

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