Nor. We must both give and take, my loving lord. K. Rich. Up with my tent: Here will I lie to-night; [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 : 2Let'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 other Lords. Some of the Soldiers pitch RICHMOND's tent. standard. 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 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 Öxford,-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 Richmond's forces are said to have been only five thousand; and Richard's army consisted of about twelve thousand men. Stanley lay at a short distance with three thousand, and Richard may be supposed to have reckoned on them as friends, though the event proved otherwise.-MALONE. 2 Tried military skill. Desire the earl to see me in my tent: Yet one thing more, good captain, do for me; 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. Let us consult upon to-morrow's business; Come, [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 armonr 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 Nor folk. 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 Fill me a bowl of wine.-Give me a watch:'— Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow.- Rat. My lord? K. Rich. Saw'st thou the melancholy3 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. 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. Exeunt RICHMOND'S tent opens, and discovers him and his Enter STANley. Stan. Fortune and victory sit on thy helm! 'A watch-light. • Meaning, his lances. 3 Richard calls him melancholy, because he did not join heartily in his cause. * i. e. twilight. Be to thy person, noble father-in-law ! Tell me, how fares our loving mother? Stan. I, by attorney,' bless thee from thy mother, Farewell: The leisure and the fearful time And ample interchange of sweet discourse, 1i. e. by deputation. I suspect the poet wrote-mortal-scaring war.-MALONE. 3 leisure, for, want of leisure. 4 weigh me down, from peser, Fh. Make us thy ministers of chastisement, [Sleeps. The Ghost of Prince EDWARD, Son to HENRY VI., rises between the two tents. Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow! [To King RICHARD. Think, how thou stab'dst me in my prime of youth At Tewksbury; Despair therefore, and die !Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wronged souls Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf: King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thee. The Ghost of King HENRY VI. rises. Ghost. When I was mortal, my anointed body [To King RICHARD. By thee was punched full of deadly holes: Think on the Tower, and me; Despair, and die; Harry the Sixth bids thee despair and die.Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror! [TO RICHMOND. Harry, that prophesied thou should'st be king, Doth comfort thee in thy sleep; Live, and flourish! The Ghost of CLARENCE rises, Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow! [To King RICHARD. I, that was wash'd to death with fulsome wine,' Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death To-morrow in the battle think on me, |