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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.
Enter King RICHARD, and forces; the Duke of Nor
FOLK, Earl of SURREY, and others. K. Rich. Here pitch our tents, even here in Bos
Sur. My heart is ten times lighter than my looks.
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 to
[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 :
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,
sir Walter Herbert, stay with me:
Blunt. Unless I have mista'en his colours much,
Richm. If without peril it be possible,
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.
It's supper time, my lord: It's nine o'clock.
K. Rich, I will not sup to-night.-
Cate. It is, my liege ; and all things are in readie
K. Rich. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge;
Nor. I go, my lord. .
K, Rich. Send out a pursuivant at arms
Fill me a bowl of wine.-Give me a watch:
[To CATESBY. Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow.Look that
staves 8 be sound, and not too heavy. Ratcliff,
Rat. My lord ?
K. Rich, I am satisfied. Give me a bowl of wine:
Rat. It is, my lord.
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
· 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,
Who prays continually for Richmond's good :
Richm. Good lords, conduct him to his regiment:
[Ereunt Lords, &c. with STANLEY, 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,