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Richard the Third!

Act. 5. Scene. 3.

Published Jan. 1.1800. by Vernor & Hood. Poultry.

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 fome ink and paper in my tent I'll draw the form and model of our batt Limit each leader to his feveral charge, And part in just proportion our small po My lord of Oxford,—you, fir William B And you, fir Walter Herbert, stay with The earl of Pembroke keeps his regimen Good captain Blunt, bear my good nigh And by the fecond hour in the morning Defire the earl to fee me in my tent :Yet one thing more, good captain, do f Where is lord Stanley quarter'd, do you

Blunt. Unless I have mifta en his colou (Which, well I am affur'd, I have not d His regiment lies half a mile at least South from the mighty power of the kin Richm. If without peril it be poffible, Sweet Blunt, make fome good means to And give him from me this most needfu Blunt. Upon my life, my lord, I'll un And fo, God give you quiet reft to-nigh

It's fupper time, my lord;

I will not fup to-night.

and paper.

ver eafier than it was?

ur laid into my tent?

liege; and all things are in readiness. Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge;

, choose trusty sentinels.

lord.

ith the lark to-morrow, gentle Norfolk.

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K. Rich.

K. Rich. Saw'st thou the melancholy lord Northumber

land?

Rat. Thomas the earl of Surrey, and himself,
Much about cock-fhut time, from troop to troop,
Went through the army, cheering up the foldiers.
K. Rich. I am fatisfy'd. Give me a bowl of wine:
I have not that alacrity of spirit,

Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have.-
So, fet it down.-Is ink and paper ready?

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 difcovers him, and his officers, &c.

Enter STANLEY.

Stan. Fortune and victory fit on thy helm!
Richm. All comfort that the dark night can afford,
Be to thy perfon, 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 filent hours fteal on,
And flaky darkness breaks within the east.
In brief, for fo the season bids us be,
Prepare thy battle early in the morning;
And put thy fortune to the arbitrement
Of bloody ftrokes, and mortal-ftaring war.
I, as I may, (that which I would, I cannot,)
With beft advantage will deceive the time,

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