STAN. What men of name refort to him? STAN. Well, hie thee to thy lord, I kifs his hand, [Exeunt. Farewel. ACT V. SCENE 1. SALISBURY. Enter the Sheriff, and Buckingham, with halberts, led to W Execution. ILL not king Richard let me speak with him? SHER. No, good my Lord, therefore be patient. By under-hand, corrupted, foul injustice; Do through the clouds behold this present hour, Ev'n for revenge mock my destruction. This is All-Souls day, fellows, is it not? SHER. It is, my lord. Buck. Why, then All-Souls day is my body'sDoomsday. This is the day, which in king Edward's time I wish'd might fall on me, when I was found Fale to his children, or his wife's allies, When he, quoth she, shall split thy heart with sorrow, Come, firs, convey me to the block of fhame; [Exeunt Buckingham, Sheriff and officers. SCENE II. Tamworth, on the borders of Leicester-shire. Enter Richmond, Oxford, Blunt, Herbert, and others, with drum and colours. RICHM. Fellows in arms, and my moft 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 That spoil'd your fummer-fields, and fruitful vines, Lies now ev'n in the centre of this isle, From Tamworth thither is but one day's march. reap By this one bloody trial of sharp war. OXF Every man's confcience is a thousand fwords To fight against that bloody homicide. HERB. I doubt not but his friends will fly to us. BLUNT. He hath no friends, but who are friends for fear, Which in his dearest need will fly from him. RICHM. All for our vantage-then, in God's name, march. True hope is,fwift, and flies with swallow's wings, Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. Exeunt SCENE III. Changes to Bosworth Field. Enter king Richard in arms, with Norfolk, Surry, Ratcliff, Catesby, and others. K. RICH. Here pitch our tents, even here in Bosworth. My lord of Surrey, why look you so sad? SURR. My heart is ten times lighter than my looks. NOR. Here, moft gracious liege. [field K. RICH. Norfolk, we must have knocks: ha, must we not? NOR. We must both give and take, my gracious lord. K. RICH. Up with my tent, here will I lie to night; But where to-morrow? -well, all's one for that. -Who hath defcry'd the number of the traitors? ་་ NOR. Six, or fev'n thousand is their utmost power. Let us furvey the vantage of the ground. [Exeunt SCENE changes to another part of Bofworth field. Enter Richmond, Sir William Brandon, Oxford, and Dorfet. -Sir William Brandon, you fhall bear my standard; -Good captain Blunt, bear my good night to him; -Yet one.thing more, good Blunt, before thou goeft; His regiment lies half a mile at least South from the mighty power of the king RICHM. If without peril it be poffible, Sweet Blunt, make good fome means to speak with him BLUNT. Upon my life, my lord, I'll undertake it. I'll draw the form and model of our battle, And part in just proportion our small strength. [They withdraw into the tent. -Into our tent, the air is raw and cold. SCENE changes back to King Richard's tent. Enter king Richard, Ratcliff, Norfolk, and Catesby. KRICH. What is't o'clock ? CATES. It's fupper time, my Lord; It's nine o'clock. K. RICH. I will not fup to-night. Give me fome ink and paper. What, is my beaver easier than it was, And all my armour laid into my tent? CATES. It is, my liege, and all things are in readiness. K. RICH. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge, Ufe careful watch, chufe trufty centinels. NOR. Igo, my lord. K. RICH. Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle Norfolk. NOR. I warrant you, my lord. K. RICH. Cateby CATES. My lord. K. RICH. Send out a purfuivant at arms Into the blind cave of eternal night. [Exit. Fill me a bowl of wine -give me a watch [To Ratcliff. Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow. Look, that my ftaves be found, and not too heavy. RAT. My lord ? |