K. Rich. Up with my Tent, here will I lye to Night, Nor. Six or feven thoufand is their utmoft Power. Exeunt. Enter Richmond, Sir William Brandon, Oxford, and Dorfet. my Richm. The weary Sun hath made a Golden fet, Yet one thing more, good Captain, do for me: Sweet Blunt, make fome good means to fpeak with him, Blunt. Upon my felf, my Lord, I'll undertake it. Richm. Good Night, good Captain Blunt. Come, Gentlemen, Let Let us confult upon to Morrow's Business; [They withdraw into the Tent. Enter King Richard, Ratcliff, Norfolk and Catesby. K. Rich. What is't a Clock? Catesby. It's Supper time, my Lord, it's nine a Clock. K. Rich. I will not Sup to Night, Give me fome Ink and Paper: What, is my Beaver eafier than it was? And all my Armour laid into my Tent? Catef. It is, my Liege; and all things are in readiness. K. Rich. Good Norfolk hye thee to thy Charge, Ufe careful Watch, chufe trufty Centinels. Nor. I go, my Lord. K. Rich. Stir with the Lark to Morrow, gentle Norfolk Nor. I warrant you, my Lord. K. Rich. Ratcliff. Rat. My Lord. K. Rich. Send out a Purfuivant at Aims To Stanley's Regiment; bid him bring his Power Into the blind Cave of eternal Night. Fill me a Bowl of Wine; give me a Watch: [Exit. Look that my Staves be found, and not too heavy. Ratcliff. Rat. My Lord. K. Rich. Saw'ft the melancholy Lord Northumberland? Much about Cock-fhut time, from Troop to Troop K. Rich. So, 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. Set it down. 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. Leave me, I fay. Exit Ratcliff. Enter Derby to Richmond in his Tent. Derby. Fortune and Victory fit on thy Helm. Be Be to thy Perfon, noble Father-in-Law, Derby. I, by Attorney, blefs thee from thy Mother, Farewel; the leifure, and the fearful time [Sleeps. [To K. Rich. Think how thou stabb'dst me in the prime of Youth For the wronged Souls Of butcher'd Princes fight in thy behalf: [To Richm Ghost. When I was mortal, my anointed Body, By thee was punched full of holes ; Think on the Tower, and me: Despair and die. [To K. Rich. [To Richm Ghoft. Let me fit heavy on thy Soul to morrow; [To K. Rich. I that was wath'd to death in Fulfm Wine, [To Richm. Enter the Ghosts of Rivers, Gray, and Vaughan. Riv. Let me fit heavy on thy Soul to morrow, [To K. Rich. Rivers, that dy'd at Pomfret: Despair, and die. [To K. Rich. Vaugh. Think upon Vaughan, and with guilty fear To K. Rich, Let fall thy Launce, despair and die. [To Richm. Ghost. Bloody a d guilty; guilty awake, And think our wrongs in Richard's Bofem And in a bloody Bartel end thy Days, [To K. Rich. Quiet untroubled Soul, Awake, awake: Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair Englad's fake. To Richm. Enter the Ghosts of the two young Princes. Ghofts. Dream on thy Coufins Smother'd in the Tower: Let us be laid within thy Bofom, Richard, [To K. Rich. And weigh thee down to ruin, fhame, and death. Steep in Peace, and wake in Joy, Good Angels guard thee from the Boar's annoy, Edward's unhappy Sons do bid thee flourish. Ghoft. Richard, thy Wife, Tha: wretched Anne, thy Wife, That never flept a quiet Hour with thee, And fall thy edglefs Sword, despair and die. Sleep thou a quiet Sleep: Dream of Succefs, and happy Victory, Thy Adverfaries Wife doth pray for thee. Ghoft: The first was I, That help'd thee to the Crown: The laft was I, that felt thy Tyranny. And die in terror of thy guiltinefs, [To Richm [To K. Rich. [To Richm. [To K. Rich. Dream on, dream on, of bloody Deeds and Death, Idy'd for hope, E'r I could lend thee aid; But cheer thy Heart, and be thou not difmay'd: God, and good Angels fight on Richmond's fide, [To Richm. And Richard falls in height of all his Pride. [The Ghofts vanish. [K. Richard ftarts out of his Dream. K. Rich. Give me another Horfe, bind up my Wounds: Soft, I did but dream. Have mercy, Jefu |