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In your embowell'd bosoms 27,- this foul swine
Oxf. Every man's conscience is a thousand swords, To fight against that bloody homicide.
Herb. I doubt not, but his friends will turn to us. Blunt. He hath no friends, but who are friends for
Which, in his dearest need, will fly from him.
Enter King RICHARD, and forces ; the Duke of
NORFOLK, Earl of SURREY, and Others.
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 tonight;
[Soldiers begin to set up the king's tent. But where, to-morrow ?-Well, all's one for that. Who hath descry'd 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 : Let'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.
Richm. The weary sun hath made a golden set,
standard. Give me some ink and
in my tent ;-
My lord of Oxford, -you, sir William Brandon,-
Blunt. Unless I have mista'en his colours much,
Richm. If without peril it be possible, Sweet Blunt, make some good means to speak with
him, 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, RAT
CLIFF, and CATESBY.
It's supper time, my lord; It's nine o'clock.
K. Rich. I will not sup to-night.
Give me some ink and paper.-
Cate. It is, my liege; and all things are in readiness.
K. Rich. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge ;
Nor. I go, my lord.
[Exit. K. Rich. Ratcliff,Rat. My lord ?
K. Rich. Send out a pursuivant at arms
Rat. My lord ?
wine : I have not that alacrity of spirit,
Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have.-
Rat. It is, my Lord.
Bid my guard watch ; leave me.
[King Richurd retires into his lent.
Excunt Rat. and Cate.
Ricumond's tent opens, and discovers him, and his
Richm. All comfort that the dark night can afford,
Stan. I, by attorney, bless thee from thy mother, Who prays continually for Richmond's good: So much for that. The silent hours steal on, And Aaky darkness breaks within the east. In brief, for so the season bids uz be, Prepare thy battle early in the morning; And put thy fortune to the arbitrement Of bloody strokes, and mortal-staring war, I, as I may, (that which I would, i cannot,) With best advantage will deceive the time, And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms : But on thy side I may not be too forward, Lest, being seen, thy brother tender George VOL, IX.