And towards London do they bend their course, Tell him, the queen hath heartily consented [Gives papers to SIR CHRISTOPHER. ACT V. SCENE I. Salisbury. An open Place. Enter the Sheriff, and Guard, with BUCKINGHAM, led to execution. Buck. Will not King Richard let me speak with him? Sher. No, my good lord; therefore be patient. Buck. Hastings, and Edward's children, Rivers, Grey, Holy King Henry, and thy fair son Edward, Buck. Why, then All-Souls' day is my body's doomsday. This is the day, which, in King Edward's time, Thus Margaret's curse falls heavy on my neck,→ When he, quoth she, shall split thy heart with sorrow, Remember, Margaret was a prophetess. Come, sirs, convey me to the block of shame; Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame. [Exeunt BUCKINGHAM, &c. SCENE II. Plain near Tamworth, Enter with drum and colours, RICHMOND, OXFORD, SIR JAMES BLUNT, SIR WALTER HERBERT, and Others, with Forces, marching. Richm. Fellows in arms, aud my most loving friends, Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny, Have we march'd on without impediment; Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his trough In your embowell'd bosoms, this fonl swine Orf. 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 fear; Which, in his dearest need, will fly from him. 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. [Exeunt. VOL. V. BB SCENE III. Bosworth Field. Enter KING RICHARD, and Forces; the Duke of NORFOLK, EARL OF SURREY, and Others. K. Rich. Here pitch our tents, even here in Bosworth field. My lord of Surrey, why look you so sad? Sur. My heart is ten times lighter than my looks. K. Rich. My lord of Norfolk,— Nor. 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-night; [Soldiers begin to set up the King's Tent. But where to-morrow?-Well, all's one for thatWho hath descried the number of the traitors? Nor. Six or seven thousand is their utmost power. K. Rich. Why, our battalia trebles that ac count: Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength, Richm. The weary sun hath made a golden set, Give me some ink and paper in my tent ;- And you, Sir Walter Herbert, stay with me: Yet one thing more, good captain, do for me; South from the mighty power of the king. Sweet Blunt, make some good means to speak with bim, And give him from me this most needful note. Let us consult upon to-morrow's business; [They withdraw into the Tent. Enter, to his Tent, KING RICHARD, NORFOLK, RATCLIFF, and CATESBY. K. Rich. What is't o'clock ? Cate. It's nine o'clock. K. Rich. It's supper time, my lord: I will not sup to-night. Give me some ink and paper. What, is my beaver easier than it was ?- Cate. It is, my liege; and all things are in readiness. K. Rich. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge; Use careful watch, choose trusty sentinels. Nor. I go, my lord. K. Rich. Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle Norfolk. Nor. I warrant you, my lord. K. Rich. Ratcliff, [Exit. Send out a pursuivant at arms To Stanley's regiment; bid bim bring his power Before sun-rising, lest his son George fall Into the blind cave of eternal night. Fill me a bowl of wine.-Give me a watch:- Rat. My lord? K. Rich. Saw'st thou the melancholy Lord Northumberland? Rat. Thomas the earl of Surrey, and himself, Much about cock-shut time, from troop to troop, Went through the army, cheering up the soldiers. K. Rich. So, I am satisfied. Give me a bowl of wine: I have not that alacrity of spirit, Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have.- 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 discovers him, and his Officers, &c. 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 ! Stan. I, by attorney, bless thee from thy mother, Who prays continually for Richmond's good: |