Armed in proof, and led by fhallow Richmond. [Exeunt K. Richard and Ratcliff. SCENE VI. Enter the Lords to Richmond, fitting in his Tent. Lords. Good morrow, Richmond. Richm. 'Cry mercy, Lords and watchful gentlemen, That you have ta'en a tardy fluggard here. Lords. How have you flept, my Lord? Richm. The fweetest fleep and fairest-boding dreams, That ever enter'd in a drowfy head, Have I fince your departure had, my Lords. I promise you, my heart is very jocund, Richm. Why, then 'tis time to arm and give direction. More than I have faid, loving Countrymen, One rais'd in blood, and one in blood establish'd; A A bafe foul stone, made precious by the foil 1 SCENE VII. Enter King Richard, Ratcliff and Catesby. K. Rich. What faid Northumberland, as touching Richmond? Rat. That he was never trained up in arms. K. Rich. He faid the truth; and what faid Surrey then? Rat. He fmil'd and faid, the better for our purpose. By the foil Of England's Chair.] It is plain that foil cannot here mean that of which the obfcurity recommends the brightness of the diamond. It must mean the leaf (feuielle) or thin plate of metal in which the ftone is fet. The ransom of my bold attempt.] The fine paid by me in atonement for my rashness fhall be my dead corps. K. Rich. K. Rich. He was i'th'right, and fo, indeed, it is. -Tell the clock there-give me a Kalendar. Who faw the Sun to-day? Rat. Not I, my Lord. [Clock Strikes. K. Rich. Then he difdains to fhine; for, by the book, He fhould have brav'd the Eaft an hour ago. Rat. My Lord? K. Rich. The Sun will not be feen to day; Enter Norfolk. Nor. Arm, arm, my Lord, the foe vaunts in the field. K. Rich. Come buftle, buftle-caparison my horfe. -Call up Lord Stanley, bid him bring his Power; I will lead forth my foldiers to the plain, And thus my battle fhall be ordered. My Forward fhall be drawn out all in length, Confifting equally of horfe and foot; Our Archers fhall be placed in the midft; John Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Earl of Surrey, Shall have the leading of the foot and horfe. They thus directed, we ourself will follow In the main battle, which on either fide Shall be well winged with our chiefeft horse. 2 This, and St. George to boot?-What think'st thou, Norfolk? 2 This and St. George to boot.] That is, this is the order of our battle, which pro mifes fuccefs, and over and above this, is the protection of our patron Saint. A a 3 Nor Nor. A good direction, warlike Sovereign. -This paper found I on my tent this morning. [Giving a ferowl. Jocky of Norfolk, be not fo bold, [Reads, K. Rich. A thing devifed by the enemy. -Go, gentlemen, go, each man to his Charge. Let not our babbling dreams affright our fouls; Confcience is but a word that cowards ufe, Devis'd at firft to keep the strong in awe : Our strong arms be our confcience, fwords our law. March on, join bravely, let us to't pell-mell, If not to heav'n, then hand in hand to hell, What fhall I fay more than I have inferr'd? Remember, whom you are to cope withal; *A fort of vagabonds, of rafcals, runaways, A fcum of Britons, and bafe lackey-peasants, Whom their o'er-cloyed Country vomits forth To defperate adventures and deftruction, You fleeping fafe, they bring you to unrest: You having lands, and bleit with beauteous wives, 3 They would diftrain the one, diftain the other, And who doth lead them but a paltry fellow, Long kept in Bretagne at his mother's coft? A fort, that is, a company, a collection. from having any common Mother, Long kept in Bretagne as his THEOBALD. A A milk-fop, one that never in his life And not these bastard Britons, whom our fathers Enter Messenger. What fays Lord Stanley, will he bring his Power? Nor. My Lord, the enemy hath past the marsh; After the battle let George Stanley die. K. Rich. A thousand hearts are great within my bofom. Advance our standards, fet upon our foes; Our ancient word of courage, fair St. George, [Exeunt. That is, fright the skies with the shivers of your Lances. |