And, by the bright track of his fiery car, Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my standard; Yet one thing more, good Blunt, before thou goest; South from the mighty power of the King. Rich. If without peril it be poffible, Sweet Blunt, make fome good means to speak with him, And give him from me this molt needful note. Blunt. Upon my life, my Lord, I'll undertake it.. I'll draw the form and model of our battle, And part in juft proportion our finall ftrength. In to our tent, the air is raw and cold. [They withdraw into the tent. SCENE Changes back to King Richard's tent. Enter King Richard, "Ratcliff, Norfolk, and Catesby. K Rich. What is't o'clock ? Catef. 'Tis fupper-time, my Lord; 'Tis nine o'clock K. Rich. I will not fup to-night. Give me fome ink and paper. What, is my beaver eafier than it was? And all my armour laid into my tent? [nefs. Catef. It is, my Liege, and all things are in readi K. Rich. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge, Ufe careful watch, chute trufty centinels. Nor. I go, my Lord. K. Rich. Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle Nor⚫ folk. Ner. I warrant you, my Lord. [Exit. K. Rich. Catesby ! Gates. My Lord?. K. Rich. Send out a purfuivant at arms Into the blind cave of eternal night. Fill me a bowl of wine -give me a watch [To Ratcliff.. Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow : Rat. My Lord? K. Rich, saw't thou the melancholy Lord Northum-berland? Rat. Thomas the Earl of Surrey, and himself, Much about cock-shut time, from troop to troop, Went through the army, cheering up the foldiers.. K. Rich. 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- Rat. It is, my Lord. K. Rich. Bid my guard watch, and leave me.. About the aid of night come to my tent, And help to arm me, Leave me now, I fay. [Exit Ratclif SCENE IV. Changes back to Richmond's tent. Enter Stanley to Richmond: Lords, &c. Stan. Fortune and victory fit on thy helm! Tell me, how fares it with our loving mother? I, as I may, (that which I would I cannot), Farewell; the leisure and the fearful time. Look on my forces with a gracious eye: [Sleeps. Between the tents of Richard and Richmond: they fleeping. Enter the Ghost of Prince Edward, Son to Henry VI. Ghoft. Let me fit heavy on thy foul to-morrow! [To K. Rich. Think how thou ftabb'dft me in the prime of youth At Tewksbury; therefore despair, and die. Be chearful, Richmond; for the wronged fouls Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf; Enter the Ghoft of Henry VI. Ghoft. When I was mortal, my anointed body [To K. Rich. By thee was punched full of deadly holes; Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror: [To Richm. Ghost. Let me fit heavy on thy foul to morrow! [To K. Richard. I, that was wafh'd to death in fulfome wine, Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death: To-morrow in the battle think on me, And fall thy edgelefs fword; defpair, and die. Thou offspring of the houfe of Lancaster, [To Richmond. The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee; Good angels guard thy battle! live and flourish. Enter the Ghofts of Rivers, Gray, and Vaughan. Riv. Let me fit heavy on thy foul to-morrow! [To K. Rich, Rivers, that dy'd at Pomfret: defpair, and die. Gray. Think upon Gray, and let thy foul despair. [To K. Rich. Vang Think upon Vaughan, and with guilty fear Let fall thy launce! Richard, despair, and die. [To K. Rich. All Awake! and think our wrongs in Richard's bo Will 1om conquer him.. Awake, and win the day. [To Richm Enter the Ghost of Lord Haftings. Ghoft. Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake ; · And in a bloody battle end thy days: [To .K Rich. Think on Lord Haltings; and despair, and die. Quiet, untroubled foul, awake, awake! [To Richm. Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's fake. Enter the Ghofts of the two young Princes. Ghofts. Dream on thy coufins fmother'd in the Tower: [To K. Rich. Let us be lead within thy bofom, Richard, Enter the Ghoft of Anne his wife. Ghoft. Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy wife, [To K. Rich... That never slept a quiet hour with thee, Dream of fuccefs and happy victory, Enter the Ghost of Buckingham. [To Richm. Ghaft. The first was I that help'd thee to the crown; The laf was I that felt thy tyranny. [To K. Rich. Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death: I dy'd for hope cre I could lend thee aid: [To Richm [The Ghofts vanish. [K. Richard starts out of his dream. K. Rich. Give me another horfe-Lind up my wounds. |