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And, by the bright track of his fiery car,
Gives fignal of a goodly day to-morrow.

Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my standard;
The Earl of Pembroke keep his regiment;
Good Captain Blunt, bear my good night to him;
And by the fecond hour in the morning
Defire the Earl to tee me in my tent.

Yet one thing more, good Blunt, before thou goest;
Where is Lord Stanley quarter'd? doft thou know?
Blunt. Unless I have mifta'en his colours much,
(Which well I am affur'd I have not done),
His regiment lies half a mile at leaft

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..
Rich. Give me fome ink and paper; in my tent

I'll draw the form and model of our battle,
Limit each leader to his feveral charge,

And part in juft proportion our finall ftrength.
Let us confult upon to-morrow's bufinefs;

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
To Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his power
Before fun-rifing, left his fon George fall

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 :
Look that my faves be found, and not too heavy.
Ratcliff,-

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-
There, fet it down. Is ink and paper ready?

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!
Rich. All comfort that the dark night can afford,
Be to thy perfon, Noble father-in-law!

Tell me, how fares it with our loving mother?
Stan. I, by attorney, bless thee from thy mother;
Who prays continually for Richmond's good:
So much for that--The filent hours iteal on,
And flaky darknefs breaks within the east.
In brief, for fo the feafon bids us be,
Prepare thy battle early in the morning;
And put thy fortune to th'arbitriment
Of bloody ftrokes, and mortal staring war.

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I, as I may, (that which I would I cannot),
With best advantage will deceive the time,
And aid thee in this doubtful fhock of arms.
But on thy fide I may not be too forward,
Left, being feen, thy brother, tender George,
Be executed in his father's fight.

Farewell; the leisure and the fearful time.
Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love,
And ample interchange of fweet discourse,
Which fo long-fundred friends should dwell upon.
God give us leifure for thefe rites of love!
Once more, adieu; be valiant, and fpeed well.
Rich. Good Lords, conduct him to his regiment;
I'll ftrive, with troubled thoughts, to take a nap;
Left leaden flumber poife me down to-morrow,
When I should mount with wings of victory:
Once more good night, kind Lords and gentlemen.
[Exeunt. Manet Richmond,
O thou! whofe Captain I account mylelf,

Look on my forces with a gracious eye:
Put in their hands thy bruifing irons of wrath,
That they may crufh down with a heavy fall
Th'ufurping helmets of our adverfaries !
Make us thy minifters of chastisement,
That we may praise thee in thy victory.
To thee I do commend my watchful foul,
Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes:
Sleeping and waking, oh, defend me still!

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[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
[To Richm.

Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf;
King Henry's iffue, Richmond, comforts thee.

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;
Think on the Tower and me; defpair, and die.
Henry the Sixth bids thee defpair and die.

Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror: [To Richm.
Harry, that prophefy'd thou thould't be King,
Doth comfort thee in fleep; live thou and flourish.
Enter the Gloft of Clarence.

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,
And weigh thee down to ruin, fhame, and death!
Thy nephews' fouls bid thee despair, and die.
Sleep, Richmond, fleep in peace; and wake in joy.
[To Richm
Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy!
Live, and beget a happy race of Kings-
Edward's unhappy fons do bid thee flourish.

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,
Now fills thy fleep with perturbations :
To-morrow in the battle think on me,
And fall thy edgeless fword: despair and die.
Thou, quiet foul, fleep thon a quiet fleep:

Dream of fuccefs and happy victory,
Thy adverfary's wife doth pray for thee.

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.
O, in the battle think on Buckingham,
And die in terror of thy guiltiness.

[To K. Rich.

Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death:
Fainting, defpair; defpairing yield thy breath.

I dy'd for hope cre I could lend thee aid: [To Richm
But chear thy heart, and be thou not difmay'd;
God and good angels fight on Richmond's fide,
And Richard fall in height of all his pride.

[The Ghofts vanish. [K. Richard starts out of his dream. K. Rich. Give me another horfe-Lind up my wounds.

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