Upon his party: he, mistrusting them, Hois'd sail, and made his course again for Bretagne. K. Rich. March on, march on, since we are up in in arms; If not to fight with foreign enemies, Yet to beat down these rebels here at home. Enter CATESBY. Cate. My liege, the duke of Buckingham is taken, That is the best news; That the earl of Richmond Is with a mighty power landed at Milford, Is colder news, but yet they must be told. K. Rich. Away towards Salisbury; while we reason here, A royal battle might be won and lost:-- SCENE V. A room in Lord Stanley's house. [Exeunt. Enter STANLEY and Sir CHRISTOPHER Stan. Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this from me: That in the sty of this most bloody boar, Stan. Well, hie thee to thy lord; commend me to him; Tell him, the queen hath heartily consented [Exeunt. 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. Holy king Henry, and thy fair son Edward, By underhand corrupted foul injustice; Do through the clouds behold this present hour, Buck. Why, then All-Souls' day is my body's doomsday. This is the day, which, in king Edward's time, 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, and my most loving friends, Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny, In your embowell'd bosoms,-this foul swine Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn: 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 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. SCENE III. Bosworth Field. Enter King RICHARD, and Forces; the Duke of My lord of Surrey, why look you so sad? Sur. My heart is ten times lighter than my looks. Nor. Nor. Six or seven thousand is their utmost power. Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength, tent. [Exeunt. Richm. The weary sun hath made a golden set, South from the mighty power of the king. Sweet Blunt, make some good means to speak with And give him from me this most needful note. Richm. Good night, good captain Blunt. Come, Let us consult upon to-morrow's business; [They withdraw into the tent. Enter, to his tent, King RICHARD, NORFOLK, K. Rich. What is't o'clock? Cate. It's nine o'clock. 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, Rat. My lord? K. Rich. [Exit. Send out a pursuivant at arms To Stanley's regiment; bid him 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. 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! |