K. Rich. Up with my tent: Here will I lie to-night; Nor. Six or seven thousand is their utmost power. [Exeunt. Enter, on the other side of the field, RICHMOND, SIR WILLIAM BRANDON, OXFORD, and other Lords. Some of the soldiers pitch RICHMOND'S tent. Richm. The weary sun hath made a golden set, And, by the bright track of his fiery car, Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my standard.- Yet one thing more, good captain, do for me; you know? Blunt. Unless I have mista'en his colours much (Which, well I am assured, I have not done), His regiment lies half a mile at least South from the mighty power of the king. Richm. If without peril it be possible, Sweet Blunt, make good some means to speak with him, And give him from me this most needful note. Blunt. Upon my life, my lord, I'll undertake it; And so, God give you quiet rest to-night! Richm. Good night, good captain Blunt. Come, gentlemen, Let us consult upon to-morrow's business; In to my tent, the air is raw and cold. [They withdraw into the tent. Enter, to his tent, KING RICHARD, NORFOLK, RATCLIFF, and CATESBY. K. Rich. What is't o'clock ? * I.e. judgment. † Appoint. Remains with. Cate. It's supper time, my lord: It's six o'clock. K. Rich. I will not sup to-night.— Give me some ink and paper. What, is my beaver easier than it was ? And all my armour laid into my tent? Cate. It is, my liege, and all things are in readiness. Use careful watch, choose trusty sentinels. Nor. I go, my lord. K. Rich. Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle Norfolk. K. Rich. Ratcliff, Rat. My lord? K. Rich. Send out a pursuivant at arms * To Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his power Rat. My lord ? [Exit. [TO CATESBY. K. Rich. Saw'st thou the melancholy lord Northumberland? Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have.- K. Rich. Bid my guard watch; leave me. [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! Tell me, how fares our loving mother? Stan. I, by attorney, || bless thee from thy mother, In brief, for so the season bids us be, *A watch-light. Sullenly indifferent. + Wood of the lances. § Twilight. | Deputation. Prepare thy battle early in the morning; Farewell: The leisure and the fearful time And ample interchange of sweet discourse, [Exeunt LORDS, &c. with STANLEY. O Thou! whose captain I account myself, [Sleeps. The GHOST of PRINCE EDWARD, son to HENRY the Sixth, rises between the two tents. Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow! [To KING RICHARD. Think, how thou stab'dst me in my prime of youth At Tewkesbury; Despair, therefore, and die!Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wrong'd souls Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf: King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thee. The GHOST of KING HENRY the Sixth rises. Ghost. When I was mortal, my anointed body [TO KING RICHARD. By thee was punched full of deadly holes : [To RICHMOND. The GHOST of CLARENCE rises. Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow! [TO KING RICHARD. I, that was wash'd to death with fulsome wine, * [To RICHMOND. And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair and die!— The GHOSTS of RIVERS, GREY, and VAUGHAN, rise. [To KING RICHARD. [To KING RICHARD. Vaugh. Think upon Vaughan; and, with guilty fear, Let fall thy lance! Despair, and die !- [To KING RICHARD. All. Awake! and think, our wrongs in Richard's bosom Will conquer him;-awake, and win the day! The GHOST of HASTINGS rises. [TO RICHMOND. Ghost. Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake, [To KING RICHARD. And in a bloody battle end thy days! Think on lord Hastings; and despair, and die !- Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake! [To RICHMOND. The GHOSTS of the two Young PRINCES rise. Ghosts. Dream on thy cousins smother'd in the Tower; Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard, And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death! Thy nephews' souls bid thee despair, and die. Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake in joy ; Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy! Live, and beget a happy race of kings Edward's unhappy sons do bid thee flourish. The GHOST of QUEEN ANNE rises. Ghost. Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy wife, That never slept a quiet hour with thee, Now fills thy sleep with perturbations: To-morrow in the battle think on me, And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair and die! Thou, quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep; Dream of success and happy victory; Thy adversary's wife doth pray for thee. * Let fall. [To RICHMOND. The GHOST of BUCKINGHAM rises. Ghost. The first was I, that help'd thee to the crown; [To KING RICHARD. The last was I that felt thy tyranny: I died for hope,* ere I could lend thee aid: [To RICHMOND. [The GHOSTS vanish. KING RICHARD starts out of his dream. K. Rich. Give me another horse,-bind up my wounds, Have mercy, Jesu!-Soft; I did but dream.→ O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!- am: Then fly,-What, from myself? Great reason: Why? Lest I revenge. What? Myself on myself? I love myself. Wherefore? for any good, That I myself have done unto myself? O, no: alas, I rather hate myself, For hateful deeds committed by myself.. I am a villain: Yet I lie, I am not. Fool, of thyself speak well :-Fool, do not flatter. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, Nay, wherefore should they? since that I myself Methought, the souls of all that I had murder'd Rat. My lord, Enter RATCLIFF. K. Rich. Who's there? Rat. Ratcliff, my lord; 'tis I. The early village cock Hath twice done salutation to the morn; Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour, *Hoping well to vou. |