K. Rich. Up with my Tent, here will I lye to Night, Nor. Six or feven thoufand is their utmoft Power. [Exeunt. Enter Richmond, Sir William Brandon, Oxford, and Dorfet. Richm. The weary Sun hath made a Golden fet, Yet one thing more, good Captain, do for me: Sweet Blunt, make fome good means to fpeak with him, Blunt, Upon my felf, my Lord, I'll undertake it. Come, Gentlemen, Let Let us confult upon to Morrow's Bufinefs; [They withdraw into the Tent. Enter King Richard, Ratcliff, Norfolk and Catesby. K. Rich. What is't a Clock? Catesby. It's Supper time, my Lord, it's nine a Clock. K. Rich. I will not Sup to Night, Give me fome Ink and Paper: What, is my Beaver eafier than it was? And all my Armour laid into my Tent? Catef. It is, my Liege; and all things are in readiness. 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. Send out a Pursuivant at Arms To Stanley's Regiment; bid him bring his Power Into the blind Cave of eternal Night. Fill me a Bowl of Wine; give me a Watch: [Exit. Look that my Staves be found, and not too heavy. Ratcliff. Rat. My Lord. K. Rich. Saw'ft the melancholy Lord Northumberland? Much about Cock-fhut time, from Troop to Troop K. Rich. So, 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. Set it down. Is Ink and Paper ready? Rat. It is, my Lord. K. Rich. Bid my Guard watch. Leave me. Ratcliff, about the mid of Night come to my Tent, [Exit Ratcliff Enter Derby to Richmond in his Tent. Derby. Fortune and Victory fit on thy Helm. B Be to thy Perfon, noble Father-in-Law, Derby. I, by Attorney, blefs thee from thy Mother, So much for that. The filent Hours fteal on, Farewel; the leifure, and the fearful time [Sleeps. [To K. Rich. Think how thou ftabb'dst me in the prime of Youth At Tewksbury; defpair therefore, and die. For the wronged Souls Of butcher'd Princes fight in thy behalf: King Henry's iffe, Richmond, comforts thee. [To Richm Ghost. When I was mortal, my anointed Body, By thee was punched full of holes ; Think on the Tower, and me: D fpair and die. To K. Rich To Richm e King, a flourish. Harry, that prophefied thou should ft Enter the Ghost of Clarence. Ghost. Let me fit heavy on thy Soul to morrow; I that was wash'd to death in Fulf m Wine, [To K. Rich. And fall thy edglefs Sword, despair and die. Enter the Ghosts of Rivers, Gray, and Vaughan. [To K. Rich. Rivers, that dy'd at Pomfret: Despair, and die. Vaugh. Think upon Vaughan, and with guilty fear To K. Rich. Let fall thy Launce, defpair and die. [To K. Rich, And thi k our wrongs in Richard's Bofom [To Richm. Ghost. Bloody a d guilty; guilty awake, Will conquer. Awake, and win the Day. And in a bloody Batel end thy Days, [To K. Rich. Quiet untroubled Soul, [To Richm. Awake, awake: Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair Englad's fake. Enter the Ghosts of the two young Princes. Ghofts. Dream on thy Coufins Smother'd in the Tower: Let us be laid within thy Bofom, Richard, [To K. Rich. And weigh thee down to ruin, fhame, and death. Step in Peace, and wake in Joy, Good Angels guard thee from the Boar's annoy, Edward's unhappy Sons do bid thee Aurifh. Ghoft. Richard, thy Wife, Tha wretch d Anne, thy Wife, That never flept a qu'et H ur with thee, And fall thy edglefs Sword, defpair and die. [To Richm [To K. Rich. [To Richm. Sleep thou a quiet Sleep: Dream of Succefs, and happy Victory, Thy Adverfaries Wife doth pray for thee. Ghoft: The fist was I, That help'd thee to the Crown: The laft was I, that felt thy Tyranny. And die in terror of thy guiltinefs, [To K. Rich. Dream on, dream on, of bloody Deeds and Death, Idy'd for hope, Er I could lend thee aid; Bat cheer thy Heart, and be thou not difmay'd: God, and good Angels fight on Richmond's fide, [To Richm. And Richard falls in height of all his Pride. [The Ghofts vanish. [K. Richard starts out of his Dream. K. Rich. Give me another Horfe, bind up my Wounds: Have mercy, Jess — -Soft, I did but dream. |