K. Rich. Why, our battalia trebles that account:
Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength,
Which they upon the adverse faction want.
Up with the tent! - Come, noble gentlemen,
Let us survey the vantage of the ground.
Call for some men of sound direction. ·
Let's lack no discipline, make no delay,
For, lords, to-morrow is a busy day.

[Exeunt.

Enter, on the other side of the Field, RICHMOND, Sir WILLIAM BRANDON, OXFORD, and other Officers. 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. -
Give me some ink and paper in my tent:
I'll draw the form and model of our battle,
Limit each leader to his several charge,
And part in just proportion our small power.
My lord of Oxford,

you, Sir William Brandon, -
And you, Sir Walter Herbert, stay with me.
The earl of Pembroke keeps his regiment:
Good captain Blunt, bear my good night to him,
And by the second hour in the morning

Desire the earl to see me in my tent:

Yet one thing more, good captain, do for me;
Where is lord Stanley quarter'd, do you know?
Blunt. Unless I have mista'en his colours much,
(Which, well I am assur'd, 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 some good 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 dew 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?

Cate. It's supper time, my lord; it's nine 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.
K. Rich. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge.

Use careful watch; choose trusty sentinels.

Nor. Igo, 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
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:
Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow.
Look that my staves be sound, and not too heavy.
Ratcliff!

Rat. My lord?

[Exit.

K. Rich. Saw'st thou the melancholy lord Northumber

land?

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. So: I am satisfied.

I have not that alacrity of spirit,

Give me a bowl of wine:

Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have.

--

K. Rich. Bid my guard watch. Leave me. Ratcliff, 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!
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,

Who prays continually for Richmond's good:

So much for that. The silent hours steal on,

And flaky darkness breaks within the east.

In brief, for so the season bids us be,
Prepare thy battle early in the morning;
And put thy fortune to the arbitrement
Of bloody strokes, and mortal-staring war.
I, as I may, (that which I would I cannot)
With best advantage will deceive the time,
And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms:
But on thy side I may not be too forward,
Lest, being seen, thy brother, tender George,
Be executed in his father's sight.

Farewell. The leisure and the fearful time
Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love,

And ample interchange of sweet discourse,

Which so long sunder'd friends should dwell upon.
God give us leisure for these rites of love!

Once more, adieu.

Be valiant, and speed well! Richm. Good lords, conduct him to his regiment.

I'll strive, with troubled thoughts, to take a nap;
Lest leaden slumber peise me down to-morrow,
When I should mount with wings of victory.

Once more, good night, kind lords, and gentlemen.

[Exeunt Lords, &c. with STANLEY.

O! Thou, whose captain I account myself,
Look on my forces with a gracious eye;
Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath,
That they may crush down with a heavy fall
Th' usurping helmets of our adversaries!
Make us thy ministers of chastisement,
That we may praise thee in thy victory!
To thee I do commend my watchful soul,
Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes:
Sleeping, and waking, O! defend me still!

[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 Tewksbury: despair, therefore, and die.

Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wronged 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.
Think on the Tower, and me: despair and die;
Harry the sixth bids thee despair and die. ·
Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror!
Harry that prophesy'd thou should'st be king,
Doth comfort thee in sleep: live, and flourish.

[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,
Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death!
To-morrow in the battle think on me,
And fall thy edgeless sword. Despair, and die.

[TO RICHMOND.

Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster,
The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee;
Good angels guard thy battle! Live and flourish.
The Ghosts of RIVERS, GREY, and VAUGHAN, rise.
Riv. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow.

[To King RICHARD.

Rivers, that died at Pomfret. Despair, and die.
Grey. Think upon Grey, and let thy soul despair.

[To King RICHARD.

Vaugh. Think upon Vaughan, and with guilty fear

Let fall thy lance. Despair, and die.
All. Awake! and think our wrongs in Richard's bosom

[To King RICHARD.

[TO RICHMOND.

Will conquer him.

Awake, and win the day!

The Ghost of HASTINGS rises.

Ghost. Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake;

And in a bloody battle end thy days.

Think on lord Hastings. Despair, and die.
Quiet untroubled soul, awake, awake!

[To King RICHARD.

[TO RICHMOND.

Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake.

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.