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That high All-seer which I dallied with,
Hath turned my feigned prayer on my head,
And given in earnest what I begg'd in jest.

doth he force the swords of wicked men
To turn their own points on their master's bosoms;
Thus Margaret's curse falls heavy on my neck,-
When he, quoth she, shall split thy heart with sorrow,
Remember Margaret was a prophetess.-
Come, sirs, convey me to the block of shame ;
Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame.

[Exe. Buck. &c.

SCENE II. Plain near Tamworth. Enter, with drum and colours, RICH

MOND, 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, Thus far into the bowels of the land Have we march'd on without impediment; And here receive we from our father Stanley Lines of fair comfort and encouragement. The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar, That spoil'd your summer fields, and fruitful vines, Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his trough In your embowellid bosoms, this foul swine Lies now even in the centre of this isle, Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn : From Tamworth thither, is but one day's march. In God's name, cheerly on, courageous friends, To reap the harvest of perpetual peace By this one bloody trial of sharp war.

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.

Rich. 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. (Exe.

SCENE III. Bosworth Field. Enter King RICHARD, and Forces ; the Duke

of NORFOLK, Earl of SURREY, and others. K.Ric Here pitch our tents,even here in Bosworth-field.

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-My lord of Surrey, why look you so sad ?

Sur. My heart is ten times lighter than my looks.
K.Rich. My lord of Norfolk,
Nor. Here, most gracious liege.
K.Rich. Norfolk, we must have knocks ; Ha! must

we not ? Nor. We must both give and take, my loving lord. K.Rich. Up with my tent : Here will I lie to-night ;

[Soldiers begin to set up the King's Tent. But where, to morrow ?-Well, all's one for that.. Who hath descry'd the number of the traitor's ?

Nor. Six or seven thousand is their utmost power.

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 want 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 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
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 hima,

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, gen-
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, Norrolk, RATCLIFF, and

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 ;
Uge careful watch, choose trusty centinels.

Nor. I go, my lord.
K.Rich. Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle Norfolk.
Nor. I warrant you, my lord.

[Exit. K.Rich. Ratcliff, Rai. 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 :3 [To Cat.
-Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow.
Look that my staves be sound, and not too heavy. 4

Rat. My lord ?
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,

(3] A watch has many significations, but I should believe that it means in this place not a centinel, whicb would be regularly placed at the king's tent; nor an instrument to measure time, which was not used in that age, but a watch-light, a candle to burn by him; the light that afterwards burnt blue. Joh.

-I believe, that particular kind of candle is here meant, which was anciently called a watch, because, being marked out into sections, each of which was a certain portion of time in burning, it supplied the place of the more modo ern instruments by which we measure the hours. STEEY. 641 Staves are the wood of the lances. JOHNS.

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.
So, set it down.—Is ink and paper ready ?

Rat. It is, my lord.
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. Exe.Rat, and CAT. RICHMOND's Tent opens, and discovers him and his Officers. Enter

Stan. Fortune and victory set on thy helm !

Rich. 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 !

Rich. 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, 8
When I should mount with wings of victory :
Once more, good night, kind lords and gentlemen.

[Exeunt Lords, Sr. with STANLEY. [6] By deputation. JOHNS. 17] I will take the best opportunity to elude the dangers of this conjunc. Lure. JOHNS. [8] To peize, i.e. to weigh down, from peser, Fr. STĚEV.. 33*


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
The 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, 0, defend me still ! [Sleeps.
The Ghost of Prince Edward, son to Henry the Sixth, rises be-

tween the two Tents.
Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow !

[To K. Rich 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 K. Rich
By thee was punched full of deadly holes :
Think on the Tower, and me ; Despair, and die ;
Harry the sixth bidst thee despair and die.
Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror !. [To RichM
Harry, that prophecy'd thou should'st be king,
Doth comfort thee in thy sleep ; Live, and flourish !

The Ghost of CLARENCE rises.
Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow!

[To K. Rich.
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 ! -
Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster, [T. RICHM.
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 set heavy on thy soul to morrow,

(70 K. Rich. 19] The allusion is to the ancient mace, HENLEY.

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