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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
Which, in his dearest need, will fly from him.
SCENE III.-Bosworth Field.
Enter King RICHARD, and Forces; the Duke of Non
FOLK, Earl of SURREY, and others. K. Rich. Here pitch our tents, even here in Bos
Sur. My heart is ten times lighter than my looks.
we not? Nor. We must both give and take, my loving lord, K. Rich. Up with my lent: 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 descried the number of the traitors?
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,
on the other side of the field, RICHMOND, Sir
sir Walter Herbert, stay with me :
Blunt. Unless I have mista'en his colours much,
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 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 ?
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;
Nor. I go, my lord.
[Erit. K. Rich. Ratcliff, Rat. My lord?
K. Rich. Send out a pursuivant at arms
Into the blind cave of eternal night.-
Rat. My lord ?
K. Rich. I am satisfied. Give me a bowl of wine:
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. Exeunt Rat
CLIFP and CATESBY.
RICAMOND's tent opens, and discovers him and his
Richm. All comfort that the dark night can afford,
Stan. I, by attorney, bless thee from thy mother,
Who prays continually for Richmond's good:
Richm. Good lords, conduct him to his regiment :
[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 The usurping helmets of our adversaries ! Make us thy ministers of chastisement, That we may praise thee in thy victory!