SCENE I. ACT V. Salisbury. An open Place. Enter the Sheriff and Guard, with BUCKINGHAM, led to execution. W Buckingham. |ILL not king Richard let me speak with him? Sher. No, my good lord: therefore be patient. Buck. Hastings, and Edward's children, Grey, and Rivers, Holy king Henry, and thy fair son Edward, Do through the clouds behold this present hour, Sher. It is, my lord. Buck. Why, then All-Souls' day is my body's This is the day which, in king Edward's time, By the false faith of him whom most I trusted : To turn their own points on their masters' 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, lead me, officers, to the block of shame; Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame. [Exeunt BUCKINGHAM, &c. SCENE II.-Plain near Tamworth. Enter with drum and colours, RICHMOND, OXFORD, Sir JAMES BLUNT, Sir WALTER HERBERT, and others, with Forces, marching. Richm. Fellows in arms and my most loving friends, Bruised underneath the yoke of tyranny, Thus far into the bowels of the land Have we march'd on without impediment: That spoil'd your summer fields and fruitful vines, Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his trough In your embowell'd bosoms,-this foul swine Oxf. Every man's conscience is a thousand men, To fight against this guilty homicide. Herb. I doubt not but his friends will turn to us. Blunt. He hath no friends but what are friends for fear; Which, in his dearest need, will fly from him. Richm. 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. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-Bosworth Field. Enter KING RICHARD and Forces; the DUKE OF NOR- K. Rich. Here pitch our tent, even here in 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 iny tent: here will I lie tonight; [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, [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, Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my standard. Yet one thing more, good captain, do for me; much, (Which well I am assured I have not done,) 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 And so, God give you quiet rest to-night! Let us consult upon to-morrow's business ; [They withdraw into the tent. Enter, to his tent, KING RICHARD, NORfolk, RatCLIFF, and CATESBY. Give me some ink and paper. What is my beaver easier than it was And all my armour laid into my tent? K. Rich. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge; Use careful watch, choose trusty sentinels. Nor. I go, my lord. K. Rich. Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle To Stanley's regiment: bid him bring his power Before sun-rising, lest his son George fall Into the blind cave of eternal night.— [To CATESBY.] Fill me a bowl of wine.-Give me a watch!— Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow. |