SCENE changes to another Part of Bosworth Field.

Enter Richmond, Sir William Brandon, Oxford, and Dorfet.

Rich. The weary fun hath made a golden fet,
And, by the bright tract of his fiery car,
Gives figaal of a goodly day to-morrow.

-Sir William Brandon, you fhall bear my standard;
The Earl of Pembroke keep his regiment.
-Good Captain Blunt, bear my good night to him;
And by the fecond hour in the morning,
Defire the Earl to fee me in my tent.

-Yet one thing more, good Blunt, before thou goeft: Where is Lord Stanley quarter'd, doft thou know? Blunt. Unless I have mifta'en his quarters much, ́. Which well I am affur'd I have not done, His regiment lyes half a mile at leaft South from the mighty power of the King. Rich. If without peril it be poflible,

Sweet Blunt, make fome good means to fpeak with him,

And give him from me this most needful note.

Blant. Upon my life, my Lord, I'll undertake it. Rich. Give me fome 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 juft proportion our fall ftrength. Let us confult upon to-morrow's business. -In to our tent, the air is raw and cold.

[They withdraw into the tent.

SCENE changes back to King Richard's Tent. Enter King Richard, Ratcliff, Norfolk, and Catesby. K, Rich. What is't o'clock?

Catef. It's fupper time, my Lord; It's nine o'clock.

K. Rich. I will not fup to-night. Give me fome ink and paper.

What, is my beaver eafier than it was,

And all my armour laid into my tent?

Cat f. It is, my Liege, and all things are in rea♣ dinels.

K. Rich. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge, Ule careful watch, chufe trufty centinels.

Nor. I go, my Lord.

K. Rich. Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle Norfolk.

Nor. I warrant you, my Lord.

K. Rich. Catesby

Catef. My Lord.

[Exit.

K. Rich. Send out a purfuivant at arms To Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his power Before fun-rifing, left his fon George fall

Into the blind cave of eternal night.

Fill me a bowl of wine-give me a watch- [To Rat. Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow.

Look that my staves * be sound, and not too heavy. Ratcliff

Rat. My Lord?

K. Rich. Saw'st thou the melancholy Lord Northumberland?

Rat. Thomas the Earl of Surrey and himself, Much about cock-fhut time, from troop to troop, Went through the armv, cheering up the foldiers.

K. Rich. 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.
-There, fet it down.-Is ink and paper ready?
Rat. It is, my Lord.

K. Rich. Bid my guard watch, and leave me.
About the mid of night come to my tent,
And help to arm me.Leave me now, I fay.

SCENE

IV.

Changes back to Riclimond's Tent.

[Exita

Enter Stanley to Richmond, Lords, &c. Stan. Fortune and victory fit on thy helm!" Rich. All comfort, that the dark night can a förd, * Staves are the wood of the lances. Johnjen.

Be to thy perfon, 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 filent hours fteal on,
And flaky darkness breaks within the East.
Tu brief, for fo the feafon bids us be,
Prepare thy battle early in the morning,
And put thy fortune to th' arbitrement
Of bloody ftrokes, and mortal-ftaring war.
1, as I may, that which I would I cannot,
With best advantage will deceive the time
And aid thee in this doubtful fhock of arms.
But on thy fide I may not be too forward,
I.eft,, being feen, thy brother, tender George,
Be executed in his father's fight.

Farewell. The leifure, and the fearful time
Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love,
And ample interchange of fweet difcourfe,
Which fo-long-funder'd friends fhould dwell upon
God give us leifure for thefe rites of love!
Once more, adieu. Be valiant, and speed well.-
Rich. Good Lords, conduct him to his regiment.
I'll ftrive, with troubled thoughts, to take a nap,
Left leaden flumber poize me down to-morrow,
When I fhould mount with wings of victory,
-Once more, good night, kind lords and gentle-
[Exeunt. Manet Richm.
- thou whofe captain I account myself,
Look on my forces with a gracious eye;
Put in their hands thy bruifing irons of wrath,
hat they may cruth down with a heavy fall
Th' ufurping helmets of our adversaries!
Make us thy minifters of chastisement,
That we may praife thee in thy victory.
To thee. I do commend my watchful foul,
Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes:
Sleeping and waking, oh, defend me ftill! [Sleeps.

men.

I will take the best opportunity to clude the dangers of this conjuncture. Johnson.

Between the Tents of Richard and Richmond; they fleeping.

Enter the Ghost of Prince Edward, Son to Henry the Sixth.

Ghoft. Let me fit heavy on thy foul to-morrow! [To K. Rich Think how thou stab'dft me in the prime of youth At Tewksbury; therefore defpair and die.

-Be chearful, Richmond; for the wronged fouls Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf. [To Richm. King Henry's iffue, Richmond, comforts thee.

Enter the Ghost of King Henry the Sixth. 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; defpair and die; Henry the Sixth bids thee despair and die

-Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror. [To Richm. Harry, that prophefy'd thou fhouldst be king, Doth comfort thee in fleep; live thou and flourish. Enter the Ghost of Clarence.

Ghost. Let me fit heavy on thy foul to-morrow! [To K. Rich. I that was wafh'd to death in fulfome wine, Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death. To-morrow in the battle think on me, And fall thy edgelets fword; defpair and die. -Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster, [To Richm. The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee: Good angels guard thy battle! live and flourish. Enter the Ghofts of Rivers, Gray, and Vaughan. Riv. Let me fit heavy on thy foul to-morrow! [To K. Rich. Rivers, that dy'd at Pomfret. Defpair, and die.

Gray. Think upon Gray, and let thy foul defpair. [To K. Rich. Vaugh. Think upon Vaughan, and with guilty fear Let fall thy lance. Richard, defpair and die. [To K. Rich. All. Awake! and think our wrongs in Richard's

bofom

Will conquer him.-Awake, and win the day. [To Richm Enter the Ghost of Lord Haftings.

Ghoft. Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake,

And in a bloody battle end thy davs. [To K. Rich. Think on Lord Hastings; and despair and die. -Quiet, untroubled foul, awake, awake! [To Richm Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's fake.

Enter the Ghosts of the two young Princes.

Ghofts. Dream on thy coufins fmother'd in the Tower. [To K. Rich. Let us be lead within thy bofom, Richard, And weigh thee down to ruin, fhame, and death. Thy nephews' fouls bid thee defpair and die. -Sleep, Richmond, fleep in peace, and wake in joy. [To Richm. Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy! Live, and beget a happy race of kings..

Edward's unhappy fons do bid thee flourish.

Enter the Ghost of Anne his wife.

Ghoft. Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy wife,

[To K. Rich.

That never slept a quiet hour with thee,
Now fills thy fleep with perturbations.
To-morrow in the battle think on me,

And fall thy edgelefs fword. Defpair and die.
-Thou, quiet foul, fleep thou a quiet fleep,
Dream of fuccefs and happy victory; [To Richm
Thy adverfary's wife doth pray for thee.

Enter the Ghost of Buckingham..

Ghost. The first was I that help'd thee to the

crown,,

[To K. Rich