SCENE III. Bosworth Field.
[Enter KING RICHARD and Forces; the DUKE OF NORFOLK, the EARL of
SURREY, and others.]
Here pitch our tents, even here in Bosworth field. —
My Lord of Surrey, why look you so sad?
My heart is ten times lighter than my looks.
My Lord of Norfolk, —
Here, most gracious liege.
Norfolk, we must have knocks; ha! must we not?
We must both give and take, my loving lord.
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 descried the number of the traitors?
Six or seven thousand is their utmost power.
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.
[Enter, on the other side of the field, RICHMOND, SIR WILLIAM
BRANDON, OXFORD, and other Lords. Some of the Soldiers pitch
The weary sun hath made a golden set,
And by the bright tract 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?
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.
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.
Upon my life, my lord, I'll undertake it;
And so, God give you quiet rest to-night!
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.]
What is't o'clock?
It's supper-time, my lord; It's six o'clock.
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?
It is, my liege; and all things are in readiness.
Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge;
Use careful watch, choose trusty sentinels.
I go, my lord.
Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle Norfolk.
I warrant you, my lord.
Send out a pursuivant-at-arms
To Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his power
Before sunrising, 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. —
Saw'st thou the melancholy Lord Northumberland?
Thomas the Earl of Surrey and himself,
Much about cock-shut time, from troop to troop
Went through the army, cheering up the soldiers.