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  • Title: Richard the Third (Folio 1, 1623)
  • Editor: Adrian Kiernander

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Adrian Kiernander
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    Richard the Third (Folio 1, 1623)

    The Life and death of Richard the Third.
    Let's lacke no Discipline, make no delay,
    For Lords, to morrow is a busie day. Exeunt

    Enter Richmond, Sir William Brandon, Ox-
    ford, and Dorset.
    3455Richm. The weary Sunne, hath made a Golden set,
    And by the bright Tract of his fiery Carre,
    Giues token of a goodly day to morrow.
    Sir William Brandon, you shall beare my Standard:
    Giue me some Inke and Paper in my Tent:
    3460Ile draw the Forme and Modell of our Battaile,
    Limit each Leader to his seuerall Charge,
    And part in iust proportion our small Power.
    My Lord of Oxford, you Sir William Brandon,
    And your Sir Walter Herbert stay with me:
    3465The Earle of Pembroke keepes his Regiment;
    Good Captaine Blunt, beare my goodnight to him,
    And by the second houre in the Morning,
    Desire the Earle to see me in my Tent:
    Yet one thing more (good Captaine) do for me:
    3470Where is Lord Stanley quarter'd, do you know?
    Blunt. Vnlesse I haue mistane his Colours much,
    (Which well I am assur'd I haue not done)
    His Regiment lies halfe a Mile at least
    South, from the mighty Power of the King.
    3475Richm. If without perill it be possible,
    Sweet Blunt, make some good meanes to speak with him
    And giue him from me, this most needfull Note.
    Blunt. Vpon my life, my Lord, Ile vndertake it,
    And so God giue you quiet rest to night.
    3480Richm. Good night good Captaine Blunt:
    Come Gentlemen,
    Let vs consult vpon to morrowes Businesse;
    Into my Tent, the Dew is rawe and cold.
    They withdraw into the Tent.

    3485Enter Richard, Ratcliffe, Norfolke, & Catesby.

    Rich. What is't a Clocke?
    Cat. It's Supper time my Lord, it's nine a clocke.
    King. I will not sup to night,
    Giue me some Inke and Paper:
    3490What, is my Beauer easier then it was?
    And all my Armour laid into my Tent?
    Cat. It is my Liege: and all things are in readinesse.
    Rich. Good Norfolke, hye thee to thy charge,
    Vse carefull Watch, choose trusty Centinels,
    3495Nor. I go my Lord.
    Rich. Stir with the Larke to morrow, gentle Norfolk.
    Nor. I warrant you my Lord. Exit
    Rich. Ratcliffe.
    Rat. My Lord.
    3500Rich. Send out a Pursuiuant at Armes
    To Stanleys Regiment: bid him bring his power
    Before Sun-rising, least his Sonne George
    Into the blinde Caue of eternall night.
    Fill me a Bowle of Wine: Giue me a Watch,
    3505Saddle white Surrey for the Field to morrow:
    Look that my Staues be sound, & not too heauy. Ratcliff.
    Rat. My Lord.
    Rich. Saw'st the melancholly Lord Northumberland?
    Rat. Thomas the Earle of Surrey, and himselfe,
    3510Much about Cockshut time, from Troope to Troope
    Went through the Army, chearing vp the Souldiers.
    King. So, I am satisfied: Giue me a Bowle of Wine,
    I haue not that Alacrity of Spirit,
    Nor cheere of Minde that I was wont to haue.
    3515Set it downe. Is Inke and Paper ready?
    Rat. It is my Lord.
    Rich. Bid my Guard watch. Leaue me.
    Ratcliffe, about the mid of night come to my Tent
    And helpe to arme me. Leaue me I say. Exit Ratclif.

    3520Enter Derby to Richmond in his Tent.

    Der. Fortune, and Victory sit on thy Helme.
    Rich. All comfort that the darke night can affoord,
    Be to thy Person, Noble Father in Law.
    Tell me, how fares our Noble Mother?
    3525Der. I by Attourney, blesse thee from thy Mother,
    Who prayes continually for Richmonds good:
    So much for that. The silent houres steale on,
    And flakie darkenesse breakes within the East.
    In breefe, for so the season bids vs be,
    3530Prepare thy Battell early in the Morning,
    And put thy Fortune to th' Arbitrement
    Of bloody stroakes, and mortall staring Warre:
    I, as I may, that which I would, I cannot,
    With best aduantage will deceiue thet ime,
    3535And ayde thee in this doubtfull shocke of Armes.
    But on thy side I may not be too forward,
    Least being seene, thy Brother, tender George
    Be executed in his Fathers sight.
    Farewell: the leysure, and the fearfull time
    3540Cuts off the ceremonious Vowes of Loue,
    And ample enterchange of sweet Discourse,
    Which so long sundred Friends should dwell vpon:
    God giue vs leysure for these rites of Loue.
    Once more Adieu, be valiant, and speed well.
    3545Riehm. Good Lords conduct him to his Regiment:
    Ile striue with troubled noise, to take a Nap,
    Lest leaden slumber peize me downe to morrow,
    When I should mount with wings of Victory:
    Once more, good night kinde Lords and Gentlemen.
    3550Exeunt. Manet Richmond.
    O thou, whose Captaine I account my selfe,
    Looke on my Forces with a gracious eye:
    Put in their hands thy bruising Irons of wrath,
    That they may crush downe with a heauy fall,
    3555Th'vsurping Helmets of our Aduersaries:
    Make vs thy ministers of Chasticement,
    That we may praise thee in thy victory:
    To thee I do commend my watchfull soule,
    Ere I let fall the windowes of mine eyes:
    3560Sleeping, and waking, oh defend me still. Sleeps.
    Enter the Ghost of Prince Edward, Sonne to
    Henry the sixt.
    Gh. to Ri. Let me sit heauy on thy soule to morrow:
    Thinke how thou stab'st me in my prime of youth
    3565At Teukesbury: Dispaire therefore, and dye.
    Ghost to Richm. Be chearefull Richmond,
    For the wronged Soules
    Of butcher'd Princes, fight in thy behalfe:
    King Henries issue Richmond comforts thee.
    3570Enter the Ghost of Henry the sixt.
    Ghost. When I was mortall, my Annointed body
    By thee was punched full of holes;
    Thinke on the Tower, and me: Dispaire, and dye,
    Harry the sixt, bids thee dispaire, and dye.
    3575 To Richm. Vertuous and holy be thou Conqueror:
    Harry that prophesied thou should'st be King,
    Doth comfort thee in sleepe: Liue, and flourish.