3451Let's lacke no Discipline, make no delay,

3452For Lords, to morrow is a busie day. Exeunt

3455Richm. The weary Sunne, hath made a Golden set,

3456And by the bright Tract of his fiery Carre,

3457Giues token of a goodly day to morrow.

3458Sir William Brandon, you shall beare my Standard:

3459Giue me some Inke and Paper in my Tent:

3460Ile draw the Forme and Modell of our Battaile,

3461Limit each Leader to his seuerall Charge,

3462And part in iust proportion our small Power.

3463My Lord of Oxford, you Sir William Brandon,

3464And your Sir Walter Herbert stay with me:

3465The Earle of Pembroke keepes his Regiment;

3466Good Captaine Blunt, beare my goodnight to him,

3467And by the second houre in the Morning,

3468Desire the Earle to see me in my Tent:

3469Yet one thing more (good Captaine) do for me:

3470Where is Lord Stanley quarter'd, do you know?

3471Blunt. Vnlesse I haue mistane his Colours much,

3472(Which well I am assur'd I haue not done)

3473His Regiment lies halfe a Mile at least

3474South, from the mighty Power of the King.

3475Richm. If without perill it be possible,

3476Sweet Blunt, make some good meanes to speak with him

3477And giue him from me, this most needfull Note.

3478Blunt. Vpon my life, my Lord, Ile vndertake it,

3479And so God giue you quiet rest to night.

3480Richm. Good night good Captaine Blunt:

3481Come Gentlemen,

3482Let vs consult vpon to morrowes Businesse;

3483Into my Tent, the Dew is rawe and cold.

3486Rich. What is't a Clocke?

3487Cat. It's Supper time my Lord, it's nine a clocke.

3488King. I will not sup to night,

3489Giue me some Inke and Paper:

3490What, is my Beauer easier then it was?

3491And all my Armour laid into my Tent?

3492Cat. It is my Liege: and all things are in readinesse.

3493Rich. Good Norfolke, hye thee to thy charge,

3494Vse carefull Watch, choose trusty Centinels,

3495Nor. I go my Lord.

3496Rich. Stir with the Larke to morrow, gentle Norfolk.

3497Nor. I warrant you my Lord. Exit

3498Rich. Ratcliffe.

3499Rat. My Lord.

3500Rich. Send out a Pursuiuant at Armes

3501To Stanleys Regiment: bid him bring his power

3502Before Sun-rising, least his Sonne George

fall

3503Into the blinde Caue of eternall night.

3504Fill me a Bowle of Wine: Giue me a Watch,

3505Saddle white Surrey for the Field to morrow:

3506Look that my Staues be sound, & not too heauy. Ratcliff.

3507Rat. My Lord.

3508Rich. Saw'st the melancholly Lord Northumberland?

3509Rat. Thomas the Earle of Surrey, and himselfe,

3510Much about Cockshut time, from Troope to Troope

3511Went through the Army, chearing vp the Souldiers.

3512King. So, I am satisfied: Giue me a Bowle of Wine,

3513I haue not that Alacrity of Spirit,

3514Nor cheere of Minde that I was wont to haue.

3515Set it downe. Is Inke and Paper ready?

3516Rat. It is my Lord.

3517Rich. Bid my Guard watch. Leaue me.

3518Ratcliffe, about the mid of night come to my Tent

3519And helpe to arme me. Leaue me I say. Exit Ratclif.

3521Der. Fortune, and Victory sit on thy Helme.

3522Rich. All comfort that the darke night can affoord,

3523Be to thy Person, Noble Father in Law.

3524Tell me, how fares our Noble Mother?

3525Der. I by Attourney, blesse thee from thy Mother,

3526Who prayes continually for Richmonds good:

3527So much for that. The silent houres steale on,

3528And flakie darkenesse breakes within the East.

3529In breefe, for so the season bids vs be,

3530Prepare thy Battell early in the Morning,

3531And put thy Fortune to th' Arbitrement

3532Of bloody stroakes, and mortall staring Warre:

3533I, as I may, that which I would, I cannot,

3534With best aduantage will deceiue thet ime,

3535And ayde thee in this doubtfull shocke of Armes.

3536But on thy side I may not be too forward,

3537Least being seene, thy Brother, tender George

3538Be executed in his Fathers sight.

3539Farewell: the leysure, and the fearfull time

3540Cuts off the ceremonious Vowes of Loue,

3541And ample enterchange of sweet Discourse,

3542Which so long sundred Friends should dwell vpon:

3543God giue vs leysure for these rites of Loue.

3544Once more Adieu, be valiant, and speed well.

3545Riehm. Good Lords conduct him to his Regiment:

3546Ile striue with troubled noise, to take a Nap,

3547Lest leaden slumber peize me downe to morrow,

3548When I should mount with wings of Victory:

3549Once more, good night kinde Lords and Gentlemen.

3551O thou, whose Captaine I account my selfe,

3552Looke on my Forces with a gracious eye:

3553Put in their hands thy bruising Irons of wrath,

3554That they may crush downe with a heauy fall,

3555Th'vsurping Helmets of our Aduersaries:

3556Make vs thy ministers of Chasticement,

3557That we may praise thee in thy victory:

3558To thee I do commend my watchfull soule,

3559Ere I let fall the windowes of mine eyes:

3560Sleeping, and waking, oh defend me still. Sleeps.

3563 Gh. to Ri. Let me sit heauy on thy soule to morrow:

3564Thinke how thou stab'st me in my prime of youth

3565At Teukesbury: Dispaire therefore, and dye.

3566 Ghost to Richm. Be chearefull Richmond,

3567For the wronged Soules

3568Of butcher'd Princes, fight in thy behalfe:

3569King Henries issue Richmond comforts thee.

3571 Ghost. When I was mortall, my Annointed body

3572By thee was punched full of holes;

3573Thinke on the Tower, and me: Dispaire, and dye,

3574Harry the sixt, bids thee dispaire, and dye.

3575 To Richm. Vertuous and holy be thou Conqueror:

3576Harry that prophesied thou should'st be King,

3577Doth comfort thee in sleepe: Liue, and flourish.