Here pitch our tents, even here in Bosworth field.

5.3.434343058Why, how now Catesby, why look'st thou so sad?

My heart is ten times lighter than my looks.

Norfolk, come hither.

5.3.834383061Norfolk, we must have knocks, 3439ha, must we not?

We must both give and take, my gracious lord.

Up with my tent there, here will I lie tonight,

5.3.1234423064But where tomorrow? Well, all is one for that.

5.3.1334433065Who hath descried the number of the foe?

Six or seven thousand is their utmost number.

Why, our battalion trebles that account!

5.3.1634463068Besides, the King's name is a tower of strength

5.3.1734473069Which they upon the adverse party want.

5.3.1934483070Up with my tent there. Valiant gentlemen,

5.3.2034493071Let us survey the vantage of the field.

5.3.2134503072Call for some men of sound direction:

5.3.2234513073Let's want no discipline, make no delay,

5.3.2334523074For lords, tomorrow is a busy day.

The weary sun hath made a golden set,

5.3.2734563077And by the bright track of his fiery car

5.3.2834573078Gives signal of a goodly day tomorrow.

5.3.2934583079Where is Sir William Brandon? He shall bear my standard;

5.3.3034653080The Earl of Pembroke keep his regiment.

5.3.3134663081Good Captain Blunt, bear my good night to him,

5.3.3234673082And by the second hour in the morning

5.3.3334683083Desire the Earl to see me in my tent.

5.3.3434693084Yet one thing more, good Blunt, before thou goest:

5.3.3534703085Where is Lord Stanley quartered, dost thou know?

Unless I have mista'en his colors much,

5.3.3734723087Which well I am assured I have not done,

5.3.3834733088His regiment lies half a mile at least

5.3.3934743089South from the mighty power of the King.

If without peril it be possible,

5.3.4134763091Sweet Blunt, make some good means to speak with him

5.3.4234773092And give him from me this most needful scroll.

Upon my life, my lord, I'll undertake it.

Farewell, good Blunt. [Exit Blunt.]

5.3.4534593095Give me some ink and paper in my tent;

5.3.4634603096I'll draw the form and model of our battle,

5.3.4734613097Limit each leader to his several charge,

5.3.4834623098And part in just proportion our small strength.

5.3.4934813099Come, 3482let us consult upon tomorrow's business;

5.3.5034833100Into our tent, the air is raw and cold.

What is o'clock?

It is six o'clock, full supper time.

I will not sup tonight. 3489Give me some ink and paper;

5.3.56[A soldier exits.]

5.3.5734903106What? Is my beaver easier than it was?

5.3.5834913107And all my armor laid into my tent?

It is, my liege, and all things are in readiness.

Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge,

5.3.6134943110Use careful watch, choose trusty sentinel.

I go, my lord.

Stir with the lark tomorrow, gentle Norfolk.

I warrant you, my lord.

Catesby.

My lord?

Send out a pursuivant-at-arms

5.3.6935013117To Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his power

5.3.7035023118Before sun rising lest his son George fall

5.3.7135033119Into the blind cave of eternal night.

5.3.7335043120Fill me a bowl of wine, give me a watch,

5.3.7435053121Saddle white Surrey for the field tomorrow;

5.3.7535063122Look that my staves be sound and not too heavy. Ratcliffe.

My lord?

Saw'st thou the melancholy Lord Northumberland?

Thomas the Earl of Surrey and himself

5.3.8035103126Much about cockshut time from troop to troop

5.3.8135113127Went through the army cheering up the soldiers.

So, I am satisfied; give me a bowl of wine.

5.3.8435133129I have not that alacrity of spirit

5.3.8535143130Nor cheer of mind that I was wont to have.

5.3.8735153131Set it down.

Set it down. 5.3.89Is ink and paper ready?

It is, my lord.

Bid my guard watch, leave me.

5.3.9335183134Ratcliffe, about the mid of night come to my tent

5.3.9435193135And help to arm me. Leave me I say.

Fortune and victory sit on thy helm!

All comfort that the dark night can afford

5.3.9935233139Be to thy person, noble father-in-law.

5.3.10035243140Tell me, how fares our loving mother?

I by attorney bless thee from thy mother

5.3.10235263142Who prays continually for Richmond's good;

5.3.10335273143So much for that. The silent hours steal on

5.3.10435283144And flaky darkness breaks within the east.

5.3.10535293145In brief, for so the season bids us be:

5.3.10635303146Prepare thy battle early in the morning,

5.3.10735313147And put thy fortune to the arbitrement

5.3.10835323148Of bloody strokes and mortal-staring War.

5.3.10935333149I as I may, (that which I would, I cannot),

5.3.11035343150With best advantage will deceive the time

5.3.11135353151And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms,

5.3.11235363152But on thy side I may not be too forward,

5.3.11335373153Lest being seen, thy brother, tender George

5.3.11435383154Be executed in his father's sight.

5.3.11535393155Farewell. The leisure and the fearful time

5.3.11635403156Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love

5.3.11735413157And ample interchange of sweet discourse

5.3.11835423158Which so-long-sundered friends should dwell upon.

5.3.11935433159God give us leisure for these rites of love!

5.3.12035443160Once more adieu, be valiant and speed well.

Good lords, conduct him to his regiment;

5.3.12235463162I'll strive with troubled thoughts to take a nap

5.3.12335473163Lest leaden slumber peise me down tomorrow,

5.3.12435483164When I should mount with wings of victory.

5.3.12535493165Once more good night, kind lords and gentlemen.

5.3.12735513166O thou, whose captain I account myself,

5.3.12835523167Look on my forces with a gracious eye:

5.3.12935533168Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath

5.3.13035543169That they may crush down with a heavy fall

5.3.13135553170The usurping helmets of our adversaries.

5.3.13235563171Make us thy ministers of chastisement

5.3.13335573172That we may praise thee in the victory;

5.3.13435583173To thee I do commend my watchful soul

5.3.13535593174Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes;

5.3.13635603175Sleeping and waking, O defend me still.

To Ri[chard] Let me sit heavy on thy soul tomorrow.

5.3.14035643179Think how thou stabd'st me in my prime of youth

5.3.14135653180At Tewkesbury; despair therefore and die.

5.3.14235663181To Rich[mond] Be cheerful Richmond, 3567for the wrongèd souls

5.3.14335683182Of butchered princes fight in thy behalf;

5.3.14435693183King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thee.

To Ri[chard] When I was mortal, my anointed body

5.3.14835723186By thee was punchèd full of deadly holes;

5.3.14935733187Think on the Tower and me, despair and die;

5.3.15035743188Harry the Sixth bids thee despair and die.

5.3.15135753189To Rich[mond] Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror;

5.3.15235763190Harry that prophesied thou shouldst be King

5.3.15335773191Doth comfort thee in thy sleep; live and flourish.[Exit.]

[To Richard] Let me sit heavy in thy soul tomorrow,

5.3.15635803194I that was washed to death with fulsome wine,

5.3.15735813195Poor Clarence, by thy guile betrayed to death:

5.3.15835823196Tomorrow in the battle think on me

5.3.15935833197And fall thy edgeless sword; despair and die.

5.3.1603584To Rich[mond] Thou offspring of the House of Lancaster,

5.3.16135853199The wrongèd heirs of York do pray for thee.

5.3.16235863200Good angels guard thy battle, live and flourish.[Exit.]

[To Richard] Let me sit heavy in thy soul tomorrow,

5.3.16535893203Rivers that died at Pomfret; despair and die.

[To Richard] Think upon Grey and let thy soul despair.

[To Richard] Think upon Vaughan and, with guilty fear,

5.3.16835923206Let fall thy lance, despair and die.

To Ri[chmond] Awake 3594and think our wrongs in Richard's bosom

5.3.17035953208Will conquer him: awake and win the day.[Exeunt.]

5.3.17236043210GhostsTo Ri[chard] Dream on thy cousins 3605smothered in the Tower;

5.3.17336063211Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard,

5.3.17436073212And weigh thee down to ruin, shame and death;

5.3.17536083213Thy nephews' souls bid thee despair and die.

5.3.17636093214To Rich[mond] Sleep, Richmond, 3610sleep in peace and wake in joy;

5.3.17736113215Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy;

5.3.17836123216Live and beget a happy race of kings;

5.3.17936133217Edward's unhappy sons do bid thee flourish.[Exeunt.]

[To Richard] Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake

5.3.18235983220And in a bloody battle end thy days;

5.3.18335993221Think on Lord Hastings, despair and die.

5.3.18436003222To Rich[mond] Quiet, untroubled soul, 3601awake, awake,

5.3.18536023223Arm, fight and conquer for fair England's sake.[Exit.]

[To Richard] Richard, thy wife, 3616that wretched Anne thy wife

5.3.18836173226That never slept a quiet hour with thee

5.3.18936183227Now fills thy sleep with perturbations;

5.3.19036193228Tomorrow in the battle think on me

5.3.19136203229And fall thy edgeless sword; despair and die.

5.3.19236213230To Rich[mond] Thou quiet soul, 3622sleep thou a quiet sleep,

5.3.19336233231Dream of success and happy victory,

5.3.19436243232Thy adversary's wife doth pray for thee.

The first was I 3627that helped thee to the crown,

5.3.19836283235The last was I that felt thy tyranny;

5.3.19936293236Oh, in the battle think on Buckingham

5.3.20036303237And die in terror of thy guiltiness.

5.3.20136313238Dream on, dream on of bloody deeds and death,

5.3.20236323239Fainting, despair; despairing, yield thy breath.

36333240To Rich[mond] I died for hope 3634ere I could lend thee aid,

5.3.20336353241But cheer thy heart and be thou not dismayed;

5.3.20436363242God and good angels fight on Richmond's side,

5.3.20536373243And Richard falls in height of all his pride.[Exit.]

Give me another horse! Bind up my wounds!

5.3.20836403246Have mercy Jesu -- soft, I did but dream.

5.3.20936413247O coward Conscience, how dost thou afflict me?

5.3.21036423248The lights burn blue, it is now dead midnight,

5.3.21136433249Cold, fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh.

5.3.21236443250What do I fear? Myself? There's none else by;

5.3.21336453251Richard loves Richard, that is I, and I,

5.3.21436463252Is there a murderer here? No -- Yes, I am.

5.3.21536473253Then fly -- what, from myself? Great reason, why?

5.3.21636483254Lest I revenge. What, myself upon myself?

5.3.21736493255Alack, I love myself -- Wherefore? For any good

5.3.21836503256That I myself have done unto myself?

5.3.21936513257O no, alas, I rather hate myself

5.3.22036523258For hateful deeds committed by myself:

5.3.22136533259I am a villain -- yet I lie, I am not.

5.3.22236543260Fool, of thyself speak well -- fool do not flatter,

5.3.22336553261My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,

5.3.22436563262And every tongue brings in a several tale,

5.3.22536573263And every tale condemns me for a villain.

5.3.22636583264Perjury, perjury in the highest degree,

5.3.22736593265Murder, stern murder, in the direst degree.

5.3.22836603266All several sins, all used in each degree

5.3.22936613267Throng to the bar, crying all, "Guilty, guilty!"

5.3.23036623268I shall despair, there is no creature loves me,

5.3.23136633269And if I die no soul will pity me;

5.3.23236643270And wherefore should they, since that I myself

5.3.23336653271Find in myself no pity to myself.

5.3.23436663272Methought the souls of all that I had murdered,

5.3.23536673273Came to my tent, and every one did threat

5.3.23636683274Tomorrow's vengeance on the head of Richard.

My lord.

Zounds! Who is there?

Ratcliffe, my lord, 'tis I; the early village cock

5.3.24136733279Hath twice done salutation to the morn;

5.3.24236743280Your friends are up, and buckle on their armor.

Oh, Ratcliffe, I have dreamed a fearful dream;

5.3.2443674.23282What think'st thou, will our friends prove all true?

No doubt, my lord.

O Ratcliffe, I fear, I fear.

Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of shadows.

By the Apostle Paul, shadows tonight

5.3.24936783287Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard

5.3.25036793288Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers

5.3.25136803289Armèd in proof and led by shallow Richmond.

5.3.25236813290'Tis not yet near day; come, go with me:

5.3.25336823291Under our tents I'll play the eavesdropper

5.3.25436833292To see if any mean to shrink from me.

Good morrow, Richmond.

Cry mercy, lords and watchful gentlemen,

5.3.25936893296That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard here.

How have you slept, my lord?

The sweetest sleep, 3692and fairest-boding dreams

5.3.26236933299That ever entered in a drowsy head

5.3.26336943300Have I since your departure had, my lords;

5.3.26436953301Methought their souls whose bodies Richard murdered

5.3.26536963302Came to my tent and cried on victory.

5.3.26636973303I promise you, my soul is very jocund

5.3.26736983304In the remembrance of so fair a dream.

5.3.26836993305How far into the morning is it, lords?

Upon the stroke of four.

Why then, 'tis time to arm and give direction.

5.3.27237033309More than I have said, loving countrymen,

5.3.27337043310The leisure and enforcement of the time

5.3.27437053311Forbids to dwell upon; yet remember this:

5.3.27537063312God and our good cause fight upon our side;

5.3.27637073313The prayers of holy saints and wrongèd souls,

5.3.27737083314Like high-reared bulwarks stand before our faces.

5.3.27837093315Richard except, those whom we fight against

5.3.27937103316Had rather have us win than him they follow;

5.3.28037113317For what is he they follow? Truly, gentlemen,

5.3.28137123318A bloody tyrant and a homicide.

5.3.28237133319One raised in blood, and one in blood established,

5.3.28337143320One that made means to come by what he hath

5.3.28437153321And slaughtered those that were the means to help him;

5.3.28537163322A base, foul stone, made precious by the foil

5.3.28637173323Of England's chair, where he is falsely set;

5.3.28737183324One that hath ever been God's enemy.

5.3.28837193325Then, if you fight against God's enemy,

5.3.28937203326God will in justice ward you as his soldiers;

5.3.29037213327If you do sweat to put a tyrant down,

5.3.29137223328You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain;

5.3.29237233329If you do fight against your country's foes,

5.3.29337243330Your country's fat shall pay your pains the hire;

5.3.29437253331If you do fight in safeguard of your wives,

5.3.29537263332Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors;

5.3.29637273333If you do free your children from the sword,

5.3.29737283334Your children's children quits it in your age:

5.3.29837293335Then, in the name of God and all these rights,

5.3.29937303336Advance your standards! Draw your willing swords!

5.3.30037313337For me, the ransom of my bold attempt

5.3.30137323338Shall be this cold corpse on the earth's cold face:

5.3.30237333339But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt,

5.3.30337343340The least of you shall share his part thereof.

5.3.30437353341Sound drums and trumpets boldly and cheerfully,

5.3.30637363342God and Saint George! Richmond and victory!

What said Northumberland as touching Richmond?

That he was never trainèd up in arms.

He said the truth, and what said Surrey then?

He smiled and said, "The better for our purpose".

He was in the right, and so indeed it is --

5.3.31537433349Tell the clock there!

5.3.31637443350Give me a calendar;

5.3.317Who saw the sun today?

Not I, my lord.

Then he disdains to shine, for by the book

5.3.32137473353He should have braved the east an hour ago;

5.3.32237483354A black day will it be to somebody. Ratcliffe.

My lord.

The sun will not be seen today,

5.3.32537513357The sky doth frown and lour upon our army.

5.3.32637523358I would these dewy tears were from the ground.

5.3.32737533359Not shine today? Why, what is that to me

5.3.32837543360More than to Richmond, for the self-same heaven

5.3.32937553361That frowns on me looks sadly upon him.

Arm, arm my lord, the foe vaunts in the field.

Come, bustle, bustle, caparison my horse,

5.3.33337593365Call up Lord Stanley, bid him bring his power.

5.3.33537603366I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain

5.3.33637613367And thus my battle shall be ordered:

5.3.33737623368My forward shall be drawn out all in length

5.3.33837633369Consisting equally of horse and foot;

5.3.33937643370Our archers shall be placèd in the midst;

5.3.34037653371John Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Earl of Surrey

5.3.34137663372Shall have the leading of this foot and horse.

5.3.34237673373They thus directed, we will follow

5.3.34337683374In the main battle, whose puissance on either side

5.3.34437693375Shall be well wingèd with our chiefest horse;

5.3.34537703376This, and Saint George to boot; 3771what think'st thou, Norfolk?

A good direction, warlike sovereign,

5.3.34837733378This found I on my tent this morning.

A thing devisèd by the enemy.

5.3.35237773382Go, gentlemen, every man unto his charge;

5.3.35337783383Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls;

5.3.35437793384Conscience is but a word that cowards use,

5.3.35537803385Devised at first to keep the strong in awe.

5.3.35637813386Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law.

5.3.35737823387March on, join bravely, let us to it pell mell,

5.3.35837833388If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell!

5.3.36037843390What shall I say more than I have inferred?

5.3.36137853391Remember whom you are to cope withal,

5.3.36237863392A sort of vagabonds, rascals and runaways,

5.3.36337873393A scum of Bretons and base lackey peasants

5.3.36437883394Whom their o'er-cloyèd country vomits forth

5.3.36537893395To desperate adventures and assured destruction;

5.3.36637903396You sleeping safe, they bring to you unrest,

5.3.36737913397You having lands and blest with beauteous wives,

5.3.36837923398They would restrain the one, distain the other;

5.3.36937933399And who doth lead them but a paltry fellow,

5.3.37037943400Long kept in Brittany at our mother's cost,

5.3.37137953401A milksop, one that never in his life

5.3.37237963402Felt so much cold as over shoes in snow.

5.3.37337973403Let's whip these stragglers o'er the seas again,

5.3.37437983404Lash hence these overweening rags of France,

5.3.37537993405These famished beggars weary of their lives

5.3.37638003406Who, but for dreaming on this fond exploit,

5.3.37738013407For want of means, poor rats, had hanged themselves;

5.3.37838023408If we be conquered, let men conquer us

5.3.37938033409And not these bastard Bretons, whom our fathers

5.3.38038043410Have in their own land beaten, bobbed and thumped,

5.3.38138053411And in record left them the heirs of shame.

5.3.38238063412Shall these enjoy our lands? lie with our wives?

5.3.38438073413Ravish our daughters? --

Ravish our daughters? -- 3808hark, I hear their drum:

5.3.38638093414Fight, gentlemen of England; fight, bold yeomen;

5.3.38738103415Draw archers, draw your arrows to the head;

5.3.38838113416Spur your proud horses hard and ride in blood;

5.3.38938123417Amaze the welkin with your broken staves!

What says Lord Stanley, will he bring his power?

My lord, he doth deny to come.

Off with his son George's head!

My lord, the enemy is past the marsh;

5.3.39538183422After the battle let George Stanley die.

A thousand hearts are great within my bosom;

5.3.39738203424Advance our standards, set upon our foes,

5.3.39838213425Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George,

5.3.39938223426Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons.

5.3.40038233427Upon them! Victory sits on our helms!