The Tragedy
34523074For Lordes, to morrow is a bu
sie day.
Exeunt. 34533075Enter Richmond with the Lordes, &c. 34553076Rich. The wearie
sonne hath made a golden
sete,
34563077And by the bright tracke of his
fierie Carre,
34573078Giues
signall of a goodlie day to morrow,
34583079Where is Sir William Brandon, he
shall beare my
standerd,
34653080The Earle of Pembroke keepe his regiment,
34663081Good captaine Blunt, beare my good night to him,
34673082And by the
second houre in the morning,
34683083De
sire the Earle to
see me in my tent.
34693084Yet one thing more, good Blunt before thou goe
st:
34703085Where is Lord Stanlie quarterd, doe
st thou know.
34713086Blunt. Vnle
sse I haue mi
stane his coulers much,
34723087Which well
I am a
ssur'd,
I haue not done,
34733088His regiment, lies halfe a mile at lea
st,
34743089South from the mightie power of the king.
34753090Rich. If without perill it be po
ssible,
34763091Good captaine Blunt beare my good night to him,
34773092And giue him from me, this mo
st needefull
scrowle.
34783093Blunt. Vpon my life my Lord, Ile vndertake it.
34593095Giue me
some inke, and paper, in my tent,
34603096Ile drawe the forme, and modle of our battel,
34613097Limit each leader to his
seuerall charge,
34623098And part in iu
st proportion our
small
strength,
34823099Come, let vs con
sult vpon tomorrowes bu
sines,
34833100In to our tent, the aire is rawe and cold.
34853101Enter king Richard, Norff. Ratcliffe 34873104Cat. It is
sixe of clocke, full
supper time.
34883105King. I will not
sup to night, giue me
some inke and paper,
34903106What? is my beuer ea
sier then it was?,
34913107And all my armour laid into my tent
? 34923108Cat, It is my Liege, and all thinges are in readines.
34933109King. Good Nor
ffolke, hie thee to thy charge,
34943110V
se carefull watch, chu
se tru
stie centinell.
Sturr