And Rice-ap-Thomas, with a valiant crew; Stan. Well, hie thee to thy lord; commend me to him; Tell him the queen hath heartily consented [Gives Papers to Sir CHRISTOPHER. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. Salisbury. An open Place. Enter the Sheriff, and Guard, with BUCKINGHAM, led to Execution. Buck. Will not king Richard let me speak with him? Sher. No, my good lord: therefore be patient. Buck. Hastings and Edward's children, Rivers, Grey, Holy king Henry, and thy fair son Edward, Vaughan, and all that have miscarried By underhand corrupted foul injustice: If that your moody discontented souls Do through the clouds behold this present hour, Even for revenge, mock my destruction ! This is All-Souls' day, fellows, is it not? Sher. It is, my lord. Buck. Why, then All-Souls' day is my body's doomsday. This is the day, which, in king Edward's time, I wish'd might fall on me, when I was found By the false faith of him whom most I trusted: Come, sirs, convey me to the block of shame; SCENE II. Plain near Tamworth. Enter, with Drum and Colours, RICHMOND, OXFORD, Sir JAMES BLUNT, Sir WALTER HERBERT, and Others, with Forces, marching. Richm. Fellows in arms, and my most loving friends, Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny, Thus far into the bowels of the land Have we march'd on without impediment; And here receive we from our father Stanley The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar, That spoil'd your summer fields, and fruitful vines, Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his trough In your embowell'd bosoms, this foul swine Is the determin'd respite of my wrongs.] Hanmer has rightly explained it, the time to which the punishment of his wrongs was respited. Wrongs in this line means wrongs done, or injurious practices. 1 Lies now even in the center of this isle, : Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn By this one bloody trial of sharp war. Oxf. Every man's conscience is a thousand swords, To fight against that bloody homicide. Herb. I doubt not, but his friends will turn to us. Blunt. He hath no friends, but who are friends for fear; Which, in his dearest need, will fly from him. Richm. All for our vantage. Then, in God's name, march: True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings, [Exeunt. SCENE III. Bosworth Field. Enter King RICHARD, and Forces; the Duke of NORFOLK, Earl of SURREY, and Others. K. Rich. Here pitch our tents, even here in Bosworth field. My lord of Surrey, why look you so sad? Sur. My heart is ten times lighter than my looks. Nor. Here, most gracious liege. K. Rich. Norfolk, we must have knocks; Ha! must we not? Nor. We must both give and take, my loving lord. K. Rich. Up with my tent: Here will I lie to-night; [Soldiers begin to set up the King's Tent. 4 Lies now-] i. e. sojourns. But where, to-morrow? Well, all's one for that. -- [Exeunt. Enter, on the other side of the Field, RICHMOND, Sir Richm. The weary sun hath made a golden set, Blunt. Unless I have mista'en his colours much, (Which, well I am assur'd, I have not done,) 5 sound direction:] True judgment; tried military skill. 6 Limit - i. e. appoint. 7 keeps his regiment ;] i. e. remains with it. His regiment lies half a mile at least Sweet Blunt, make some good means to speak with him, And give him from me this most needful note. Blunt. Upon my life, my lord, I'll undertake it; And so, God give you quiet rest to-night! gentlemen, Let us consult upon to-morrow's business; Come, [They withdraw into the Tent. Enter, to his Tent, King RICHARD, Norfolk, Ratcliff, and CATESBY. Give me some ink and paper. What, is my beaver easier than it was? And all my armour laid into my tent? Cate. It is, my liege; and all things are in readiness. K. Rich. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge; Use careful watch, choose trusty sentinels. Nor. I go, my lord. K. Rich. Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle Nor folk. Nor. I warrant you, my lord. K. Rich. Ratcliff, Rat. My lord? measure. [Exit. make some good means-] i. e. adopt some convenient 9 It's nine o'clock.] I think, we ought to read — sir instead of nine, as in the quarto edition. A supper at so late an hour as nine o'clock, in the year 1485, would have been a prodigy. STEEVENS. Mr. Malone reads six, and "full supper time." |