3. SCENE III. Bosworth Field.
[Enter KING RICHARD and Forces; the DUKE OF NORFOLK, the EARL of
SURREY, and others.]
Here pitch our tents, even here in Bosworth field.--
My Lord of Surrey, why look you so sad?
My heart is ten times lighter than my looks.
My Lord of Norfolk,--
Here, most gracious liege.
Norfolk, we must have knocks; ha! must we not?
We must both give and take, my loving lord.
Up With my tent! Here will I lie to-night;
[Soldiers begin to set up the King's tent.]
But where to-morrow? Well, all's one for that.--
Who hath descried the number of the traitors?
Six or seven thousand is their utmost power.
Why, our battalia trebles that account:
Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength,
Which they upon the adverse faction want.--
Up with the tent!--Come, noble gentlemen,
Let us survey the vantage of the ground;--
Call for some men of sound direction:--
Let's lack no discipline, make no delay;
For, lords, to-morrow is a busy day.
[Enter, on the other side of the field, RICHMOND, SIR WILLIAM
BRANDON, OXFORD, and other Lords. Some of the Soldiers pitch
The weary sun hath made a golden set,
And by the bright tract of his fiery car
Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.
Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my standard.--
Give me some ink and paper in my tent:
I'll draw the form and model of our battle,
Limit each leader to his several charge,
And part in just proportion our small power.--
My Lord of Oxford,--you, Sir William Brandon,--
And you, Sir Walter Herbert,--stay with me.--
The Earl of Pembroke keeps his regiment:--
Good Captain Blunt, bear my good night to him,
And by the second hour in the morning
Desire the earl to see me in my tent:
Yet one thing more, good captain, do for me,--
Where is Lord Stanley quarter'd, do you know?