King Richard

Here pitch our tent, even here in Bosworth field.

My Lord of Surrey, why look you so sad?

Surrey

My heart is ten times lighter than my looks.

King Richard

My Lord of Norfolk, —

Norfolk

Here, most gracious liege.

King Richard

Norfolk, we must have knocks; ha! must we not?

Norfolk

We must both give and take, my loving lord.

King Richard

Up with my tent! here will I lie to-night;

But where to-morrow? Well, all's one for that.

Who hath descried the number of the traitors?

Norfolk

Six or seven thousand is their utmost power.

King Richard

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. Exeunt.Enter, on the other side of the field, RICHMOND, SIR WILLIAM BRANDON, OXFORD, and others, Some of the Soldiers pitch Richmond's tent.

Richmond

The weary sun hath made a golden set,

And, by the bright track 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 quartered, do you know?

Blount

Unless I have mista'en his colours much,

Which well I am assured I have not done,

His regiment lies half a mile at least

South from the mighty power of the king.

Richmond

If without peril it be possible,

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

And give him from me this most needful note.

Blount

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

And so, God give you quiet rest to-night!

Richmond

Good night, good Captain Blunt. Come, gentlemen,

Let us consult upon to-morrow's business:

In to my tent; the dew is raw and cold. They withdraw into the tent.Enter, to his tent, KING RICHARD, NORFOLK, RATCLIFF, CATESBY, and others.

King Richard

What is't o'clock?

Catesby

It's suppertime, my lord;

It's nine o'clock.

King Richard

I will not sup to-night.

Give me some ink and paper.

What, is my beaver easier than it was?

And all my armour laid into my tent?

Catesby

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

King Richard

Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge;

Use careful watch, choose trusty sentinels.

Norfolk

I go, my lord.

King Richard

Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle Norfolk.

Norfolk

I warrant you, my lord. Exit.

King Richard

Catesby!

Catesby

My lord?

King Richard

Send out a pursuivant-at-arms

To Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his power

Before sunrising, lest his son George fall

Into the blind cave of eternal night. Exit Catesby.

Fill me a bowl of wine. Give me a watch.

Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow.

Look that my staves be sound, and not too heavy.

Ratcliff!

Ratcliff

My lord?

King Richard

Saw'st thou the melancholy Lord Northumberland?

Ratcliff

Thomas the Earl of Surrey, and himself,

Much about cock-shut time, from troop to troop

Went through the army, cheering up the soldiers.

King Richard

So, I am satisfied. Give me a bowl of wine:

I have not that alacrity of spirit,

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

Set it down. Is ink and paper ready?

Ratcliff

It is, my lord.

King Richard

Bid my guard watch; leave me.

Ratcliff, about the mid of night come to my tent

And help to arm me. Leave me, I say. Exeunt Ratcliff and the other Attendants.Enter DERBY to RICHMOND in his tent, Lords and others attending.

Stanley

Fortune and victory sit on thy helm!

Richmond

All comfort that the dark night can afford

Be to thy person, noble father-in-law!

Tell me, how fares our loving mother?

Stanley

I, by attorney, bless thee from thy mother,

Who prays continually for Richmond's good:

So much for that. The silent hours steal on,

And flaky darkness breaks within the east.

In brief, — for so the season bids us be, —

Prepare thy battle early in the morning,

And put thy fortune to the arbitrement

Of bloody strokes and mortal-staring war.

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

With best advantage will deceive the time,

And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms:

But on thy side I may not be too forward

Lest, being seen, thy brother, tender George,

Be executed in his father's sight.

Farewell: the leisure and the fearful time

Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love

And ample interchange of sweet discourse,

Which so long sundered friends should dwell upon:

God give us leisure for these rites of love!

Once more, adieu: be valiant, and speed well!

Richmond

Good lords, conduct him to his regiment:

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

Lest leaden slumber peise me down to-morrow,

When I should mount with wings of victory:

Once more, good night, kind lords and gentlemen. Exeunt all but Richmond.

O Thou, whose captain I account myself,

Look on my forces with a gracious eye;

Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath,

That they may crush down with a heavy fall

The usurping helmets of our adversaries!

Make us thy ministers of chastisement,

That we may praise thee in the victory!

To thee I do commend my watchful soul,

Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes:

Sleeping and waking, O, defend me still! Sleeps.Enter the Ghost of PRINCE EDWARD, son to HENRY the Sixth.

Ghost

To Richard

Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow!

Think, how thou stab'st me in my prime of youth

At Tewksbury: despair, therefore, and die!

To Richmond Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wronged souls

Of butchered princes fight in thy behalf:

King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thee. Enter the Ghost of HENRY the Sixth.

Ghost

To Richard

When I was mortal, my anointed body

By thee was punched full of deadly holes:

Think on the Tower and me: despair, and die!

Harry the Sixth bids thee despair and die!

To Richmond Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror!

Harry, that prophesied thou shouldst be king,

Doth comfort thee in thy sleep: live, and flourish! Enter the Ghost of CLARENCE.

Ghost

To Richard

Let me sit heavy in thy soul to-morrow!

I, that was washed to death with fulsome wine,

Poor Clarence, by thy guile betrayed to death!

To-morrow in the battle think on me,

And fall thy edgeless sword: despair, and die! —

To Richmond Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster,

The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee:

Good angels guard thy battle! live, and flourish! Enter the Ghosts of RIVERS, GREY, and VAUGHAN.

Ghost of Rivers

To Richard

Let me sit heavy in thy soul to-morrow,

Rivers, that died at Pomfret! despair, and die!

Ghost of Grey

To Richard

Think upon Grey, and let thy soul despair!

Vaughan

To Richard

Think upon Vaughan, and, with guilty fear,

Let fall thy lance: despair, and die!

All.

To Richmond

Awake and think our wrongs in Richard's bosom

Will conquer him! awake, and win the day!

Ghost

To Richard Dream on thy cousins smothered in the Tower:

Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard,

And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death!

Thy nephews' souls bid thee despair and die!

To Richmond Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake in joy;

Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy!

Live, and beget a happy race of kings!

Edward's unhappy sons do bid thee flourish.

Ghost

To Richard

Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake,

And in a bloody battle end thy days!

Think on Lord Hastings: despair, and die!

To Richmond Quiet untroubled soul, awake, awake!

Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake!

Ghost

To Richard

Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy wife,

That never slept a quiet hour with thee,

Now fills thy sleep with perturbations:

To-morrow in the battle think on me,

And fall thy edgeless sword: despair, and die!

To Richmond Thou quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep;

Dream of success and happy victory!

Thy adversary's wife doth pray for thee. Enter the Ghost of BUCKINGHAM.

Ghost

To Richard

The first was I that helped thee to the crown;

The last was I that felt thy tyranny:

O, in the battle think on Buckingham,

And die in terror of thy guiltiness!

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

Fainting, despair: despairing, yield thy breath!

To Richmond I died for hope ere I could lend thee aid:

But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismayed:

God and good angels fight on Richmond's side;

And Richard falls in height of all his pride. The Ghosts vanish. King Richard starts out of his dream.

King Richard

Give me another horse: bind up my wounds.

Have mercy, Jesu! — Soft! I did but dream.

O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!

The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight.

Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh.

What do I fear? myself? there's none else by:

Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.

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

Then fly. What, from myself? Great reason why:

Lest I revenge. What, myself upon myself?

Alack, I love myself. Wherefore? for any good

That I myself have done unto myself?

O, no! alas, I rather hate myself

For hateful deeds committed by myself!

I am a villain: yet I lie, I am not.

Fool, of thyself speak well: fool, do not flatter.

My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,

And every tongue brings in a several tale,

And every tale condemns me for a villain.

Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree;

Murder, stern murder, in the direst degree;

All several sins, all used in each degree,

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

I shall despair. There is no creature loves me;

And if I die, no soul will pity me:

And wherefore should they, since that I myself

Find in myself no pity to myself?

Methought the souls of all that I had murdered

Came to my tent; and every one did threat

To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard. Enter RATCLIFF.

Ratcliff

My lord!

King Richard

'Zounds! who is there?

Ratcliff

Ratcliff, my lord; 'tis I. The early village cock

Hath twice done salutation to the morn;

Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour.

King Richard

O Ratcliff, I have dreamed a fearful dream!

What thinkest thou, will our friends prove all true?

Ratcliff

No doubt, my lord.

King Richard

O Ratcliff, I fear, I fear, —

Ratcliff

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

King Richard

By the apostle Paul, shadows tonight

Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard

Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers

Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond.

'Tis not yet near day. Come, go with me;

Under our tents I'll play the eaves-dropper,

To see if any mean to shrink from me. Exeunt.Enter the Lords to RICHMOND, sitting in his tent.

Lords.

Good morrow, Richmond!

Richmond

Cry mercy, lords and watchful gentlemen,

That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard here.

Lords.

How have you slept, my lord?

Richmond

The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding dreams

That ever entered in a drowsy head,

Have I since your departure had, my lords.

Methought their souls, whose bodies Richard murdered,

Came to my tent, and cried on victory:

I promise you, my soul is very jocund

In the remembrance of so fair a dream.

How far into the morning is it, lords?

Lords.

Upon the stroke of four.

Richmond

Why, then 'tis time to arm and give direction. His oration to his soldiers.

More than I have said, loving countrymen,

The leisure and enforcement of the time

Forbids to dwell upon: yet remember this,

God and our good cause fight upon our side;

The prayers of holy saints and wronged souls,

Like high-reared bulwarks, stand before our faces;

Richard except, those whom we fight against

Had rather have us win than him they follow:

For what is he they follow? truly, gentlemen,

A bloody tyrant and a homicide;

One raised in blood, and one in blood established;

One that made means to come by what he hath,

And slaughtered those that were the means to help him;

A base foul stone, made precious by the foil

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

One that hath ever been God's enemy:

Then, if you fight against God's enemy,

God will in justice ward you as his soldiers;

If you do sweat to put a tyrant down,

You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain;

If you do fight against your country's foes,

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

If you do fight in safeguard of your wives,

Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors;

If you do free your children from the sword,

Your children's children quits it in your age.

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

Advance your standards, draw your willing swords.

For me, the ransom of my bold attempt

Shall be this cold corpse on the earth's cold face;

But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt

The least of you shall share his part thereof.

Sound drums and trumpets boldly and cheerfully;

God and Saint George! Richmond and victory! Exeunt.Re-enter KING RICHARD, RATCLIFF, Attendants and Forces.

King Richard

What said Northumberland as touching Richmond?

Ratcliff

That he was never trained up in arms.

King Richard

He said the truth: and what said Surrey then?

Ratcliff

He smiled and said “The better for our purpose.”

King Richard

He was in the right; and so indeed it is. Clock striketh.

Tell the clock there. Give me a calendar.

Who saw the sun to-day?

Ratcliff

Not I, my lord.

King Richard

Then he disdains to shine; for by the book

He should have braved the east an hour ago:

A black day will it be to somebody.

Ratcliff!

Ratcliff

My lord?

King Richard

The sun will not be seen to-day;

The sky doth frown and lour upon our army.

I would these dewy tears were from the ground.

Not shine to-day! Why, what is that to me

More than to Richmond? for the selfsame heaven

That frowns on me looks sadly upon him. Enter NORFOLK.

Norfolk

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

King Richard

Come, bustle, bustle; caparison my horse.

Call up Lord Stanley, bid him bring his power:

I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain,

And thus my battle shall be ordered:

My foreward shall be drawn out all in length,

Consisting equally of horse and foot;

Our archers shall be placed in the midst:

John Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Earl of Surrey,

Shall have the leading of this foot and horse.

They thus directed, we will follow

In the main battle, whose puissance on either side

Shall be well winged with our chiefest horse.

This, and Saint George to boot! What think'st thou, Norfolk?

Norfolk

A good direction, warlike sovereign.

This found I on my tent this morning. He sheweth him a paper.

King Richard

Reads

“Jockey of Norfolk, be not so bold,

For Dickon thy master is bought and sold.”

A thing devised by the enemy.

Go, gentlemen, every man unto his charge:

Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls:

Conscience is but a word that cowards use,

Devised at first to keep the strong in awe:

Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law.

March on, join bravely, let us to it pell-mell;

If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell. His oration to his Army.

What shall I say more than I have inferred?

Remember whom you are to cope withal;

A sort of vagabonds, rascals, and runaways,

A scum of Bretons, and base lackey peasants,

Whom their o'ercloyed country vomits forth

To desperate adventures and assured destruction.

You sleeping safe, they bring to you unrest;

You having lands, and blest with beauteous wives,

They would restrain the one, distain the other.

And who doth lead them but a paltry fellow,

Long kept in Bretagne at our mother's cost?

A milk-sop, one that never in his life

Felt so much cold as over shoes in snow?

Let's whip these stragglers o'er the seas again;

Lash hence these overweening rags of France,

These famished beggars, weary of their lives;

Who, but for dreaming on this fond exploit,

For want of means, poor rats, had hanged themselves:

If we be conquered, let men conquer us,

And not these bastard Bretons; whom our fathers

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

And in record, left them the heirs of shame.

Shall these enjoy our lands? lie with our wives?

Ravish our daughters? Drum afar off. Hark! I hear their drum.

Fight, gentlemen of England! fight, bold yeomen!

Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head!

Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood;

Amaze the welkin with your broken staves! Enter a Messenger.

What says Lord Stanley? will he bring his power

Messenger

My lord, he doth deny to come.

King Richard

Off with his son George's head!

Norfolk

My lord, the enemy is past the marsh:

After the battle let George Stanley die.

King Richard

A thousand hearts are great within my bosom:

Advance our standards, set upon our foes;

Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George,

Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons!

Upon them! victory sits on our helms. Exeunt.