And look, your heart be firm, Or else, his head's assurance is but frail. Stanley. As I prove true, my lord, so deal with him. Enter RATCLIFF. [Exit. Ratcliff. My lord, the army of great Buckingham, By sudden floods, and fall of waters, Is half lost, and scatter'd : And he himself wander'd away, alone, Glost. Has any careful officer proclaim'd Ratcliff. Such proclamation has been made, my lord. Enter CATESBY. Catesby. My liege, the Duke of Buckingham is taken. Glost. Off with his head!-so much for Buckingham. Catesby. My lord, I am sorry I must tell more news. Glost. Out with it! Catesby. The Earl of Richmond, with a mighty power, Is landed, sir, at Milford; And, to confirm the news, Lord Marquis Dorset, By Heav'n, the news alarms my stirring soul! [Exit. ACT THE FIFTH. SCENE I. The Country. Enter RICHMOND, SIR W. BRANDON, SIR R. Rich. Thus far, into the bowels of the land, Is now even in the centre of the isle, As we're inform'd, near to the town of Leicester: Or fame, more lasting, from a well-fought war. Who look'd, methought, but cold, before-dishearten'd, With the unequal numbers of the foe. Rich. Why, double them, still our cause would conquer them. Thrice is he arm'd, that has his quarrel just; And he, but naked, though lock'd up in steel, Sir W. Brand. He has no friends, but what are such, through fear. Rich. And we, no foes, but what are such to Heav'n. Then, doubt not, Heav'n's for us-let's on, my friends; True hope ne'er tires, but mounts, with eagles' wings; Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Bosworth Field. Enter GLOSTER, NORFOLK, RATCLIFF, &c. Glost. Here pitch our tent, even in Bosworth Field: My good Lord of Norfolk, the cheerful speed Of your supply, hast merited my thanks. Nor. I am rewarded, sir, in having power To serve your majesty. Glost. You have our thanks, my tent! lord : up with my Here I will lie, to-night-but where to-morrow? Nor. My lord, as I from spies am well inform'd, Six or seven thousand is their utmost power. Glost. Why, our battalions treble that account; Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength, Which they, upon the adverse faction, want. Nor. Their wants are greater yet, my lord—those e'en Of motion, life, and spirit. Did you but know The greedy crows, fly, hovering o'er their heads, Glost. Now, by St. Paul, we'll send them dinners and apparel! Nay, give their fasting horses provender, And after, fight them.-How long must we stay, Nor. Unless their famine saves our swords that la bour, To-morrow's sun will light them to their ruin; Glost. The sooner, still the better--Come, my lords, Now let's survey the 'vantage of the ground- Nor. My gracious lord Glost. What say'st thou, Norfolk? Nor. Might I advise your majesty, you yet Shall save the blood that may be shed to-morrow. Glost. How so, my lord? Nor. The poor condition of the rebels tells me, That, on a pardon offer'd to the lives Of those, who instantly shall quit their arms, Young Richmond, ere to-morrow's dawn, were friendless. Glost. Why, that, indeed, was our sixth Harry's way, Which made his reign one scene of rude commotion. I'll be, in men's despite, a monarch; no, Let kings that fear, forgive-Blows and revenge for me. [Exeunt. SCENE III. A Wood. Enter RICHMOND, OXFORD, BLUNT, &c. Rich. The weary sun has made a golden set, Enter OFFICER. Offi. Sir, a gentleman, that calls himself Stanley, Desires admittance to the Earl of Richmond. Rich. Now, by our hopes, my noble father-in-law! Admit him-my good friends, your leave awhile. Enter LORD STANLEY. My honour'd father! on my soul, The joy of seeing you this night, is more Than my most knowing hopes presag'd-what news? Stanley. I, by commission, bless thee from thy mother, |