Rich.
The weary sun has made a golden set,

And by yon ruddy brightness of the clouds,
Gives tokens of a goodly day to-morrow.
Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my standard.
Here have I drawn the model of our battle,
Which parts in just proportion our small power:
Here may each leader know his several charge.
My lord of Oxford, you sir Walter Herbert,
And you, Sir William Brandon, stay with me:
The earl of Pembroke keeps his regiment. Enter Soldier.

Sol.
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,
Who prays continually for Richmond's good:
The queen too, has with tears of joy consented
Thou shouldst espouse Elizabeth her daughter,
At whom the tyrant Richard closely aims.
In brief (for now the shortest moment of
My stay is bought with hazard of my life)
Prepare thy battle early in the morning,
(For so the season of affairs requires)
And this be sure of, I, upon the first
Occasion offer'd, will deceive some eyes,
And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms,
In which I had more forward been, ere this,
But that the life of thy young brother George,
(Whom for my pawn of faith stern Richard keeps)
Would then be forfeit to his wild revenge.
Farewel, the rude enforcement of the time,
Denies me to renew those vows of love,
Which so-long-sunder'd friends should dwell upon.

Rich.
We may meet again, my lord—

Stanley.
Till then, once more farewel—be resolute, and conquer. [Exit.

Rich.
Give him safe conduct to his regiment.
Well, sirs, to-morrow proves a busy day;
But come, the night's far spent—let's in to council;
Captain, an hour before the sun gets up,
Let me be wak'd—I will in person walk
From tent to tent, and early chear the soldiers. [Exeunt.

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