Richm.
The weary Sun hath made a golden Set,
And, by the bright tract of his fiery car,
Gives signal of a goodly day to morrow.
Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my standard:
The Earl of Pembroke keep 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 Blunt, before thou goest;
Where is lord Stanley quarter'd, dost thou know?

Blunt.
Unless I have mista'en his Colours much,
(Which, well I am assur'd, I have not done)
His regiment lyes half a mile at least
South from the mighty Power of the King.

Richm.
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.

Blunt.
Upon my life, my lord, I'll undertake it.

Richm.
Give me some ink and paper; in my tent
I'll draw the form and model of our battel,
Limit each leader to his several charge,
And part in just proportion our small strength.
Let us consult upon to morrow's business;
In to our tent, the air is raw and cold. [They withdraw into the tent.

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