K. Rich.
What is't o' clock?

Cates.
It's supper time, my lord;
It's nine a clock.

K. Rich.
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?

Cates.
It is, my Liege, and all things are in readiness.

K. Rich.
Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge,
Use careful watch, chuse trusty centinels.

Nor.
I go, my lord.

K. Rich.
Stir with the lark to morrow, gentle Norfolk.

Nor.
I warrant you, my lord. [Exit.

K. Rich.
Catesby,—

Cates.
My lord.

K. Rich.
Send out a pursuivant at arms
To Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his Power
Before Sun-rising, lest his son George fall
Into the blind Cave of eternal Night.
Fill me a bowl of wine—give me a watch— [To Ratcliff.
Saddle white Surrey for the field to morrow:
Look, that my staves be sound, and not too heavy.
Ratcliff—

Rat.
My lord?

K. Rich.
Saw'st thou the melancholy lord Northumberland?

Rat.
Thomas the Earl of Surrey, and himself,
Much about cock-shut time, from troop to troop
Went through the army, cheering up the soldiers.

K. Rich.
I am satisfy'd; give me a bowl of wine.
I have not that alacrity of spirit,
Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have—
There, set it down. Is ink and paper ready?

Rat.
It is, my lord.

K. Rich.
Bid my Guard watch, and leave me.
About the mid of night come to my tent,
And help to arm me. Leave me now, I say. [Exit Ratcliff.

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