King R.
Cat.

Cat.
What would your majesty?

King R.
Send out
Some one after Stanley, he's a scout;
Bid him meet me at the George 'fore morn,
For I have gotten his son's head in pawn;
And if he don't redeem it as I say,
Or the full interest now come and pay,
I'll put it up for sale, without delay. [Catesby goes out and returns, L. H.
Good Norfolk, get you to your post,
And of your pluck be sure you make the most.

Nor.
I shall, my lord.

King R.
Saddle grey Neddy
For the field—is ink and paper ready?

Cat.
It is, my lord.

Air, “Giles Scroggins.”
By goles, I think I've got the vapours,
Ri, tol, &c.
Play up louder, cat-gut scrapers,
Ri, tol, &c.
Come forth, my sword, thy hilt is dusty,
Thy sheath doth now look old and musty,
And thy blade has grown quite rusty,
Ri, tol, &c.
Here, take it, Catesby, to be ground,
Ri, tol, &c.
For the edge is now quite round,
Ri, tol, &c.
Then haste, my Catesby, haste away,
It must be done without delay,
Hold! here's the blunt which you must pay,
Ri, tol, &c. [Giving him money. [Exeunt King Richard, R. H. Catesby and Ratcliff, L. H.

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