Stan.
Fortune and victory sit on thy helm!

Richm.
All comfort that the dark night can afford,
Be to thy Person, noble father-in-law,
Tell me, how fares our loving mother?

Stan.
I, by attorney, bless thee from thy mother,
Who prays continually for Richmond's good:
So much for that—The silent hours steal on,
And flaky darkness breaks within the East.
In brief, for so the season bids us be,
Prepare thy battel early in the morning,
And put thy fortune to th' arbitrement
Of bloody strokes, and mortal staring war.
I, as I may, (that which I would, I cannot)
With best advantage will deceive the time,
And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms.
But on thy side I may not be too forward,
Lest (being seen) thy brother tender George
Be executed in his father's sight.
Farewel; the leisure, and the fearful time
Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love,
And ample enterchange of sweet discourse,
Which so-long-sundred friends should dwell upon.
God give us leisure for these rights of love.
Once more adieu, be valiant, and speed well.

Richm.
Good lords, conduct him to his regiment:
I'll strive, with troubled ^{a note}thoughts, to take a nap,
Lest leaden slumber poize me down to-morrow,

When I should mount with wings of victory:
Once more, good night, kind lords and gentlemen. [Exeunt. Manet Richmond.
O thou! whose captain I account my self,
Look on my forces with a gracious eye:
Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath,
That they may crush down with a heavy fall
Th'usurping helmets of our adversaries.
Make us thy ministers of chastisement,
That we may praise thee in thy victory.
To thee I do commend my watchful soul,
E're I let fall the windows of mine eyes:
Sleeping and waking, oh defend me still. [Sleeps.

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