Nor. Six or seven thousand is their utmost power.
K. Rich. Why, our battalia trebles that account;
Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength, 12
Which they upon the adverse faction want.
Up with the tent! Come, noble gentlemen,
Let us survey the vantage of the ground;
Call for some men of sound direction: 16
Let's lack no discipline, make no delay;
For lords, to-morrow is a busy day. Exeunt.
Enter [on the other side of the field,] Richmond, Sir William Brandon, Oxford, and Dorset.
Richm. The weary sun hath made a golden set,
And, by the bright tract of his fiery car, 20
Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.
Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my standard.
Give me some ink and paper in my tent:
I'll draw the form and model of our battle, 24
Limit each leader to his several charge,
And part in just proportion our small power.
My Lord of Oxford, you, Sir William Brandon,
And you, Sir Walter Herbert, stay with me. 28
The Earl of Pembroke keeps 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. 32
Yet one thing more, good captain, do for me;
Where is Lord Stanley quarter'd, do you know?
Blunt. Unless I have mista'en his colours much,—
Which, well I am assur'd, I have not done,— 36
His regiment lies half a mile at least
11 battalia: battle array; cf. n.
12 tower; cf. n.
16 direction: capacity of directing
18 S. d. Dorset; cf. n.
19 set: setting
20 tract: trace, sunset glow
25 Limit: assign
several charge: individual command
29 keeps: stays with
