Rat. My lord?
K. Rich. The sun will not be seen to-day;
The sky doth frown and lower upon our army. 284
I would these dewy tears were from the ground.
Not shine to-day! Why, what is that to me
More than to Richmond? for the self-same heaven
That frowns on me looks sadly upon him. 288
Enter Norfolk.
Nor. Arm, arm, my lord! the foe vaunts in the field.
K. Rich. Come, bustle, bustle; caparison my horse.
Call up Lord Stanley, bid him bring his power:
I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain, 292
And thus my battle shall be ordered:
My forward shall be drawn [out all] in length,
Consisting equally of horse and foot;
Our archers shall be placed in the midst: 296
John Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Earl of Surrey,
Shall have the leading of the foot and horse.
They thus directed, we will follow
In the main battle, whose puissance on either side 300
Shall be well winged with our chiefest horse.
This, and Saint George to boot! What think'st thou, Norfolk?
Nor. A good direction, warlike sovereign.
This found I on my tent this morning. 304
'Jockey of Norfolk, be not so bold,
For Dickon thy master is bought and sold.'
K. Rich. A thing devised by the enemy!
Go, gentlemen; every man to his charge: 308
289 vaunts: boasts
290 caparison: put trappings on
301 winged: flanked
303 direction: order of battle
305 Jockey; cf. n.
306 Dickon: a cognomen of the Devil, with a quibble on the nickname 'Dick' for Richard
bought and sold: i.e. betrayed for a bribe
