[Exeunt.]
SCENE III. Bosworth Field
Enter King Richard in arms, with Norfolk, Ratcliffe and the Earl of Surrey with others.
KING RICHARD.
Here pitch our tent, even here in Bosworth field.
My Lord of Surrey, why look you so sad?
SURREY.
My heart is ten times lighter than my looks.
KING RICHARD.
My lord of Norfolk.
NORFOLK.
Here, most gracious liege.
KING RICHARD.
Norfolk, we must have knocks, ha, must we not?
NORFOLK.
We must both give and take, my loving lord.
KING RICHARD.
Up with my tent! Here will I lie tonight.
But where tomorrow? Well, all’s one for that.
Who hath descried the number of the traitors?