Come, gentlemen,
Let us consult upon tomorrow’s business;
Into my tent. The dew is raw and cold.
[Richmond, Brandon Herbert, and Oxford withdraw into the tent. The others exeunt.]
Enter to his tent, King Richard, Ratcliffe, Norfolk and Catesby with Soldiers.
KING RICHARD.
What is’t o’clock?
CATESBY.
It’s supper time, my lord. It’s nine o’clock.
KING RICHARD.
I will not sup tonight. Give me some ink and paper.
What, is my beaver easier than it was?
And all my armour laid into my tent?
CATESBY.
It is, my liege, and all things are in readiness.
KING RICHARD.
Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge;
Use careful watch; choose trusty sentinels.
NORFOLK.
I go, my lord.
KING RICHARD.
Stir with the lark tomorrow, gentle Norfolk.