NORFOLK.
I warrant you, my lord.
[Exit.]
KING RICHARD.
Catesby!
CATESBY.
My lord?
KING RICHARD.
Send out a pursuivant-at-arms
To Stanley’s regiment. Bid him bring his power
Before sunrising, lest his son George fall
Into the blind cave of eternal night.
[Exit Catesby.]
Fill me a bowl of wine. Give me a watch.
Saddle white Surrey for the field tomorrow.
Look that my staves be sound, and not too heavy.
Ratcliffe!
RATCLIFFE.
My lord?
KING RICHARD.
Saw’st thou the melancholy Lord Northumberland?
RATCLIFFE.
Thomas the Earl of Surrey and himself,
Much about cockshut time, from troop to troop
Went through the army, cheering up the soldiers.