60 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 to-morrow.
[65] Look that my staves be sound, and not too heavy.
Ratcliff!
Rat. My lord?
[♦] K. Rich. Saw’st thou the melancholy Lord Northumberland?
Rat. Thomas the Earl of Surrey, and himself,