Enter DERBY to RICHMOND in his tent, Lords and others attending.
[♦] Der. Fortune and victory sit on thy helm!
80 Richm. All comfort that the dark night can afford
Be to thy person, noble father-in-law!
[♦] Tell me, how fares our loving mother?
Der. I, by attorney, bless thee from thy mother,
Who prays continually for Richmond’s good:
[85] So much for that. The silent hours steal on,
[♦] And flaky darkness breaks within the east.
In brief, for so the season bids us be,