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BLUNT

He hath no friends but what are friends for fear, [20]
Which in his dearest need will fly from him.

RICHMOND

All for our vantage; then in God’s name march.
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow’s wings:
Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.

Exeunt.

[Scene III] IT

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.
[Richard’s tent is raised, on one side of the stage.]

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? [5]

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?