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NORFOLK Exit.
[Exit Catesby.]
I go, my lord.

KING RICHARD

Stir with the lark tomorrow, gentle Norfolk.

NORFOLK

I warrant you, my lord.

KING RICHARD

Catesby?

CAT ESBY

My lord?

KING RICHARD

Send out a pursuivant-at-arms [60]
To Stanley’s regiment. Bid him bring his power
Before sun-rising, lest his son George fall
Into the blind cave of eternal night.

Fill me a bowl of wine. Give me a watch.
Saddle white Surrey for the field tomorrow; [65]
Look that my staves be sound, and not too heavy.
Ratcliffe!

RAT CLIFFE

My lord?

KING RICHARD

Saw’st thou the melancholy Lord Northumberland?

RAT CLIFFE

Thomas the Earl of Surrey and himself, [70]
Much about cockshut time, from troop to troop
Went through the army cheering up the soldiers.

KING RICHARD

So, I am satisfied. Give me a bowl of wine.