Page 1257 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1
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NORFOLK
Arm, arm, my lord: the foe vaunts in the field!
KING RICHARD
Come, bustle, bustle! Caparison my horse. [290]
[Richard arms.]
Call up Lord Stanley; bid him bring his power.
I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain,
And thus my battle shall be ordered:
My foreward shall be drawn out all in length,
Consisting equally of horse and foot; [295]
Our archers shall be placed in the midst.
John, Duke of Norfolk, Thomas, Earl of Surrey
Shall have the leading of this foot and horse;
They thus directed, we will follow
In the main battle, whose puissance on either side [300]
Shall be well winged with our chiefest horse.
This, and Saint George to boot! What think’st thou, Norfolk?
NORFOLK He sheweth him a paper.
A good direction, warlike sovereign.
This I found on my tent this morning.
KING RICHARD
[Reading]
‘Jockey of Norfolk, be not so bold: [305]
For Dickon thy master is bought and sold.’
A thing devised by the enemy.
Go, gentlemen: every man unto his charge!
Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls;
Conscience is but a word that cowards use, [310]
Devis’d a first to keep the strong in awe.
Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law.
March on! Join bravely. Let us to it pell-mell -
If not to Heaven, then hand in hand to hell!
His oration to his army.
What shall I say, more than I have inferr’d? [315]
Remember whom you are to cope withal:
