n arms, and my most loving friends, the yoke of tyranny, wels of the land without impediment; from our father Stanley and encouragement. ly, and usurping boar, imer fields and fruitful vines, od like wash, and makes his trough bosoms, this foul swine e centre of this isle, Leicester, as we learn: ther is but one day's march. erly on, courageous friends, of perpetual peace trial of sharp war. noted that on his father's side the Earl of Richmond Tudor. His mother was Margaret, daughter and e first Duke of Somerset, and great-granddaughter Catharine Swynford; on which account, after the Besides, the King's n The Earl of Pembro at a small distance with 2 Men of tried judgm 4 "Keeps his regimer regiment being used, no old sense of governmen ley's "ro ine, make no delay; w is a busy day. y Sun hath made a golden set, rack of his fiery car, odly day to-morrow. , you shall bear my standard. nd paper in my tent: nd model of our battle, to his several charge, portion our small power. ,-you, Sir William Brandon, 1 three thousand men, and Richard may be supon them as his friends, though the event proved ent and approved military skill. point the leaders what part they are separately to And all my armour 1 To Stanley's regime Rat. My lord? Rat. Thomas the ege; and all things are in readiness. Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge; hoose trusty sentinels. rd. n the lark to-morrow, gentle Norfolk. ou, my lord. Send out a pursuivant-at-arms nt; bid him bring his power t his son George fall of eternal night. e Earl of Surrey, and himself, hut time,9 from troop to troop ch Richard evidently does not mean a sentinel; for kept about his tent was a matter of course. The doubt, a watch-light, which was a night-candle so ow long it had burned, and thus serve the purpose |