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Thy nephews' souls bid thee despair, and die.
Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake in joy;
The Ghost of Queen Anne rises.
The Ghost of BuCKINGHAM rises. Ghost. The first was I, that help'd thee to the crown;
[To King RICHARD.
[The Ghosts vanish. King RICHARD starts
out of his dream.
I died for hope,) i. e. I died for wishing well to you.
K. Rich. Give me another horse, 3-bind up my
wounds, Have mercy, Jesu!-Soft; I did but dream.O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!The lights burn blue.— It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear? myself? there's none else by: Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here? No;--Yes; I am: Then fly,—What, from myself? Great reason: Why? Lest I revenge. What? Myself on myself? I love myself. Wherefore? for any good, That I myself have done unto myself? O, no: alas, I rather hate myself, For hateful deeds committed by myself. I am a villain: Yet I lie, I am not. Fool, of thyself speak well:-Fool, do not flatter. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree, Murder, stern murder, in the dir’st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all,—Guilty! guilty! I shall despair. There is no creature loves me; And, if I die, no soul will pity me:Nay, wherefore should they? since that I myself Find in myself no pity to myself. Methought, the souls of all that I had murder'd Came to my tent: and every one did threat To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard.
s Give me another horse,] There is in this, as in many of our author's speeches of passion, something very trifling, and something very striking. Richard's debate, whether he should quarrel with himself, is too long continued, but the subsequent exaggeration of his crimes is truly tragical. Johnson.
Rat. My lord,
dream! What thinkest thou, will our friends prove all true?
Rat. No doubt, my lord.
Ratcliff, I fear, I fear,-
K. Rich. By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard, Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers, Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond. It is not yet near day. Come, go with me; Under our tents I'll play the eaves-dropper, To hear, if any mean to shrink from me.
[Exeunt King RICHARD and Ratcliff.
RICHMOND wakes. Enter OXFORD and Others.
Richm. 'Cry mercy, lords, and watchful gentlemen, That
you have ta'en a tardy sluggard here. Lords. How have you slept, my lord ? Richm. The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding
dreams, That ever enter'd in a drowsy head, Have I since your departure had, my lords. Methought, their souls, whose bodies Richard mur
der'd, Came to my tent, and cried-On! victory! I promise you, my heart is
In the remembrance of so fair a dream.
Lords. Upon the stroke of four.
rection.- [He advances to the Troops.
you do sweat to put a tyrant down,
you do fight againt your country's foes, Your country's fat shall pay your pains the hire; If
you do fight in safeguard of your wives, Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors; If you do free
children from the sword, Your children's children quit it in your age. Then, in the name of God, and all these rights, Advance your standards, draw your willing swords:
+ Of England's chair,] England's chair, means England's throne.
quit -] i. e, requite
For me, the ransom of my
bold attempt Shall be this cold corpse on the earth's cold face; But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt The least of you shall share his part thereof. Sound, drums and trumpets, boldly and cheerfully; God, and Saint George! Richmond and victory!
Re-enter King Richard, RATCLIFF, Attendants,
in arins. K. Rich. He said the truth: And what said Surrey
then ? Rat. He smil'd and said, the better for our purpose. K. Rich. He was i'the right; and so, indeed, it is.
Not I, my lord.
ago: A black day will it be to somebody.-Ratcliff.
Rat. My lord?
K. Rich. The sun will not be seen to-day; The sky doth frown and lour upon our army. I would, these dewy tears were from the ground. Not shine to-day! Why, what is that to me,
- the ransom of my bold attempt --] The fine paid by me in atonement for my rashness shall be my dead corse.
7 God, and Saint George!) Saint George was the common cry of the English soldiers when they charged the enemy.
brav'd the east -] 1. e. made it splendid.