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RICHMOND's Tent' opens, and discovers him and his
Richm. All comfort, that the dark night can afford,
me, how fares our loving mother? Stan. I, by attorney, bless thee from thy mother, Who prays continually for Richmond's good : So much for that. The silent hours steal on, And flaky darkness breaks within the east. In brief, for so the season bids us be, Prepare thy battle early in the morning; And put thy fortune to the arbitrement Of bloody strokes, and mortal-staring war. I, as I may (that which I would, I cannot), With best advantage will deceive the time, And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms : But on thy side I may not be too forward, Lest, being seen, thy brother, tender George, Be executed in his father's sight. Farewell: The leisure and the fearful time Cuts off the ceremonioas vows of love, And ample interchange of sweet discourse, Which so long sunder'd friends should dwell upon : God give us leisure for these rites of love! Once more, adieu :-Be valiant, and speed well!
Richm. Good lords, conduct him to his regiment: I'll strive, with troubled thoughts, to take a nap; Lest leaden slumber peise me down to-morrow, When I should mount with wings of victory: Once more, good night, kind lords and gentlemen.
Exeunt Lords, dic. with Stanley. o Thou! whose captain I account myself, Look on my forces with a gracious eye; Put in their bands thy bruising irons of wrath, That they may crush down with a heavy fall The usurping helmets of our adversaries!
Make us thy ministers of chastisement,
rises between the two Tents.
[To King Richard. Think, how thou stab’dst me in my prime of youth At Tewksbury; Despair therefore, and die! Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wronged souls Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf: King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thee.
The Ghost of King Henry VI. rises. Ghost. When I was mortal, my anointed body
[To King Richard. By thee was punched full of deadly holes : Think on the Tower, and me; Despair, and die; Harry the Sixth bids thee despair and die! Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror !
[To Richmond. Harry, that prophecy'd thou should'st be king, Doth comfort thee in thy sleep; Live, and flourish!
The Ghost of CLARENCE rises.
[To King Richard.
[To Richmond. The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee; Good angels gaard thy battle! Live, and flourish! The Ghosts of Rivers, Grey, and Vaughan, rise. Riv. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow,
[To King Richard. Rivers, that died at Pomfret! Despair, and die!
Grey. Think upon Grey, and let thy soul despair!
[To King Richard. Vaugh. Think upon Vaughan; and, with guilty fear, Let fail thy lance ! 'Despair, and die !
[To King Richard. All. Awake! and think, our wrongs in Richard's bosom
[To Richmond. Will conquer him ;-awake, and win the day!
The Ghost of HASTINGS rises. Ghost. Bloody and guilty, gailtily awake;
[To King Richard. And in a bloody battle end thy days! Think on lord Hastings; and despair, and die! Quiet untroubled soul, awake, awake!
[To Richmond. Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake!
The Ghosts of the two young Princes rise. Ghosts. Dream on thy cousins smother'd in the Tower; Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard, And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death! Thy nephews' souls bid thee despair, and die.
Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake in joy; Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy! Live, and beget a happy race of kings! Edward's unhappy sons do bid thee flourish.
The Ghost of QUEEN ANNE rises. Ghost. Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy wife, That never slept a quiet hour with thee, Now fills thy sleep with perturbations : To-morrow, in the battle, think on me, And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair, and die!Thou, quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep ;,
[To Richmond. Dream of success and happy victory; 'Thy adversary's wife doth pray for thee.
The Ghost of BuckiNGHAM rises. Ghost. The first was I, that help'd thee to the crown;
[To King Richard
The last was I, that felt thy tyranny:
[To Richmond. Bat cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay'd: God, and goud angels, fight on Richmond's side; And Richard falls in height of all his pride. [The Ghosts vanish. King Richard starts out
of his Dream. K. Rich. Give me another horse,-bind up my
wounds,Have inercy, Jesú !-Soft; I did but dream.O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict ine!The lights baru 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 ; Then fly,–What, from myself? Great reason: Why? Lest I revenge. What? Myself on inyself? I love myself. Wherefore? for any good, That I myself have done unto myself? 0, no : alas, I rather hate myself, For hateful deeds committed by myself. I am a villain : Yet I lie, I ain 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 uo pity to inyself.
I am :
Methought, the souls of all that I had murder'd
K. Rich. O, Ratcliff, I have dream'da fearful dream! What thinkest thou? will our friends prove all true?
Rat. No doubt, my lord.
Ratcliff, I fear, I fear,Rat. Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of shadows.
K. Rich. By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night
[Exeunt King Richard and Ratcliff.
Lords. How have you slept, my lord?
Richm. The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding dreams,
Lords. Upon the stroke of four.
[He advances to the Troops.