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RICHMOND's Tent' opens, and discovers him and his

Officers, fc.

Stan. Fortune and victory sit on thy helın!

Richm. All comfort, that the dark night can afford,
Be to thy person, noble father-in-law!

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,
Thal we may praise thee in thy victory!
To thee I do commend my watchful soul,
Ere I let fall the windows of inine eyes;
Sleeping, and waking, 0, defend me still! [Sleeps.
The Ghost of PRINCE EDWARD, Son to HENRY VI.,

rises between the two Tents.
Ghost. Let me sit beavy on thy soul to-morrow!

[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.
Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow!

[To King Richard.
I, that was wash'd to death with fulsome wine,
Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death!
To-morrow in the battle think on me,
And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair, and die-
Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster,

[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:
0, in the battle think on Buckingham,
And die in terror of thy guilliness!
Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death ;
Fainting, despair; despairing, yield thy breath!
I died for hope, ere I could lend thee aid :

[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
Came to my tent; and every one did threat
To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard.

Rat. My lord,
K. Rich. Who's there?
Rat. Ratcliff, my lord; 'tis I. The early village cock
Hath twice done salutation to the morn;
Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour.

K. Rich. O, Ratcliff, I have dream'da fearful dream! What thinkest thou? will our friends prove all true?

Rat. No doubt, my lord.
K. Rich.

Ratcliff, I fear, I fear,Rat. Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of shadows.

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.
Lords. Good morrow, Richmond.
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-

Came to my tent, and cried-On! victory!
I promise you, my heart is very jocund
In the remembrance of so fair a dream.
How far into the morning is it, lords?

Lords. Upon the stroke of four.
Richm. Why, then 'tis time to arm, and give direc-
tion. -

[He advances to the Troops.

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