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Be executed in his father's sight.
Farewell : The leisure and the fearful time
Cuts off the ceremonious 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.

[Ereunt Lords, &c. with Stan. O Thou! whose captain I account myself, Look on my forces with a gracious eye; Put in their hands 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, That we may praise thee in thy victory! To thee I do commend my watchful soul, Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes; Sleeping, and waking, 0, defend me still ! [Sleeps. The Ghost of Prince Edward, son to Henry the Sixth,

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

[To K. Rich. 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 the Sixth rises.
Ghost. When I was mortal, my anointed body

[10 K. Rich.
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 Richm.
Harry, that prophecy'd thou should'st be king,
Doth comfort thee in thy sleep; Live, and Hourish!

The Ghost of Clarence rises.
Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow!

[To K. Rich.
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 Richm. The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee ; Good angels guard thy battle! Live and flourish!

The Ghosts of Rivers, Grey, and Vaughan, rise. Riv. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow,

[To K. Rich. Rivers, that died at Pomfret! Despair, and die !

Grey. Think upon Grey, and let thy soul despair !

[To R. Rich. Vaugh. Think upon Vaughan, and, with guilty

fear, Let fall thy lance! Despair, and die !

[To K. Rich. All. Awake! and think, our wrongs in Richard's bosom

[To Richm. Will conquer him ;--awake, and win the day!

The Ghost of Hastings rises. Ghost. Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake;

[To K. Rich.
And in a bloody battle end thy days !
Think on lord Hastings; and despair, and die !-
Quiet untroubled soul, awake, awake! [To Richm.
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

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

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 Richm. 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 K. Rich. The last was I, that felt thy tyranny : 0, in the battle think on Buckingham, And die in terror of thy guiltiness ! 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 Richm. But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay'd : God, and good angels, fight on Pichmond'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


Have mercy, Jesu!-Soft; I did but dream.-
30 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 :

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

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