Be executed in his father's sight. Farewell: The leisure and the fearful time [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 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 : Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror! [To Richm. The Ghost of Clarence rises. Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow! [To K. Kich. 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 K. 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; And in a bloody battle end thy days! [To K. Rich. 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 Tower; Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard, And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death! Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake in joy; The Ghost of Queen Anne rises. Ghost. Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy wife, That never slept a quiet hour with thee, And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair, and die !- Dream of success and happy victory; Thy adversary's wife doth pray for thee. The Ghost of Buckingham rises. [To Richm. Ghost. The first was I, that help'd thee to the crown; The last was I, that felt thy tyranny: O, in the battle think on Buckingham, [To K. Rich. 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 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 mercy, Jesu!-Soft; I did but dream.— 30 O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me !- Is there a murderer here? No;-- Yes; I am : Why? Lest I revenge. What? Myself on myself? I am a villain: Yet I lie, I am not. Fool, of thyself speak well:-Fool, do not flatter. Nay, wherefore should they? since that I myself Methought, the souls of all that I had murder'd |