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The hum of either army stilly sounds,
[Lies down ; a Groan is heard. Ha! what means that dismal voice? sure 'tis The echo of some yawning grave, That teems with an untimely ghost—'tis gone ! 'Twas but my fancy, or perhaps the wind, Forcing his entrance through some bollow cavern. No matter what I feel my eyes grow heavy. [Sleeps.
King HENRY's Ghost rises.
LADY ANNE's Ghost rises.
Glost. Oh, Catesby, I have had such horrid dreams! Catesby. Shadows, my lord !-below the soldier's
heeding. Glost. Now, by my this day's hopes, shadows, to
Catesby. Be more yourself, my lord: consider, sir,
Glost. Perish that thought!-no, never be it said That fate itself could awe the soul of Richard ! Hence, babbling dreams! you threaten here in vain;, Conscience, avaunt! Richard's himself again! Hark! the shrill trumpet sounds to horse ! away! My soul's in arms, and eager for the fray! (Exeunt.
Enter Richmond, OXFORD, SIR W. BRANDON,
Rich. "Tis well-
we thought them; Worn as we are, we brave the field before them.