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 weih 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:

O, 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 RICHMOND.
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,

Have mercy, Jesu!

my wounds,

bind up

Soft; I did but dream.

O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!— The lights burn blue,

It is now dead mid

night.

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;

Then fly,

Yes; I am:

What, from myself? Great reason:
Why?

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:

flatter.

Fool, do not

'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!

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

Rat. My lord,

Enter RATCLIFF,

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'd a 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 tonight

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 Gen-
tlemen,

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 murder'd,

Came to my tent, and cry'd 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

direction.

and give

[He advances to the troops. More than I have said, loving countrymen, The leisure and enforcement of the time Forbids to dwell on; Yet remember this, God, and our good cause, fight upon our side; The prayers of holy saints, and wronged souls, Like high-rear'd bulwarks, stand before our faces; Richard except, those, whom we sight against, Had rather have us win, than him they follow. For what is he they follow? truly, Gentlemen, A bloody tyrant, and a homicide;

One rais'd in blood, and one in blood establish'd; One that made means to come by what he hath, And slaughter'd those that were the means to help

himi

A base foul stone, made precious by the foil
Of England's chair, where he is falsely set;
One that hath ever been God's enemy:
Then, if you fight against God's enemy,
God will, in justice, ward you as his soldiers;
If you do sweat to put a tyrant down,
You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain;
If you do fight against your country's foes,
Your country's fat shall pay your pains the hire;
If you do fight in safeguard of your wives,
Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors;
If you do free your children from the sword,
Your childrens' children quit it in your age.
Then, in the name of God, and all these rights,
Advance your standards, draw your willings

swords:

For me, the ransom of my bold attempt

Shall be this cold corpse on the earth's cold face; But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt

The least of you shall share his part thereof. Sound, drums and trumpets, boldly and cheerfully;

God, and saint George! Richmond, and victory. [Exeunt.

K. Rich. What said Northumberland, as touching Richmond?

Rat. That he was never trained up in arms.
K. Rich. He said the truth: and what said Sur-

rey then?

Rat. He smil'd and said, the better for our

"purpose.