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K. Rich. Give me another horse, :—bind up my

Have mercy, Jesu!—Soft; I did but dream.-
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: 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:-Fool, do not flatter.
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,

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

3 Give me another horse,] There is in this, as in many of our author's speeches of passion, something very trifling, and something very striking. Richard's debate, whether he should quarrel with himself, is too long continued, but the subsequent exaggeration of his crimes is truly tragical. JOHNSON.

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Rat. My lord,
K. Rich. Who's there?
Rat. Ratcliff, my lord; 'tis 1. The early village

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 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

That ever enter'd in a drowsy head,
Have I since your departure had, my lords.
Methought, their souls, whose bodies Richard mur-

der'd, 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 di-

rection. [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 fight 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

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;

you do sweat to put a tyrant down,
You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain;

you do fight againt 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 children's children quit' it in your age. Then, in the name of God, and all these rights, Advance your standards, draw your willing swords:


* Of England's chair,] England's chair, means England's throne. quit -] ii'e. requite.

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!


Re-enter King Richard, RatclIFF, Attendants,

and Forces. K. Rich. What said Northumberland, as touching

Richmond ?
Rat. That he was never trained


in arins. K. Rich. He said the truth: And what said Surrey

then? Rat. He smild and said, the better for our purpose. K. Rich. He was i’the right; and so, indeed, it is.

[Clock strikes. Tell the clock there.-Give me a calendar.Who saw the sun to-day? Rat.

Not I, my lord. K. Rich. Then he disdains to shine; for, by the

book, He should have brav'd the east hour

ago: A black day will it be to somebody.Ratcliff.

Rat. My lord?

K. Rich. The sun will not be seen to-day; The sky doth frown and lour upon our army. I would, these dewy tears were from the ground. Not shine to-day! Why, what is that to me,



the ransom of my bold attempt -) The fine paid by me in atonement for my rashness shall be my dead corse.

7 God, and Saint George!) Saint George was the common cry of the English soldiers when they charged the enemy.

brav'd the east --] i. e. made it splendid.


More than to Richmond? for the self-same heaven, That frowns on me, looks sadly upon him.

Enter NORFOLK. Nor. Arm, arm, my lord; the foe vaunts in the

field. K. Rich. Come, bustle, bustle ;—Caparison my

horse; Call up lord Stanley, bid him bring his power: I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain, And thus my battle shall be ordered. My forward shall be drawn out all in length, Consisting equally of horse and foot; Our archers shall be placed in the midst: John duke of Norfolk, Thomas Earl of Surrey, Shall have the leading of this foot and horse. They thus directed, we ourself will follow In the main battle; whose puissance on either side Shall be well winged with our chiefest horse. This, and saint George to boot !!—What think'st

thou, Norfolk? Nor. A good direction, warlike sovereign. This found I in my tent this morning.

[Giving a Scrowl. K. Rich. Jocky of Norfolk, be not too bold,

[Reads. For Dickon' thy master is bought and sold. A thing devised by the enemy.-Go, gentlemen, every man unto his charge: Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls; Conscience is but a word that cowards use, Devis'd at first to keep the strong in awe; Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law.


9 This, and Saint George to boot !] To boot is to help.

Dickon thy master, &c.] Dickon is the ancient familiarization of Richard. In the words--bought and sold, there is somewhat proverbial.

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