So much for that. The silent hours steal on,
And flaky darkness breaks within the east.
In brief, (for so the season bids us be)
Prepare thy battle early in the morning;
And put thy fortune to the arbitrement
Of bloody strokes, and mortal-staring war :
I, as I may, (that which I would, I cannot)
With best advantage will deceive the time,
And aid thee in this, doubtful shock of arms:
But on thy side I may not be too forward,
Lest, being seen, thy brother, tender George,
Be executed in his father's sight.

Farewell the leisure and the fearful time

:

Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love,

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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 1 me down to-morrow,
When I should mount with wings of victory.
Once more, good night, kind lords and gentlemen.
[Exeunt Lords, &c. with Stanley.
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

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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, O, 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. Richard. Think, how thou stab'dst me in my prime of youth At Tewkesbury; 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 [to K. Richard.

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 Richmond.

Harry, that prophesied thou shouldst be king, Doth comfort thee in thy sleep: live, and florish!

The Ghost of CLARENCE rises.

Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow!

[to K. Richard.

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 Richmond. The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee: Good angels guard thy battle! live, and florish!

The Ghosts of RIVERS, GREY, and VAUGHAN rise. Ri. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to morrow, [to K. Richard. Rivers, that died at Pomfret! Despair, and die! Grey. Think upon Grey, and let thy soul despair! [to K. Richard. Vaughan. Think upon Vaughan, and, with guilty

fear,

Let fall thy lance! Despair, and die!

[to K. Richard.

All. Awake! and think, our wrongs in Richard's

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bosom [to Richmond. 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. Richard.

Think on lord Hastings; and despair, and die !— Quiet, untroubled soul, awake, awake!

[to Richmond.

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! 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 florish.

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;

Dream of success and happy victory:

[to Richmond.

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;

The last was I that felt thy tyranny.

[to K. Richard.

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; bind up my wounds ;

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?
Alack! 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,