Rich. Good lords, conduct him to his regiment: I'll strive, with troubled thoughts, to take a nap; Lest leaden slumber peise 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 Th' 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! 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! [Sleeps. [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 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 By thee was punched full of deadly holes: [To K. RICH. Think on the Tower, and me; Despair, and die ; Harry the sixth bidst thee despair and die.Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror! [TO RICHM. Harry, that prophesied thou should'st be king, The Ghost of CLARENCE rises. Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow! And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair, and die !- [8] To peize, i. e. to weigh down, from peser, Fr. 19 The allusion is to the ancient mace. HENLEY. STEEVENS. The Ghosts of RIVERS, GREY, and VAUGHAN, rise. Riv. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow, [To K. R. 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 Will conquer him ;-awake, and win the day! The Ghost of HASTINGS rises. [TO RICHM Ghost. Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake; [To K. RICH. And in a bloody battle end thy days! Think on lord Hastings; and despair, and die !-- [TO RICHM. Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake! 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; Live, and beget a happy race of kings! Edward's unhappy sons do bid thee flourish. 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 !-- 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. RICH. Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death; [TO RICHM. God, and good angels fight on Richmond's side, [The Ghosts vanish. K. 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!- Is there a murderer here? No ;-Yes; I am : I love myself. Wherefore? for any good, 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. Nay, wherefore should they? since that I myself Methought, the souls of all that I had murder'd Rat. My lord, [1] 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 erimes is truly tragical. JOHNSON. [2] These lines stand with so little propriety at the end of this speech, that I cannot but suspect them misplaced. Where then shall they be inserted? Perhaps after these words,-"Fool, do not flatter." JOHNSON. Either the two and twenty immediate lines are not Shakespeare's, or are so unworthy of him, that it were to be wished they could with propriety be degraded to the margin. I wonder that Dr. Johnson, who thought the subsequent lines misplaced, did not perceive that their connection with the preceding part of the speech, ending at-trembling flesh, was interrupted solely by this apparent interpolation, which is in the highest degree childish and unnatural. RITSON. 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. RICHMOND wakes. Lords. Good morrow, [Exe. King RICH. and RATC Enter OXFORD and others. 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 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, I promise you, my heart is very jocund Richm. Why, then 'tis time to arm, and give direction. [He advances to the Troops. —More than I have said, loving countrymen, The leisure and enforcement of the time One rais'd in blood, and one in blood establish'd ; One that made means to come by what he hath,' Shall be this cold corpse on the earth's cold face; The least of you shall share his part thereof. Rat. That he was never trained up in arms. K. Rich. He said the truth: And what said Surrey then? Tell the clock there.-Give me a kalendar.- Rat. Not I, my lord. K. Rich. Then he disdains to shine; for, by the book, He should have brav'd the east an hour ago: A black day will it be to somebody. Ratcliff, Rat. My lord? K. Rich. The sun will not be seen to-day; [3] To make means was, in Shakespeare's time, often used in an unfavourable sense, and signified-to come at any thing by indirect practices. STEEVENS. [4] Nothing has been, or is still more common, than to put a bright coloured foil under a low-prized stone. The same allusion is common to many writers. STE. |