Harry, that prophefy'd thou should'st be King, Ghost. Let me fit heavy on thy foul to-morrow! I that was wash'd to death in fulfom wine, And fall thy edglefs fword; defpair and die! Thou off-fpring of the house of Lancaster, [To Richm. The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee; Good angels guard thy battel! live and flourish! Enter the Ghofts of Rivers, Gray, and Vaughan. Riv. Let me fit heavy on thy foul to-morrow, [To K. Rich. Rivers, that dy'd at Pomfret: defpair and die! Enter the Ghost of Lord Haftings. Ghost. Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake; [To K. Rich. And in a bloody battel end thy days: Think on Lord Haftings; and defpair and die! [To Richm. Enter the Ghofts of the two young Printes. Ghofts. Dream on thy coufins fmother'd in the Tower: Let us be lead within thy bofom, Richard, [To K. Rich. And weigh thee down to ruin, fhame, and death! Thy Nephews fouls bid thee defpair and die. Sleep, Sleep, Richmond, fleep in peace, and wake in joy, Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy! Enter the Ghost of Anne his wife. Ghoft. Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy wife, That never slept a quiet hour with thee, Now fills thy fleep with perturbations : [To K. Rich. Thou quiet foul, fleep thou a quiet fleep: [To Richm. Dream of fuccefs and happy victory, Thy adversary's wife doth pray for thee. Enter the Ghost of Buckingham. Ghoft. The first was I that help'd thee to the crown: O, in the battel think on Buckingham, [To K. Rich. Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death; 2 I dy'd forfoke,a ere I could lend thee aid: [To. Richm. But cheer thy heart, and be thou not difmay'd: God and good angels fight on Richmond's fide, And Richard fall in height of all his pride! [The Ghosts vanish. K. Richard ftarts out of his dream. K. Rich. Give me another horfe --- bind up my wounds. Have mercy, Jefu ---foft, I did but dream. O coward confcience! how doft thou afflict me! Bb 3 The (a) This, as appears from hiflory, was the cafe of the Duke of Buckingham: that being flopt with his army upon the banks of Severn by great deluges of rain he was deferted by his foldiers, who being in great diftrefs, half familh'd for want of victuals, and deftitute of Pay, disbanded themselves and fled. 2 for hope, or for holpe, The lights burn blue --- is it not dead midnight? Methought, the fouls of all that I had murther'd Rat. My Lord! Enter Ratcliff. K. Rich. Who's there? Rat. Ratcliff, my Lord. The early village-cock Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour. Rat. Nay, good my Lord, be not afraid of fhadows, (a) No; yes, I am; Then fly-what, from my felf? great reafon; why? Left I reverge. What? my felf on my self? I love my felf. Wherefore? for any good That I my felf have done unto my felf? O no. Alas, I rather hate my self, For hateful deeds committed by my felf. I am a villain; yet I lie, I am not. Fool, of thy felf fpeak well- Fool do not flatter, (b) -no foul will pity me. Nav, wherefore fhould they? fince that I Find in my felf no pity to my felf, Methought, the fouls of, & my felf Have 1 Have ftruck more terror to the foul of Richard, [Exeunt King Richard and Ratcliff SCENE V. Enter the Lords to Richmond fittting in his Tent, Lords. GOOD morrow, Richmond! Rich. I cry your mercy, Lords and watch- That you have ta'en a tardy fluggard here. Richm. The fweetest fleep and faireft boading dreams, Have I fince your departure had, my Lords. I promise you my heart is very jocund, Richm. Why then 'tis time to arm and give direction. Bb 4 One 1 One rais'd in blood, and one in blood establish'd; For me, the ranfom of my bold attempt Shall be this cold corps on the earth's cold face: SCENE VI. Enter King Richard, Ratcliff, and Catesby. WHAT K. Rich. HAT faid Northumberland, as touching Richmond? Rat. That he was never trained up in arms. K. Rich. He faid the truth; and what faid Surrey then? Rat. He fmil'd and faid, the better for our purpose. K. Rich. He was i' th' right, and fo indeed it is. Tell the clock there--- give me a Kalendar. [Clock-ftrikes. Who |