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Harry, that prophefy'd thou should'st be King,
Doth comfort thee in fleep; live thou and flourish!
Enter the Ghost of Clarence.

Ghost. Let me fit heavy on thy foul to-morrow!
[To K. Rich.

I that was wash'd to death in fulfom wine,
Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death:
To-morrow in the battel think on me,

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!
Gray. Think upon Gray, and let thy foul despair.
[To K. Rich.
Vaugh. Think upon Vaughan, and with guilty fear
Let fall thy launce! Richard, defpair and die! [To K. Rich.
All. Awake, and think our wrongs in Richard's bofom
Will conquer him. Awake, and win the day! [To Richm.

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!
Quiet, untroubled foul, awake, awake.
Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's fake!

[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,
[To Richm.

Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy!
Live and beget a happy race of Kings.
Edward's unhappy fons do bid thee flourish.

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-morrow in the battel think on me,
And fall thy edglefs fword: defpair and die!

[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:
The laft was I that felt thy tyranny.

O, in the battel think on Buckingham,
And die in terror of thy guiltinefs!

[To K. Rich.

Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death;
Fainting defpair, defpairing yield thy breath!

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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!

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(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?
Cold fearful drops ftand on my trembling flesh,
What? do I fear my felf? there's none else by;
Is there a murth'rer here? no; yes, I am. a
My confcience hath a thousand fev'ral tongues,
And ev'ry tongue brings in a fev'ral tale,
And ev'ry tale condemns me for a villain."
Perjury, perjury in high'ft degree,
Murther, fern murther in the dir'ft degree,
All feveral fins all us'd in each degree,
Throng to the bar, all crying, guilty, guilty!
I fhall defpair: there is no creature loves me:
And if I die, no foul will pity me, b

Methought, the fouls of all that I had murther'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. The early village-cock
Hath twice done falutation to the morn;

Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour.
K. Rich. Ratcliff, I fear, I fear

Rat. Nay, good my Lord, be not afraid of fhadows,
K. Rich. By the Apoftle Paul, fhadows to-night

(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,
My conscience hath, &c.

(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

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Have ftruck more terror to the foul of Richard,
Than can the fubftance of ten thousand foldiers
Armed in proof, and led by fhallow 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 fhrink from me.

[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-
ful gentlemen,

That you have ta'en a tardy fluggard here.
Lords. How have you slept, my Lord?

Richm. The fweetest fleep and faireft boading dreams,
That ever enter'd in a drowfie head,

Have I fince your departure had, my Lords.
Methought their fouls whofe bodies Richard murther'd,
Came to my tent, and cried out, Victory!

I promise you my heart is very jocund,
In the remembrance of fo fair a dream.
How far into the morning is it, Lords?
Lords. Upon the stroak of four.

Richm. Why then 'tis time to arm and give direction.
More than I have faid, loving countrymen,
The leifure and enforcement of the time
Forbids to dwell on; yet remember this,
God and our good caufe fight upon our fide,
The pray'rs of holy faints, and wronged fouls,
Like high-rear'd bulwarks ftand before our faces.
Richard except, thofe 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:

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One rais'd in blood, and one in blood establish'd;
One that made means to come by what he hath,
And flaughter'd thofe that were the means to help him.
A bafe foul stone, made precious by the foil
Of England's chair, where he is falfely fet:
One that hath ever been God's enemy;
Then if you fight against God's enemy,
God will in juftice ward you as his foldiers.
If you do fweat to put a tyrant down,
'You'll fleep in peace, the tyrant being slain :
If you do fight againft your country's foes,
Your country's fat fhall pay your pains the hire.
If you do fight in fafeguard of your wives,
Your wives fhall welcome home the conquerors.
If you do free
your children from the fword,
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 fwords.}

For me, the ranfom of my bold attempt

Shall be this cold corps on the earth's cold face:
But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt -
The leaft of you fhall fhare his part thereof.
Sound, drums and trumpets, boldly, chearfully;
God, and Saint George! Richmond, and victory!

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

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