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That we may praise thee in thy victory!
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 King RICHARD. 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
(To King 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 prophecy'd thou should’st be king, Doth comfort thee in thy sleep; Live, and flourish!
The Ghost of CLARENCE rises.
[To King 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,
[To RICHMOND. The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee; Good angels guard thy battle! Live, and flourish!
The Ghosts of Rivers, Grey, and VAUGHAN, rise. Riv. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow,
[To King RICHARD. Rivers, that died at Pomfret! Despair, and die ! Grey. Think upon Grey, and let thy soul despair!
[To King RICHARD. Vaugh. Think upon Vaughan; and, with guilty
fear, Let fall thy lance! Despair, and die!
[To King RICHARD. All. Awake! and think, our wrongs in Richard's bosom
[TO RICHMOND, Will conquer him ;-awake, and win the day!
The Ghost of HASTINGS rises,
Ghost. Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake;
[To King RICHARD. And in a bloody battle end thy days! 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.
Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake in joy;
The Ghost of Queen Anne rises.
The Ghost of BUCKINGHAM rises. Ghost. The first was I, that help'd thee to the crown;
[To King RICHARD. The last was I that felt thy tyranny : 0, 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 tanish. , King RICHARD starts
out of his dream.
I shall despair.—There is no creature Joyes me;
Rat. Ratcliff, my lord; 'tis I. The early village cock
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.
Ratcliff, I fear, I fear, Rat:Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of shadows.
K. Rich, By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night
[Exeunt King RichARD and RATCLIFF.
Enter OXFORD and Others.
Lords. Good morrow, Richmond.
Richm. 'Cry mercy, lords, and watchful gentlemen, That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard here.