ページの画像
PDF
ePub
[ocr errors]

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

[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,
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 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!

[ocr errors]

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 flourish.

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 ;

[To RicHMOND.
Dream of success and happy victory;
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;

[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!

[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]

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.
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?
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,
And every tale condemns me for a villain.
Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree,
Murder, stern murder, in the dir’st degree;
All several sins, all us'd in each degree,
Throng to the bar, crying all, -Guilty! guilty !

I shall despair.—There is no creature Joyes me;
And, if I die, no soul will pity me :-
Nay, wherefore should they? since that I myself
Find in myself no pity to myself.
Methought, the souls of all that I had murder'd
Came to my tent: and every one did threat
To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard.

Enter RATCLIFF.
Rat. My lord, —
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.

K. Rich, By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night
Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard,
Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers,
Armed in proof, and led by shallow 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 shrink from me.

[Exeunt King RichARD and RATCLIFF.

RICHMOND wakes.

Enter OXFORD and Others.

Lords. Good morrow, Richmond.

Richm. 'Cry mercy, lords, and watchful gentlemen, That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard here.

« 前へ次へ »