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Enter the Ghofts of the two young Princess Ghosts. Dream on thy cousins sinother'd in the Tower: Let us be lead within thy bofom, Richard, (243
TO K. Rich, 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.
[T. 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 Ghof of Anne, bis wife...:) Ghaft. Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy wife, That never slept a quiet hour with thee, [To K. Rich. Now fills thy fleep with perturbations: To-morrow in the battle think on me, And fall thy edgeless sword : despair and die.
Thou, quiet foul, sleep thou a quiet sleep: [To Richm. Dream of success and happy victory, Thy adversary's wife doth pray for thee.
Enter the Ghost of Buckingham. Ghof. The first was I, that help'd thee to the crown: The.laft was I, that felt thy tyranny.
[To K. Rich o, 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:
(24) Let us be laid within thy bofom, Richard,] This is a poor feeble reading, which has obtain'd by corruption, ever fince the firft edition put out by the players : and, indeed, up as high as the quarto in 1602. But I have restor'd from the elder quarto, publisk'd in 1597, which Mr. Pope does not pretend to have leen;
Let us be lead within tby bolom, Richard, This corresponds with what is said in the line immediately following,
And weigh thee down to ruin, pame, and death! And likewise with what the generality of the ghosts say threateningly to Richard; Let me fit heavy on thy soul 10-morrow!
I dy'd for holpe, ere I could lend thee aid; (25)
TO Richm, But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay'd: :17-27 God and good angels fight on Richmond's fide, And Richard fall in height of all his pride.
[The Glejts wiàrift.
[K. Richard arts out of his dream. K. Rich. Give me another horse--bind
up my wounds. Have mercy, Jeftfoft, I did but dream. O coward conscience ! how doft thou aflict me? The lights burn blue-is it not dead midnight? Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling Aleth." What do I fear myself? there's none else by my Richard loves Richard ; that is, I anı 1. Is there a murd'rer here? no; yes, Fàm.* ??? Then fly-what, from myself? great reason; why Left I revenge.' What? myself on myself? I love myself. Wherefore for any good, That I myself have done unto myself?
Alas, I rather hate myself, For hateful. deeds committed by myself, I am a villain ; yet I lye, I am not. Fool, of thyself speak well-Fool, do not flatter. My conscience hath a thousand fevral tongues, And ev'ry tongue brings in a sev'ral tale, And ev'ry tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury in high'it degree, Murder, ftern, murder in the dir'ft degree, All several fins, all us’d in each degree, Throng to the bar, all crying, guilty; guilty! tuh. I thall despair: there is no creature loves me': And if I die, no foul Thall pity me. Nay, wherefore should they,? since that I myself Find in myself no pity to myself.
(25) I did for hope, ere. I could lend there sid,]. All the editions concur in this reading, to the absolute detriment of the fense. I're. fore, with the addition of a lingle letter;
I dy'd for holpe, ere I could lerd ibee aid; i. e. I perish'd for that belp, which I had intended and was preparing to lend thee; tho I could not eflentially give thee any affiftance.
Methought, the foals of all that I had murder'd
Rat, Ratcliff, my Lord. The early village cock
K. Rich. Ratcliff, I fear, I fear
K. Ricb. By the apostle Paul, fhadows to-night
[Exeunt K. Richard and Ratcliff. Enter the Lords to Richmond, fitting in his Tént. Lords, Good-morrow, Richmond.
Richm. 'Cry mercy, Lords and watchful gentlemen, That you have ta'en a tardy iluggard here.
Lords. How have you fept, my Lord?
Richm. The sweetest sleep and fairef-boding dreams,
Lords. Upon the stroak of four.
Richm. Why, then ?tis time to arm and give direction.
The pray'rs of holy saints, and wronged, fouls,
Enter King Richard, Ratcliff and Catesby. K. Rich. Whác faid Northumberland, as touching RichRat. That he was never trained up in arms. [mond?" K, Rich. He said the trath; and what said Surrey then? Rat. He smild and said, 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 saw the sun to-day? Rat. Not I, my Lord.
K. Rick. Then he disaains to thine ; for, by the book, He should have bravod the east an hour agosan nu A black day it will be to somebody, Raiclub Rat. My Lord ?13 sn il limits 13.1!
351sihoH K. Rich. The fan will not be seen to-day pal sutivi 10" The sky doth frown and lowre upon our army bepld A I would thefe dewy tears were from the ground in 3.0 Not thine to-daywhy, what is that to me i sadasno More than to Richmond for the self-fame heav'm,'t pas That frow.ns-on me, looks fadly upon him.
K. Rich. Come, bustle, bustle-caparison my horse.
Nor. A good direction, warlike Sovereign. This paper found I' on my tent this morning. I
!!!: [Giving a fcrouldi; Focky of Norfolk, be not fo bold, 15 [Reacks.
For Dickon thy matter is bought and fold.
our lawa sisi March on, join bravely, let us to't pell-mell,
19.1 ponton If not, to heav'n, then hand in hand to hell.