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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.



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Methought, the foals 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.
Rar. My Lord,
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 armoar.

K. Rich. Ratcliff, I fear, I fear
Rat. Nay, good my Lord, be not afraid of shadows.

K. Ricb. By the apostle Paul, fhadows to-night
Have ftruck more terror to the foul 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 Trink from me.

[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,
That ever enter'd in a drowfy head,
Have I fince your departure had, my Lords,
Methought, their souls, whose bodies Richard murder dig
Came to my tent, and cried on 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 said, loving countrymen,
The leisure and enforcement of the time
Forbids to dwell on ; yet remember this,
God and our good cause fight upon our liden



The pray'rs of holy saints, and wronged, fouls,
Like high-rear'd bulwarks, fand before our faces.
Richard except, those, whom we fight against,
Had rather have us win, than him they follow.
For what is he, they follows truly, gentlemen,'
A bloody syrant, and a homicide 1
One rais'd in blood, and one in blood establih'd;
One, that made means to come by what he hathy
And slaughter'd those that were the means to help him.
A bafe foul ftone, made precious by the foil
Of England's chair, where he is falfely set:
One, that hath ever been God's enemy;
Then if you fight against God's enemy,
God will in joftice ward you as his foldiere.
If you do fweat to put a tyrant down,

You sleep in peace, the tyrant being flain :(,i ..54
If you do fight against your country's foes,
Your country's fat shall pay your pains the hire. 15* i
If you do fight in safeguard of your wives,
Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors
If you do free your children from the sword, want
Your children's children quit it in your age. subiri
Then, in the name of God, and all these rights to pass
Advance your standards; draw your willing swords. *
For me, the ransom 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 shall share his part thereof.
Sound, drums and trumpets, boldly, chearfully,
God, and Saint George! Richmond, and victory

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.

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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.

Enter Norfolk
Nor. Arm, arm, my Lord, the foe vaunts in the field.

K. Rich. Come, bustle, bustle-caparison my horse.
Call up Lord Stanley, bid him bring his power ;)
I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain,
And thus my battle shall be ordered.
My forward shall be drawn out all in lengthy.
Confifting equally of horte and foot :
Our archers shall be placed in the midit ;
John Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Earl of Surreya tu?
Shall have the leading of the foot and horferit de cei
They thus directed, we ourself will follow-up DET
In the main battle, which on either side!? 2885b.
Shall be well winged with our chiefeft horse:
This and St. George to boot!--What think' thou, Norfolk

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.
K. Rich. A thing devised by the enemy.
Go, gentlemen ; go, to his charge.
Let not our babling dreams affright our fouls,

Conscience is but a word that cowards use,
Devis’d at first to keep the frong in awe:
Our ftrong arms be our conscience, swords

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.



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