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Think how thou stabb’dst me in the prime of Youth
Enter the Ghost of Henry the Sixth. Ghost. When I was mortal, my anointed Body,
[To K. Rich.
Enter the Ghost of Clarence.
[To K. Rich.
Enter the Ghosts of Rivers, Gray, and Vaughan. Riv. Let me fit heavy on thy Soul to morrow,
[To K. Rich. Rivers, that dy'd at Pomfret: Despair, and die. Gray. Think upon Gray, and let thy Soul despair,
[To K. Rich, Vaugh. Think upon Vanghan, and with guilty fear
[To K. Rich, Let fall thy Launce, despair and die. All. Awake.
[To Richm. And think our wrongs in Richard's Bosom Will conquer. Awake, and win the Day.
Enter the Ghost of Lord Hastings. Ghost. Bloody and guilty guilty awake, [To K. Riche And in a bloody Battel end thy Days, Think on Lord Hastings; despair and die.
Quiet untroubled Soul,
[To Richm. Awake, awake : Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake.
Enter the Ghosts of the two young Princes. Ghosts. Dream on thy Cousins
[To K. Rich. Smother'd in the Tover: Let us be laid within thy Bosom, Richard, And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death. Thy Nephews Souls bid thee despair and die. Sleep Richmond,
[To Richm. 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.
Enter the Ghost of Aone his Wife. Ghost. Richard, thy Wife,
[70 K. Rich. That wretched Anne, thy Wife, That never Nept a quiet Hour with thee, Now fills thy sleep with perturbations, To morrow in the Battel think on me, And fall thy edgless Sword, despair and die. Thou quiet Soul,
[To Richm. Sleep thou a quiet Sleep: Dream of success, and happy Vi&ory, Thy Adversary's Wife doth pray for thee.
Enter the Ghojt of Buckingham. Ghost. The first was I,
[To K. Riche That help'd thee to the Crown: The last was I, that felt thy Tyranny. O, in the Battel 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 dy'd for hope,
[To Richm. E'er I could lend thee aid; 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 vanish,
[K. Richard farts out of his Dream, K, Rich. Give me another Horse, bind up my Wounds: Have mercy, Jesus Soft, I did but dream.
O coward Conscience ! how doft thou affli& me?
Rat. Ratcliff, my Lord, 'tis I; the early Village Cock
K. Rich. O Rarcliff, I fear, I fear-
K. Rich. By the Apostle Paul, shadows to night
'Tis not yet near Day. Come, go with me, Under our Tents; I'll play the Eaves-dropper, To hear if any Man fhrink from me.
[Exeunt K. Richard and Ratcliff. Enter the Lords to Richmond fitting in his Tent. Lords. Good morrow, Richmond.
Richm. Cry you mercy, Lords, and watchful Gen tlemen, That you have ta’en a tardy Sluggard here.
Lords. How have you flept, my Lord?
Richm. The sweetest Sleep, And fairest boading Dreams, That ever entred in a drowsie Head, Have I fince your departure had, my Lords. Methought their Souls, whose Bodies Richard murther'd, Came to my Tent, and cried on Victory. I promise you my Heart is very jocund, In the remembrance of so 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 upon; yet remember this, God, and our good Cause, fight upon our fide, The Prayers of holy Saints, and wronged Souls, Like high rear'd Bulwarks, stand before our Faces. Richard except, those 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: One rais'd in Blood, and one in Blood establish'd; One that made means to come by what he hath, And flaughter'd those that were the means to help him; A base foul Scone, made precious by the foil of England's Chair, where he is falsely set. One that hath ever been God's Enemy; Then if you fight against God's Eremy, God will in justice ward you as his Soldiers. ·
If you do swear to put a Tyrant down,
Enter King Richard, Ratcliff, and Catesby. K. Rich. What said Northumberland, as touching Richmond?
Rat. That he was never trained up in Arms.
K. Rich. He was in the right, and so indeed it is.
[Clock strikes. Give me a Kalender—who saw the Sun to day?
Rat. Not I, my Lord.
K. Rich. Then he disdains to shine ; for, by the Book, He should have brav'd the East an hour ago A black Day will it be to some body, Ratcliff.
Rar. My Lord.
K. Rich. The Sun will not be seen to day,
K. Rich. Come, bustle, bustle----Caparison my Horse. Call up Lord Stanley, bid him bring his Power,