Think how thou stabb'dft me in the prime of Youth At Tewksbury; defpair therefore, and die. For the wronged Souls Of butcher'd Princes fight in thy behalf: King Henry's iffe, Richmond, comforts thee. [To Richm Ghost. When I was mortal, my anointed Body, To K. Rich. [To Richm By thee was punched full of holes; I that was wash'd to death in Fulf m Wine, And fall thy edglefs Sword, difpur and die. Thou Off-ipong of the Houfe of Lancaster, [To Richm. Enter the Ghosts of Rivers, Gray, and Vaughan. Rivers, that dy'd at Pomfret: Despair, and die. [To K. Rich. Gray. Think upon Gray, and let thy Soul despair. [To K. Rich. Vaugh. Think upon Vaughan, and with guilty fear [To K. Rich, Let fall thy Launce, despair and die. [To Richm. And think our wrongs in Richard's Bofom [To K. Rich. Quiet untroubled Soul, [To Richm. Awake, awake: Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair Englad's fake. Enter the Ghofts of the two young Princes. Ghofts. Dream on thy Coufins Smother'd in the Tower: Let us be laid within thy Bofom, Richard, [To K. Rich. And weigh thee down to ruin, fhame, and death. Seep in Peace, and wake in Joy, Good Angels guard thee from the Bear's annoy, Edward's unhappy Sons do bid thee flourish. Ghoft. Richard, thy Wife, That wretched Anne, thy Wife, That never flept a quiet Hour with thee, And fall thy edglefs Sword, defpair and die." [To Richm. [To K. Rich. [To Richm. Sleep thou a quiet Sleep: Dream of Succefs, and happy Victory, Thy Adverfaries Wife doth pray for thee. Ghoft: The first was I, [To K. Rich. That help'd thee to the Crown: The laft was I, that felt thy Tyranny. And die in terror of thy guiltinefs, Dream on, dream on, of bloody Deeds and Death, I dy'd for hope, E'er I could lend thee aid; [To Richm. But cheer thy Heart, and be thou not difmay'd: God, and good Angels fight on Richmond's fide, And Richard falls in height of all his Pride. [The Ghofts vanish. [K. Richard starts out of his Dream. K. Rich. Give me another Horfe, bind up my Wounds: Have mercy, Jefus — -Soft, I did but dream. O coward Confcience! how doft-thou affli& me? Is there a Murtherer here? No; Yes, I am: Fool, of thy felf fpeak well Fool, do not flatter. Murther, ftern Murther, in the dir❜ft degree, Throng all to th' Bar, crying a 1, Guilty, guilty. Nay, wherefore fhould they? fince that I my felf Methought, the Souls of all that I had murther'd 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. Rat. Nay, good my Lord, be not afraid of fhadows. K. Rich. By the Apostle Paul fhadows to night Have ftruck more terrour to the Soul of Richard, Than can the fubftance of ten thousand Soldiers Armed in proof, and led by fhallow Richmond. '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 Gentlemen, That you have ta'en a tardy Sluggard here. And faireft boading Dreams, That ever entred in a drowfie Head. Richm. Why then 'tis time to Arm, and give direction. More than I have faid, loving Countrymen, The leifure and enforcement of the time One rais'd in Blood, and one in Blood establish'd; If If you do fwear to put a Tyrant down, Shall be this cold Corps on the Earth's cold face. Enter King Richard, Ratcliff, and Catesby. Rat. That he was never trained up in Arms. K. Rich. He faid the truth; and what faid Surrey then. [Clock Strikes. K. Rich. Then he difdains to fhine; for, by the Book, He should have brav'd the Eaft an hour ago A black Day it will be to fome body, Ratcliff. Rat. My Lord. K. Rich. The Sun will not be feen to day I would thefe dewy Tears were from the Ground- More than to Richmond? for the felf-fame Heav'n Enter Norfolk. Norf. Arm, arm, my Lord, the Foes vaunt in the Field. Call up Lord Stanley, bid him bring his Power, |