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Ratcliff, about the mid of night, come to my tent And help to arm me.-Leave me, I say. [King RICHARD retires into his tent to sleep. Exeunt

RATCLIFF and CATESBY.

RICHMOND'S tent opens, and discovers him and his

Officers, &c.

Enter STANLEY.

Stan. Fortune and victory sit on thy helm !

Richm. All comfort that the dark night can afford
Be to thy person, noble father-in-law !
Tell me, I pray, how fares our loving mother?

I
Stan. I, by attorney, bless thee from thy mother,
Who prays continually for Richmond's good :
So much for that.—The silent hours steal on,
And flaky darkness breaks within the east.
In brief, for so the season bids us be,
Prepare thy battle early in the morning ;
And put thy fortune to the arbitrement
Of bloody strokes, and mortal-staring war.
I, as I may, (that which I would I cannot)
With best advantage will deceive the time,
And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms :
But on thy side I may not be too forward,
Lest, being seen, thy brother, tender George,
Be executed in his father's sight.
Farewell : the leisure and the fearful time
Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love,
And ample interchange of sweet discourse,
Which so long sunder'd friends should dwell upon.

God give us leisure for these rites of love!
Once more, adieu.—Be valiant, and speed well!

Richm. Good lords, conduct him to his regiment.
I'll strive, with troubled thoughts, to take a nap,
Lest leaden slumber peise me down to-morrow,
When I should mount with wings of victory.
Once more, good night, kind lords and gentlemen.

[Ereunt Lords, &c., with STANLEY.
O! Thou, whose captain I account myself,
Look on my forces with a gracious eye ;
Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath,
That they may crush down with a heavy fall
Th' usurping helmets of our adversaries !
Make us thy ministers of chastisement,
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 VI, rises

between the two tents.

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

[To King RICHARD. Think, how thou stabb’dst me in my prime of youth At Tewkesbury: despair, therefore, and die.Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wronged souls

[To RICHMOND. Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf : King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thee.

The Ghost of King HENRY VI 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 prophesied thou shouldst be king,
Doth comfort thee in 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 RICHM. 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 pointless lance.2 Despair, and die.

[To King RICHARD. ? Let fall thy POINTLESS lance.] This absolutely necessary epithet is derived from the Corr. fol. 1632.

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.3 Ghost. Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake;

[To King RICHARD. And in a bloody battle end thy days. Think on lord Hastings: so, despair, and die.

Quiet untroubled soul, awake, awake! [To RICHMOND. Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake.

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 wise, 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,

The Ghost of Hastings rises.] In the 4tos. the ghosts of the two young princes enter before the ghost of Hastings.

And fall thy powerless arm. Despair, and die.

Thou, quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep; [To RICHM. 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. 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.

I died for hope ere I could lend thee aid : [To RichM. But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay'd : God and good angels fight on Richmond's side; And Richard fall in height of all his pride.

[The Ghosts vanish. King RICHARD starts

from his couch. 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?

* And fall thy POWERLESS ARM.) So the Corr. fol. 1632, instead of “thy edgeless sword", an expression already used by the ghost of Clarence, and here carelessly repeated.

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