Vaugh. Think upon Vaughan; and, with guilty fear, Let fall thy lance! Despair, and die! 201 [To K. RICH. All. Awake! and think, our wrongs in Richard's bosom Will conquer him;-awake, and win the day! [TO RICHM. Enter the Ghost of Lord HASTINGS. Ghost. Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake; [To K. RICH. And in a bloody battle end thy days! Think on lord Hastings; and despair, and die !- [To RICHM. Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake! Enter the Ghosts of the two young Princes. Ghosts. Dream on thy cousins smother'd in the Tower; Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard, 210 [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 [To RICHM. 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 Lady ANNE. Ghost. Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy wife, That never slept a quiet hour with thee, [To K. RICH. And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair, and die !— Dream of success and happy victory; Thy adversary's wife doth pray for thee. 220 [To RICHM. Enter the Ghost of BUCKINGHAM. Ghost. The first was I, that help'd thee to the crown; The last was I, that felt thy tyranny: O, in the battle think on Buckingham, [To K. RICH. Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death; 231 [To RICHM. But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay'd: [The Ghosts vanish. K. RICHARD starts out of his Dream. K. Rich. Give me another horse-bind up my wounds Have mercy, Jesu!-Soft; I did but dream.- Is there a murd'rer here? No;-Yes; I am: Fool, of thyself speak well:-Fool, do not flatter. Methought, the souls of all that I had murder'd 261 Enter Rat. My lord Enter RATCLIFF. K. Rich. Who's there? Rat. My lord, 'tis I: The early village cock Hath twice done salutation to the morn; Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour. K. Rich. O, Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fearful dream! 270 What thinkest thou? will our friends prove all true? Rat. No doubt, my lord. K. Rich. Ratcliff, I fear, I fear Rat. Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of shadows. K. Rich. By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Have struck more terror to the soul 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 shrink from me. 280 [Exeunt K. RICHARD, and RATCLIFF. RICHMOND wakes. Enter OXFORD, and others. Lords. Good morrow, Richmond. Richm. 'Cry mercy, lords, and watchful gentlemen, That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard here. Lords. How have you slept, my lord? Richm. The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding dreams, That ever enter'd in a drowsy head, Have I since your departure had, my lords. Methought, their souls, whose bodies Richard murder'd, Came to my tent, and cry'd—On! victory! 290 Richm. Why, then 'tis time to arm, and give direc tion. [He advances to the Troops. More than I have said, loving countrymen, The leisure and enforcement of the time Forbids to dwell upon: Yet remember this One rais'd in blood, and one in blood establish'd; him; A base foul stone, made precious by the foil 310 You |